Unwanted pet (Snupin) *Complete*

Part 16: Awake again

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter world, which is trademarked by J. K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it.

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Lupin woke up covered with sweat, breathing rapidly. With the corner of the eye, noticed a trace of black clothing disappearing in the direction of the bathroom. Looking around noticed that he occupied the small single bed, placed near the cold fireplace, on the spot previously reserved for Snape' secretary table. On a hand's reach was a set of clean clothes, neatly folded. He was naked under the covers.

Where could my wand be?

Every muscle in his body was aching. Forcing himself to sit, he reached for the clothes. Dressing up turned out to be a challenging task, but he managed it somehow. Trying to fight off dizziness, Remus pulled his shirt on.

Snape returned to the room, with still wet hair. Calm heartbeats and expressionless face did not match Snape' wretched look. Skin colour even more pronounced, yellowish with dark bags under his eyes. Exhaustion was written all over his face.

Snape approached fast, pushing him down. "You are not in a condition to sit, little less to get up"

"Why? How...how long I was out." His throat hurt when he spoke

"10 days. You had a severe reaction to other potion, more severe than I anticipated." Remus's jaw dropped.

I was unconscious for 10 days! "You look same as I feel. What did you do in those 10 days?" Fighting the uncomfortable scratch in his throat he tried to joke.

Snape gave him a cold, long stare, not too friendly at all. "I did what I had to do..." answered Snape vaguely.

"Is it possible for me get up somehow? I think I am tired of lying." he smiled a shy smile.

"If you are up to it. However, do not play a bloody hero. I will help you reach the chair." Grumbled Snape.

The feeling of hotness rose in his cheeks, he nodded. Snape offered him hand and he accepted. Reluctantly, Lupin had to admit, Snape was correct in his assessment, he was not in a condition to stand up or walk alone. Half carrying him Snape walked slowly to the armchairs.

Finally slumping into an armchair, he realised how tired he felt as if he had run a marathon. Remus frowned at the bowl of vegetable soup on the table.

"I was feeding you with soup for 10 days, and you could not hold inside even that. If you do not throw up that, there is a chamomile tea, for later." Explained Snape in a low voice.

The soup smelled pleasant and he savoured the aroma for a while until his stomach started it rumble loudly. Taking a gulp of warm liquid, almost saying from sensation, he drank the whole bowl. Snape was silent, eating his soup slowly and keeping a wary eye on him. Lupin felt sickness rising up, but not too strong, and he suppressed it.

"I am sorry, Severus." He whispered.

"Did anyone ever told you, Lupin, that you apologize too much? What for are you apologizing now?"

"That night, last 10 days...just about anything I can remember. I owe you..." he tried, but Severus cut him off.

"You do not owe me anything, Lupin. I don't do this out of the kindness of my heart."

"But that night..." He tried again.

"What about that night? For what are you apologizing? Being bloody moron or for tearing half of your face off?" Snapped Snape