I present thee, with a Valentine's Day fic! I'm bored, and single, and this is what I do when I should be doing a project on Andrew Jackson.
"I hate Valentine's Day," Severus Snape muttered to himself as he walked down the High Street. "It's really a pointless holiday, made for forcing those who are single to suffer."
Kicking a stone down the road, he shoved his hands in his pocket and made his way towards the Three Broomsticks. Somewhere along the way, he remembered how he and Lily Evans used to make fun of the mushy couples on Valentine's Day. Two years ago. Before they stopped being friends and she started dating him.
"Stupid Severus!" Snape said to himself. "Don't think about them."
But it truly was a difficult task when a large crowd was gathered round the entrance to the Three Broomsticks, chanting and cat-calling and wolf-whistling.
"Get on with it Prongs! She knows you're gonna pop the question! You're in loooove!"
"Go on James, ask her already!"
"Shut up Padfoot, Moony! She'll hear you!"
"Over this lot? Not likely."
"Wormtail!"
Severus pushed his way through the gasping crowd in time to see the beautiful Lily Evans push her way out the door.
"Sorry it took so long James, there was a crowd! Wait- James!"
James was kneeling, and Sirius and Remus and Peter were beaming, and Lily was crying.
"Lily Marie Evans, I have loved you since first year. Just this past year you dated me, and I've fallen even more head over heels for you than I already was. Would you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Lily Potter?"
She gasped, and the tears were falling even more, but she was smiling beneath them. Severus willed her, with all his might, to say no, but some small part of him knew that she wouldn't.
"Yes!" she cried, and the entire crowd cheered. "Yes James! Of course I'll marry you!" And she laughed with delight as he slid the ring onto her finger and picked her up off the ground, twirling her in the air before bringing her down to his lips.
Severus turned and walked towards the darker streets of Hogsmeade, where nobody would see him.
"Yes," he whispered as the tears started to fall. "I really do hate Valentine's Day."