by Your Undoing
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. --Backs away with hands raised--
Where was he?
Thoughts fired through his brain faster than bullets as he fixed his eye on the small trickle of first years coming through the door. Sitting at the staff table, which was on a raised platform so as to watch over the four house tables, he was in a superb position to examine every shivering little whelp that stood behind the sorting hat. Furrowing his brow, his gaze panned slowly across the line of students.
Where was he?
Some ridiculous looking girl with large teeth; a scrawny red-head that must be yet another Weasley; a beefy looking boy who could've easily passed for a 3rd year; a mean looking girl with dark hair—
The ruffled black hair. The prominent cheekbones. The scar.
Even at such a distance, Severus Snape had no troubled recognizing the bright emerald peeking out from behind the boy's thick glasses.
He stiffened as the sickening familiar voice echoed down the hall. Not today. Not now.
"Snivellus, I'm talking to you! Don't you know it's rude to ignore people?"
His eyes remained fixed on the page of the book in front of him, though they had long since stopped moving across the lines of text.
"Stupid git, I'm TALKING to you! Oppugno! "
With a crack!, what felt like a large textbook slammed into Severus's back. He clenched his jaw and muttered "Protego," speeding up his pace as he did so. Just a few more steps and he would be safely within the confines of the requirement room. Just a few more steps.
"Oh, Snivellus wants to play?"
Severus continued staring pointedly at the text as James's book continued to slam against the temporary wall created by the shield charm. A few more steps.
"Guys, we'll be late to class…" said another familiar voice. Severus need not turn around to picture the scene that was taking place behind him- he knew the drill well. First, James would glare exasperatedly at Remus. Next, Remus would shrug apologetically. Then James would frown, ruffle his hair (ridiculous, truly), and reluctantly follow Remus away.
Sure enough, Snape could hear James mutter; "damnit Moony, I was just having a bit of fun." Then, louder; "You got off easy this time Snivellus! Accio textbook."
Even as relief flooded his veins, Severus waited a moment before turning around. He scowled at the retreating backs of James, Sirius, and Lupin. How he longed to hex them into an oblivionHe watched them until they had disappeared into the stream of students weaving along the hallway. Reassured, he turned to the wall across from the portrait of Barnaby and the ballet trolls. Smirking nervously at nothing in particular, he paced back and forth in front of the wall three times.
Turning around after the third time, Severus smiled with satisfaction. A gleaming oak door stood where there had previously only been a wall. He glanced around anxiously, and noted with satisfaction that no one spared him a passing glance. His heart began to pound as he opened the door.
"You made it," she whispered.
"Snape, you dropped this."
Snape's head snapped up and he narrowed his eyes at the girl in front of him. She gazed firmly back into his face, unflinching, His heart gave a feeble jolt as he realized who it was.
"I don't know who the Half-Blood Prince is, but you'd better keep a better eye on his things," she said, as a soft smile played on her lips.
Sneering, he wrenched the book from her hands.
"I'd rather lose it than have filthy mudblood handprints all over it," he spat.
The smile melted off her face, and she sniffed haughtily. "I'll keep that in mind," she snarled. With a glare, she turned and stalked away.
"I'm sorry about earlier."
Her fingers wove into his hair, and he allowed her to pull him closer. A shiver ran up his spine.
"It had to happen," she responded. He could feel her breath on his cheek.
"Do you truly believe we can keep this up forever?"
A pause in the rhythm of her breathing. He found that he, too, was holding his breath.
"Severus…" she began softly. She kissed him, lingering on his lips before continuing. "Severus," she said again. "I'm a Gryffindor… you're a Slytherin."
He sighed, raising a hand to his brow. "I know," he said softly.
"Your enemies are my friends," she continued.
He said nothing, but allowed anger to simmer inside him. Potter.
"I don't want to give James any more reason to hurt you," she whispered. "You know how he gets when he's jealous."
He gazed into her eyes. Those beautiful emerald eyes.
"Lily…" he whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too Severus."