Unwanted pet (Snupin) *Complete*

Part 50: Should I hug you or kill you?

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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Remus literally busted through the door that evening after his last class. Snape was in the workroom, hunched over the cauldron. Without even uttering a word, he ran to him and hugged Snape, who dropped steering rod and nearly tipped the cauldron.

"Get off me you mutt!" Hissed Snape pushing him away. "You just managed to destroy 4 hours of labour! Go and find a chair leg to ...."

"Thank you." He grinned at the steaming Snape who was looking as he is preparing to hex him any second.

"Lupin, I am not amused by this." Hissed Snape. "If I recall you asked me to talk to Dobby. I did. All the thank I get for it is the destruction of my potion. If I knew..."

Remus just grinned and tried to hug Snape again, but yelped in pain looking at his hand. His palm was bleeding from a small cut. Snape was sneering at him holding a small silver knife.

"Are you lost your mind!?" He growled. "Did you cut me with that?"

His hand was stinging as if he dipped it in the acid. Snape had a vindictive look as he nodded his head.

"I was planning to talk to you about final stage, but considering all that you did tonight..."

"So you cut me with silver?"

"Yes. How do you feel?"

"It stings! Hurts like an acid burn. Do you realize that this won't heal?" His mood was changing fast from happy to angry.

Without a word, Snape took one small bottle. "Give me your hand. This will sting...a lot."

"Dittany does not work on silver cuts." He grumbled but gave a hand to Snape who applied the liquid on the cut.

He hissed as liquid started to sting adding to already existing pain. Soon enough, pain reduced, and with awe, he watched as cut begun to close up.

"How?"

"The second potion. I think it is time for you to stop taking it. Just to see how you will react."

"Do you think it is safe?"

"Yes." Replied Snape after a small pause and Remus looked at him, not sure if he should place trust in the answer. Snape frowned. "Do not look so petrified. After all, you are using silverware at dinner for over a month."

"You,... I, .... When did you planning to tell me that?"

"I did not."

He looked at Snape, words choking him as he uttered. "You didn't plan to tell me that I use silverware for dining, but you planned on asking me if you can cut me with a silver knife?"

"Yes." Calmly replied Snape, with the same tone if he asked him if he wants milk in his tea "Honestly Lupin, I do not see the problem."

"You don't..... What if I had a reaction!"

"Then we would know that the potion did not work."

"What if I refuse to use knife and fork at dinner from now on." He hissed at Snape.

The cold and calm demeanour of other man forced him to fight the aggression that was building inside his chest.

"I see no problem in that. I can always ask Dobby to bring you a bowl, be sure that bowl will be made of silver too." Snape narrowed his eyes, voice silky smooth. Remus had the desire to smack him on the nose.