Title: Affinity (for Lupin_Snape June 05 Cliche Month) 159 words
Pairing: Snape/Lupin kind of
Disclaimer: I own nothing, JKR everything
Rating: R for…
Warning: Character Death
They were pinned down, trapped in the old barn after everything had gone to hell. There was no sound, but something behind them made Lupin start, and turn. He threw himself forward fluently. The green haze of the curse enveloped him, and he was dead before he hit the ground. But Snape had enough time to seek cover behind a bale and fumble out the portkey.
He appeared on the remote hill just as the sun was rising. He was exhausted, bloody, and scared sick. As he stood panting and chilled, something welled up inside him, something warm and comforting, something intangible and bittersweet and redolent of Lupin. Something that felt like love.
Bloody hell. Is this how Potter feels?
The something was all throughout him, and suddenly it was an addiction, a thirst for completeness. But Lupin was dead. And the realization hit him like a star going nova.
This is how Potter feels all the time.