title: First Name
rating: PG (for slashy stuff and language)
pairings: James/Severus
summary: Severus and James have a little talk.
author's note: Alright, I was laying on my bed at 1 AM and thinking about how sad it is that there is so little SeverusxJames fanfiction. Then I started thinking about fluffy scenes. And then I went 'holy crap! Inspiration!', sprung out of my bed and wrote this.
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He wasn't sure just why he needed to sit out by the lake, but he did.
Severus just needed to sort of stare at the water, make sure the reflection of the moon was not that of a full one, and think. Sirius Black had tricked him into finding out the conniving little smart child's secret and what did he find? Remus was a werewolf. And almost killed him! But what really bothered him was that James Potter had saved him. Saved his life. James hated him and he hated James. So why in the name of all things good did he save his life?
Well, that was probably the answer.
In the name of all things good.
James was a goody-two-shoes when he needed to be, and what better way to get out of detention than saving him?
He jumped a little when they grass next to him flattened, then poked experimentally at the air.
"God, you git, cut it out."
The air shimmered a little as the cloak fell off, revealing a certain James potter rubbing his arm.
"What do you want, Potter?"
"Oh, you looked so forlorn. Just thought I'd come and make it worse, you know?"
"Piss off."
"Oh come now. You don't mean that."
"Yes. I do."
"Oh, marvelous, I do too. Now you may kiss the bride."
Severus turned his head to stare at him as if the Gryffindor's legs had become tentacles and bees were flying out his nose. "What on earth has gotten into you?"
"Nothing."
"Then leave me alone, you prat."
There was an awkward pause and James didn't move or seem to have any intention of moving.
"Go away, Potter."
"Why on earth are you so upset?"
"…"
"No, Snapey, silence does not explain things on earth. It may in your world, but--"
"Would you just shut up!?"
"…Snape…?"
"You want to know why I'm upset, Potter? Do you really want to know? I'll tell you! You saved me life! You save me damn life and you hate me! It doesn't make any sense!"
He blinked at him behind the glasses, then reached out to touch his shoulder. "Snape… I don't hate you. I dislike you very, very, very much, but I don't hate you."
"Don't touch me! And you know what? That's not all! You have friends and I hate you for it! You have a life! A wonderful, happy-sappy, hippy-dippy, fabulous frigging life!"
"…Severus."
"You're the star of your Quidditch team, you have a girl who is obviously going to love you later, you have three amazing friends who stick by your side through everything, you've got a cute owl, and god damnit, your family loves you!
"Severus."
"I hate you for having the wonderful life when I have the awful one!"
"Severus!"
"What!?"
James kissed him then, jerking him close roughly by the shoulders, then loosening his grip to trail down his arms and to lace fingers with him. Severus blinked, absolutely surprised, but even more startled to find he wasn't absolutely disgusted. In fact, he sort of liked it. Sort of? More like this was everything he ever dreamed of! Not that he dreamed about kissing James Potter. But… it was really nice.
So he just closed his eyes and very, very hesitantly kissed him back, melting at the sensation. When James finally did pull away he was left quite breathless and flushed.
"I don't hate you. Quite the contrary."
"James…"
"Yes…?"
"You said my first name."