Disclaimer: I, in no way, claim to own Harry Potter or any of J.K. Rowling's amazing characters. Though I wouldn't be complaining if I did….
Author's note: I'm writing this entire story during my BCIS class from a school computer. Seriously.
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He watched the boy out of the corner of his eye, he always watched him. He hated him, he told himself that over and over. He had his fathers face.
But he had his mother's eyes.
Severus Snape shook his head, trying to block out those unwanted thoughts; thoughts of that damned James Potter, thoughts of that perfect Lily Evans, thoughts of their only son… Harry.
Said Gryffindor golden boy sat across the room, absent mindedly stirring his cauldron, watching the man.
The potions master returned his gaze once again, scowling.
He continued to stare, taking in his cruel expression, his harsh features, his long greasy black hair, and felt his heartbeat quicken.
He turned his gaze to the floor.
Why did he always react this way around that slimy snake of a man?
"Mr. Potter, I see you have managed to mess up on this potion for the second time, ten points from Gryffindor for…. Stupidity."
Snape's smirk made Harry's face flush with anger, he stood up, ready for another argument, when Hermione put her hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
"That's right Harry, listen to your girlfriend."
It was Ron's turn to stand up, Hermione turned to glare at him, causing the redhead to sit back down.
Snape's smirk widened as he made his way back to the front of the classroom.
Why do I love him?