Mating Habits

Mating Habits

by Matt

I read once, in a book about werewolves, that we mate for life.

I wasn't very sure I believed it at the time, but of course, I have to take something in consideration.

I wasn't in love back then.

Just had a, how my best friends Sirius Black and James Potter liked to call it, 'silly little crush'.

On a certain dark haired Slytherin, named Severus Snape. Who just happened to hate us with passion.

And who just happens to be my actual lover.

He read that bit about werewolves too, from the same book even.

And he sometimes likes to make comments about it, saying that he only stays with me because I can't have another mate.

So even though I know he's only saying that because he hates to admit he is willingly in a relationship, I pray every day for that book to be true.

Because it also says that a werewolves mate never leaves.

Nobody knows why, they just don't.

Some people say that it's pity on the werewolve, who cannot be with others.

And others say that once a werewolve claims a mate, said mate cannot have others either, because a special bond is created.

A bond of love.

I personally like to believe in the second one.

I know I shouldn't take all this stuff so seriously, that I should just trust his love for me.

Because I know he loves me.

But...

I'm hopeless, as Severus likes to point out to me.

Many times a day.

But I just can't help myself.

I waited for years to be with this man, who choose me over others.

Me.

A beast.

So I can't help but feel afraid.

Afraid that one day this wonderful being might leave me.

Afraid that one day he might realize that he doesn't like the way I move, the way I talk. Or even the way I make love to him.

Because I know he has had other lovers before me.

And I know I was the less experienced.

But he just calls me an idiot and tells me that's not what counts.

And then with a little smile, the one he saves just for me, adds I'm the best lover he has ever had.

I tend to blush a lot when he says that.

And so he laughs softly when I growl slightly at barely the mention of his past lovers. Shakes his head, a smirk on his handsome face, when I hug him tight to myself in the night, letting him move only, and only if he needs to go to the bathroom. Hugs me tightly when I cry silently when he has to leave to run a simple errand for Dumbledore.

And after that he simply kisses the top of my head and with a quiet 'You are such a stupid werewolf', he hugs me lovingly and tells me he'll never leave me. Tells me I'm the center of his world, the only one who keeps him going.

Tells me I'm the air he breathes to stay alive.

And I believe him.

Because Severus Snape is a man of his word.

And so I sleep peacefully, in the arms of my mate.

Mine.