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Camilla dashed around their common room snatching papers and books off the floor and shoving them into her bag. She had noticed that in the past week or so, Severus had become as lazy as she was about leaving his things strewn around. There were clothes, books, scraps of parchment, and quills all over the floor. There was even a large ink stain on the carpet that neither of them had bothered to clean up. Camilla was sure that the house elves had stopped coming because they never knew what was rubbish and what wasn’t.
“Severus, could you possibly find Simon and give him his food? I’m totally late,” she asked, in her nicest tone.
He stared at her from the couch where he was reading a book. His classes didn’t start for another two hours. “You mean that ugly, gray-?”
“Fine, I’ll look for the disgusting, little-”
“You’re so mean!” she shouted as she sprinted out the portrait hole.
Without moving from his spot on the couch, he picked up the small bowl Camilla had thrown on the coffee table. He shook it and the food rattled. He glanced around waiting to see if the cat would appear. It didn’t and he shook the bowl again.
“Stupid animal,” he mumbled. He placed the bowl back on the table and returned to his book.
Camilla found Severus just the way she had left him earlier. He was still on the couch reading a book. He looked up when she walked in.
“Did you even go to class today?” she asked him.
“Why do you care?”
She frowned. “No need to snap at me, I was just wondering.” She threw her bag on the ground and bent over to dig through it. She pulled out a tattered old potions book.
Severus immediately sat up and in less than ten seconds he had strode across the room and snatched the book from her.
“I accidentally picked it up this morning,” she said in response to his scowl.
He flipped through it briefly and glared at her. “Did you look in it?” he asked accusingly.
Camilla ran through the possible consequences her answer could have. Of course, she had taken a peek inside. She hadn’t been able to help herself. She had seen him write in it occasionally and was dying to see what secrets the book might have.
“You know what?” he said as she opened her mouth to respond, “Don’t waste your breath. We both know that you did.”
“I didn’t!” she lied.
“You’re a nosy wench. Of course you looked. Just admit it.”
“Fine, but it’s not like I understood any of it. It was just a bunch of meaningless scribbles.”
“Did you ever think they might look like scribbles to you because you aren’t intelligent enough know what they really mean?”
She rolled her eyes. “I have to go. I was just dropping off my stuff.” She headed towards the portrait hole.
“Where are you going?”
She thought for a moment. “I’m meeting Remus,” she answered finally, without turning to face him.
She bit her lip and continued walking. She could hear the increased bitterness in his voice.
“We’re working on the Defense Against the Dark Arts essay together,” she lied.
“Then, don’t you need your stuff?”
Finally, she turned around. Staring into his cold eyes, she could tell he knew she was lying. “Remus has mine. We were working on it earlier as well.”
“Right... Actually, before you go I need to talk to you.”
“Can it wait?” she replied impatiently.
“Your stupid cat died, okay? There, now you can leave.”
Camilla stared at him. “What?” She was sure she had misunderstood him. Simon couldn’t be dead.
“If you want to go be Lupin’s whore until we’re married, that’s fine. Just don’t come back with any diseases… and tell me right now if you’re planning on having sex with him because I don’t do leftovers.”
“You’re lying.” She stared at him. Sometimes, when he looked at her she felt like he knew. It didn’t matter what it was, he just seemed to know. She silently begged him not to do this to her.
“No,” he said slowly, “I’m very serious. If you aren’t a virgin when we’re married we won’t be getting married.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about!”
Severus sat on the couch and opened his book. “Isn’t Lupin waiting to snog you?” he replied coolly.
She gave him one last glare and stormed out.
Camilla silently walked across the entrance hall and into the broom closet, shutting the door behind her.
Remus looked up at her, from his seat atop a box of Mrs. Scower’s Magical Mess Remover. “Why did you want to meet here? It’s a little cramped isn’t it?”
She didn’t answer him. Instead, she pressed her lips to his in a sudden kiss.
He kissed her back for a moment then pulled away. “I thought we were going to talk?” he said uncertainly.
She sighed. “I need something to get my mind off Severus and his cold heartedness. But if you would rather talk than snog me senseless… that’s okay too.” She gave him a mischievous smile and slid into his lap. “Now… what did you want to talk about?”
Camilla knew that from his position he had the perfect view of her cleavage.
He swallowed and finally looked up into her eyes. “I wanted to talk about us and… you know, Severus… but really… it’s not that important. We can talk about it later.”
“Are you sure, Remus?” she asked with fake concern.
He nodded and kissed her lips gently.
An hour later, Remus rested his head on the cold stone. Camilla was still settled in his lap, resting her own head against his bare chest. She was tracing one of the many pale scars that littered his body. He had been nervous to say the least about removing his shirt in front of her, but she didn’t react. Perhaps she had even expected the scars.
He sighed. “I should probably go,” he said finally, “It’s late and I have an early potions class tomorrow.” With a sigh, she nodded and removed herself from his lap.
He stood. “Do you want me to walk you back?”
She shook her head. “I think I’m going to sit here and think for bit.”
“Okay,” he said picking up his shirt and Gryffindor tie from the floor. “Though you should probably put these on.” He tossed her blouse and bra to her. “You wouldn’t want Filch coming in here, seeing you like that.”
Camilla laughed lightly and he smiled.
Then, his face grew serious. He knelt next to her and kissed her gently. “I love you, Camilla.”
“Remus,” Camilla began, looking away from him.
“No… listen. I love you so much, but this… tonight, was a one time only thing. We both know that we can’t be more than friends. You’re getting married and you need do your best to make things work with Severus. Coming out and doing this with me is not the best way to go about it.”
Camilla didn’t answer, just watched him sadly out of blue eyes.
He gave her a soft smile and tucked her hair behind her ears and stroked her cheek. Finally, he stood again. He opened the door to the closet and turned to look at her. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, and left, closing the door behind him.
Putting on her clothes, Camilla thought about what Remus had said and about Severus. Making things work with him would be difficult if not impossible, so why try? He’d already told her he didn’t care that she was involved with Remus. She wondered if he was being entirely truthful.
She was just finishing buttoning up her blouse when she heard footsteps heading quickly towards the broom closet. The door flung open, revealing Cain and just behind him Darcy. “I saw that Gryffindor leaving here,” he growled “What were you two up to?”
She scowled at him. “It’s none of your business,” she replied, picking her wand up off the floor.
He gazed at her wand for a moment then back at her. “It looks rather bad, you being in a small, cramped storage closet with a man who is not your betrothed.”
“Do I look like I care?”
Cain gazed at her coldly. “I hope Severus beats you into the ground for this. You’re quite the nasty little bitch.”
“Severus doesn’t give a damn about what I do and you have no right to tell me what to do. You may be able to shove around your weak girlfriend, but not me.” She stepped around the couple and began making her way back to her common room. She was stopped, however, by a strong grip around her wrist. She spun around angrily. She was not going to have a repeat of what happened on the train and she was not going to let Cain think he could control her. She reached up and swung at him with all her might.
In her rush of hatred, she couldn’t decide whether to punch him or slap him so when her hand finally collided with his face it turned out to be a little of both. Cain ended up with four violent scratch marks across his face, two of which were bleeding. He stumbled backwards slightly, his hands clasped to his reddened cheek. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the closet. “Have fun you two,” she said sarcastically and snapped the door shut.
The fire was finally beginning to die down and Severus still sat, scowling at it. He didn’t know what his problem was. It wasn’t like they were romantically involved or anything… unless one counted their upcoming marriage as romantic, which Severus didn’t. Truthfully, he was only in it for the money and because the entire Malfoy family all thought that it would be the “perfect” arrangement to ensure his future. But really, how was he supposed to react? His fiancé was out at midnight snogging some other man. He should have had some semblance of control over her by now. Severus wondered what Lucius would think if he knew. Not that Severus had really made a valid attempt at trying to rein her in, besides the fact that it made him look bad, he didn’t much care that she wasn’t here waiting on him. He preferred the peace and quiet of an empty common room. Then, why was he so angry that she was out with Lupin?
Severus ran his hand through his hair. He had a horrible tendency to over analyze things to the point where he would get a headache. It was his original reason for investing time in his study of Occlumency. However, over the years, he had found that the craft also had many side benefits. It not only made him a much better liar, but it also helped him cope with the constant torture James Potter and his friends inflicted upon him.
He leaned back on the couch and began to relax, trying to clear his mind of all his anger and frustrated thoughts of Camilla. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard footsteps coming through the portrait hole. About time she got back, he thought to himself. Without opening his eyes, he asked, “Did Lupin provide you with adequate assistance on your… essay?”
“Severus…” came a strained voice in response.
He opened his eyes. A very disheveled looking Darcy Rodman was standing awkwardly in front of the fireplace. Severus frowned.
“How did you get in here?”
“Cain told me your password,” she replied.
He furrowed his brow. “Oh… do you need something then?”
“Something… happened. I mean, to Camilla; something happened to Camilla.”
Severus could tell by now that she was trying to hide something from him. Clearly, Cain had sent her and she wasn’t comfortable. She was staring at the floor and shifting from one foot to the other.
“What do you mean?” he asked slowly.
She gave a loud sniff. “I don’t know… Cain just told me to come get you. They’re down near the dungeons corridor… just down the stairs. He said to tell you to hurry.”
Severus stared at Darcy for a moment, not sure what to do or what to say.
She gave another sniff. “Severus… there’s blood everywhere. It was so horrible.”
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