39 • Madness

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Smut ahead.

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Snape had gone quiet on me after that. I didn't blame him.

But he had found me some dry clothes and, despite my protest, he had apparated the two of us back to my house. Just so I'd get there quicker.

«Come inside», I pleaded as he immediately turned to leave down the street. I was feeling nauseated and dizzy due to my first hurdle through apparation in many years, and had to lean against my front door as not to fall flat on my face.

He shook his head, «I strongly believe I am not welcome».

«It's my flat», I countered and knitted my eyebrows together, «you're not leaving, are you?»

Snape sighed and raised his shoulders, «maybe this was a mistake».

I huffed loudly, rolled my eyes and stomped over to him. With a scowl on my face I grabbed his coat, «don't be silly», I hissed and dragged him with me.

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«Martin?», I asked as I took my shoes off, mentally preparing myself for what was to come.

I was meant to tell Snape to wait in the hallway, but apparently Martin had been too impatient to talk to me — and so he suddenly stood in the door, looking horrified and confused.

«What the hell is he doing here?», he pointed to Snape behind me. And when he looked to me his frown seemed to turn even angrier, «and what the hell are you wearing?!»

I looked down briefly, as if I hadn't noticed the clothes Snape had dressed me in just minutes prior. It was a dark grey t-shirt over dark joggers. He'd told me he rarely used them, that they were clean and if I weren't to return them he wouldn't have missed them. I had thought nothing of it.

«Oh, my clothes were soaked», I replied.

Martin's face had contorted into something I never liked seeing. Compared to Snape he didn't suit a frown at all.

«I can't believe it», he growled and suddenly marched towards me — or rather, towards the man behind me. I reached out to stop him, pressing my hands against his chest.

«Stop, I can explain», I hissed.

Snape stood there quietly, not moving a muscle.

«No need to explain, Leo. I can see the situation clearly», he exclaimed as he stopped fighting to get passed me. Instead he gave me a disgusting glare, «am I really so terrible you'd rather have this old git?»

«Don't be an asshole», I said, «and calm down, you'll wake the neighbours».

Martin scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, «so I'm the asshole?», he shook his head in disbelief, «you're the one who tucks me into our bed and then sneak off to someone else's bed!»

Usually I would've been eager to prove Martin wrong, as he so often was. But I was faced with the truth, and nothing was making this any easier, «I have told you for a long time that our relationship isn't working, Martin. Don't act like it's news to you!»

He laughed then, and both Snape and I raised our eyebrows in mild curiousity snd confusion. «What's so funny?», I asked.

«You don't even care to correct me! So you did go to his bed, didn't you?», he hissed at me. I could still smell the alcohol on him.

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