Disclaimer: none of this but the story is mine...all of it is JK Rowlings, who i am sure is taking a well deserved break from writing.
Rating: T
Genre: Angst
She stood there in her Jimmy Choos and her too short dress, looking so tantalizingly delicious that it was hard to hide the sudden rush of blood from his brain to his groin. It was hard not to push her up against a wall and ravage her body right then and there. It was hard to think that she wasn't his and never would be. He had made sure of that.
He sees her from across the room, wishing she was his, but she isn't. She never will be, never could be. And he ached because of this forbidden desire.
She stood next to her perfect boyfriend in her Jimmy Choos, his arm held loosely around her waist and it was hard not to be jealous of that simple arm. She held a glass of firewhiskey in her delicate hands, occasionally bringing it up to her pink lips; lips that he was aching to touch, but knew he never could.
His gaze burned through her head, longing for her attention, anything that would declare his presence to her. But she didn't want anything to do with him, he knew that. It was clear from the disgusted glares she pointed at him from across the nightclub, and her affronted expression when she finally noticed that he was staring at her.
She excused herself from her boyfriend, from their friends, all of whom were so animated by her presence that they groaned when she left.
She stalked towards him, in those Jimmy Choos-which made her legs look like they went on for miles; a thunderous look on her face.
She was standing right in front of him almost spitting in anger, bitingly asking, "What do you want from me? Isn't it enough that you continue to embarrass me in front of my friends? Or do you forget that you so clearly declared how I embarrassed YOU in front of everyone, three years ago? I thought I told you that I was done with you, done with our friendship, and yet you still come here, staring at me. It's like a hole is being burned through my head! I am done with you, and I am asking you to spare me, and to spare yourself. Just leave. Please."
With those words she turned away and stalked back to her boyfriend, red hair flying, green eyes flashing. He did not think that he could feel anymore devastated, anymore low, than he did at that moment. He backed out of the club, out into the alleyway it opened up to, hearing the bass thudding from the music inside, so loud it was. It beat in time with the heartbeats he could hear in his head, it contrasted the tears prickling in the corners of his eyes as Severus Snape turned on the spot, apparating away into the darkness, and out of Lily Evans life for the last time.
A/N: hey there people so this is my first story, totally thought up on a whim, it was goin to be a LE/JP one at first then it...deviated so to speak. written in about fifteen minutes, i hope you liked it. some feedback would be nice though =)