Unwanted pet (Snupin) *Complete*

Part 52: Voyeuristic tendencies

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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The following days passed uneventfully as two of them fell into the routine.

Suddenly, Remus snapped out of the sleep. He listened carefully. It was the same sound; he thought he dreamt for past few weeks.

Already accustomed to life in dungeons, he could judge with an ease that it was early morning, an hour before sunrise. He slowly pulled his wand underneath the pillow and rise. Snape's bed was empty.

Heavy panting with sharp expels of air was coming from the room with the cage. He crept out of the bed and sneaked to the doorway, peeking from what he perceived as a safe spot.

His jaw fell down. Whatever he expected - what he saw was not it. He quickly covered his mouth with a hand, crouching in a more comfortable position. He knew that a smart thing to do would be to just get to bed and forget about it all, but he was too curious.

Snape was in the cage, dimly lighted with only one candle, naked from the waist up and barefooted. He just finished with the push-ups and now he was doing sit-ups, breathing heavily, exhaling sharply with every upward thrust.

Remus looked at his muscles flexing.

Snape never looked much, he was slim on the verge of starvation. Even now, he could see the lines of his ribs. One thing Remus could not say about Snape was that he is physically weak. He remembered how strong his hand were. At least he understood now where that strength came from.

Snape finished with sit-ups and took a glass of water, drinking it fully. As he placed the glass on the floor, she filled with water instantly. Remus could not but marvel his skills.

Snape stood up and started to breathe deeply and calmly, and then he moved.

Remus watched in amazement. Snape's movements were slow, fluid and almost poetic, many demanded a strong sense of balance. Remus was sure that he would stumble and fall if he was to do that, not to mention his muscles could not withhold that intensity of training.

Snape was moving in the radius of one square meter, and now he was looking at man's back. The contour of every muscle visible as he continued through the motions, focused on breathing.

Watching him move was like watching a highly skilled dancer performing a mesmerizing dance. Time passed by, Remus could feel icy tingles of cramps numbing his legs, but he refused to move.

It was almost sunrise, suddenly Snape exploded into a blur of motion, still using same movements but with such speed that made him almost gasp loudly. The fuzz of a speed that maintained the elegance of movements came to an abrupt end, the same way that started. He could see Snape's' chest moving rapidly, but heartbeats were only slightly elevated. He watched as Snape drank another glass of water, placing it back in the same spot to refill.

Remus bit his lip when seemingly out of nowhere appeared large trunk of wood, high almost as Snape. Trunk laced with wooden bars scattered in irregular pattern sticking out. The Large base provided support or strange contraption, on the top of the trunk was a round shape that reminded him of a neck with a head.

Snape flexed his neck muscles and inhaled a couple of times before approached it. Remus could see that Snape added a wand holster with a wand to his right arm. He watched with curiosity what is going to happen next, holding his breath.

Snape slightly hit one bar setting a trunk in motion to rotate. Snape, started with slow movements, blocking bars then backed away rubbing his hand against injured ribs.