Three's A Crowd - A Snack, Drarry & Remy/OC RP (Part 5)

Draco: *knocks on Severus' office door*

"Come in."

Draco: Hey, Uncle Sev. Sorry to bother you

"Must you still call me that?"

Draco: You're family, Uncle Sev. I'll call you that even if I live till 100

Severus sighed rolling his eyes. "What do you want, Draco?"

Draco: Just for a little small favour, Uncle Sev, is all

"I can not change your gread, Draco."

Draco: Now I wouldn't sink that low. No, I just need you to have a little chat with Harry

"Why?"

Draco: Well, let's just say I kinda know about you and his godfather sorta...got along. He's having a hard time understanding, so it's best if you talk to him a little

"It is Si-Blacks position to tell him."

Draco: *shrug* Been there, done that. Harry's having a hard time trying to accept it. I reckon he'd rather hear your side of the story

"And why should I?"

Draco: *shrugs* I just thought that maybe he'd feel better if he heard it from the man who gave him such a hard ass time, is all

"I treat him like all my other students." He lied.

Draco: No, you treat him 50 million times worse than you treat other students. I'm not blind, Uncle Sev

"Well at least your eye sight is good."

Draco: *sighs* Well I won't make you go talk to Harry, but I think it'll be the right thing to do

"I have nothing to say to him."

Draco: *shrugs* Oh well, I've tried. *gets up, then stops at the door* Just so you know, when Harry is upset, his godfather would be upset as well, and you don't want to have an upset lover *leaves the office*

Severus sighed he was right. Maybe being talking to the boy wouldn't hurt, but it might now help. Severus had another gryffindor take a note to tell Harry to come to his office.

Harry: *reads the note from the other boy and sighs* *heads down to the dungeons and knocks on the office door*

"Come in."

Harry: *walks in with a sigh* You called for me, Professor?

"Yes, please sit."

Harry: *sits down* Have I done something, Professor? ~Even if I haven't, he'll still want to kill me. >>~

"We need to talk."

Harry: Do we, sir?

"About me and your godfather. And about you and me."

Harry: I already know about you and Sirius. And there is nothing between you and I.

"I know that, but there is something between us. Hatred."

Harry: And why should that change.

"Because of what we are to each other."

Harry: And what, might I inquire, is that?

"Your Godfather lover. Not that that makes us family. But it makes us something."

Harry: And what is your point.

"My point is that we need to talk about it. I know you think I hate you. I do but not for the reason you think."

Harry: *scowls* Oh, do tell.

"Very well. Your Father and me were related. His Mother was my Mother's second cousin. But since I was only half, your father would torment me, I never knew why, since his wife was muggle born. But when we were 14 my mother forced me to go to a party at your Father house. Lily was not that but Black, and Remus was there. I had fallen head over hills in love with Black. But he just ignored me. But your Father knew. He saw the way I looked at him. What did he do? He threw himself at Black, and Black didn't mind. Every time I walked near them they were making out or touching each other."

Harry: *frown* And I'm supposed to care why? I'm sorry that my father was an ass, but that has nothing to do with me.

"You look like him. sirius will drop everything for you. I am still jealous about that, Potter. As you may have not notice I have a very low selfesteem."

Harry: Well I'm oh so sorry that I look like my father. *glare* I'll just go back in time and ask my mum to place some random charms on me so that I'll look differently then, shall I?

"Potter..." He took a breath. "What I am trying to say is I am sorry. But I know that means little to you."

Harry: No, sir, it doesn't. But that doesn't excuse how shallow you are. You despise me and have made my life hell for no reason other then I look like my father. I have absolutely no control over who my parents were or who I look like! Its not as if I asked to be born!

"Yes I know. It was petty for me. But still I will try, I suppose."

Harry: Oh no, I wouldn't want you to strain yourself. *glare*

"Potter may I remind you I am still your Professor. You should stop talking to me like that."

Harry: Look, Professor, I don't really care anymore. I'm sorry you had a bad childhood but that is no excuse for you acting like a petty child. You are an adult. You had a choice AND an obligation to teach your students to the best of your ability, but instead, you chose to let something from your childhood rise up and stop you, and allow you to treat one student in particular like shit.

"Well since you thing that is, then you may leave."

Harry: Why should I think otherwise.

"I said you could leave, Potter."

Harry: *scowls* You're not the only one who has had a bad childhood, you know. *leaves*

Severus sighed, rubbing his temples.

*meanwhile...*

Jayson came out of the bathroom dressed in another outfit of Remus. "I need my own clothes, Remus."

Remus: *chuckles* But you look so adorable in mine.

"Sure with all this patches I am sure you want to do me." he chuckled, rolling his eyes.

Remus: Ah yes that... I apologize. I don't have very much money..

Remus: *walks over to him* What would you like to wear then?

"I like shirts."

Remus: *blinks and chuckles* Is that so? Well then, what color and material?

"I like bright colors, material I don't care."

Remus: Very well then. *waves his wand and the pants Jayson is wearing is transfigured into a light purple polyester skirt*

Remus: Is that better?

Jayson blinked. "Holy shit. That was cool!"

Remus: *laughs* That's magic.

"That is mega cool. I love it."

Remus: *looks at the top* Now I'm not one for fashion, but even I know that that does not match. *transfigures his shirt into a smart looking blouse*

"I never care about matching." He said. "This is awaome to have a wizard mate, thingy."

Remus: *chuckles* Oh? And why is that?

"You can make anything into anything."

Remus: That's not true.

"But you turned it into a skirt."

Remus: Yes, but that doesn't mean I can turn anything into anything else.

"Still cool."

Remus: *laughs* Well thank you. In any case, shall we be off then?

"Sure...but do we have to do that teliport thing?"

Remus: You mean apperating?

"Yeah."

Remus: No, we can floo if you like.

"Floo? Whats that?"

Remus: *chuckles and walks him over to the fire place and throws some floo powder into the fire* *takes some more in his hand and explains it*

"So it will not burn me up?"

Remus: That's right. Would you like if it I went first to show you?

"For all I know I would never come out. Can we go together?"

Remus: *small smile* Of course. *steps into the fire and holds out his hand for Jayson*

Jayson nodded going into fire place, hoping he did reget it.

Remus: *smiles and puts his arms around him, holding him tightly* Hogwarts Castle! Professor Lupin's quarters!

Jayson felt liked he was flying through a tight tube, it was not as bad and apperating but he still didn't like it.

Remus: *steps out of the fire holding onto Jayson* There we all. All done. *waves his wand cleaning the dust and soot off of himself and Jayson*

"Ok, that is the seond thing on my list of what I do not want to do again."

Remus: Well you'll get used to it.

"Nu uh. Don't you guy use like car or plains or trains?"

Remus: Well I had heard once that Arthur Weasley had a flying car. And we do have trains. And of course there's the Knight Bus...And some people just travel by broom.

"Broom? Like int he books?"

Remus: *chuckles* Well yes.

"So you where a hat, stripped socks and warts?" He raised his brow.

Remus: ...only Albus. *sighs* Not EVERYTHING in muggle stories is true. But some of it is.

"Ok like what then?"

Remus: Well why don't you tell me some of the things the stories say and I'll tell you whether or not they are true.

"Witches live in forest and make potion in couldren. They eat little kids, uh the have black cats."

Remus: *chuckles* The only witches and wizards who choose to live in forests are usually either hermits or members of a magical creature species. For example, my pack lives on land that is surrounded heavily by forests in Wales.

"Why don't you live with them?"

Remus: I do during the summer holiday. Well, sometimes I do. *shrugs* But since I found that I rather like my own small cottage better. Especially with Harry who comes and visists sometimes. But back to your questions. We do brew potions in couldrens. We certainly do not eat children. *chuckles* And owning a cat, black or otherwise, means absolutely nothing. It means someone wanted a pet.

"Harry?" Instanly jealous for some odd reason.

Remus: *nods* My cub. Well, actually he is the son of one of my best friends. My wolf more or less adopted him. He's not much older than you actually. I'm sure you and he would get along rather well.

"So he is like a son to you, right?"

Remus: Precisely.