Potter's hand was wrapped around Luna's as he was dragged around the room by Slughorn.
Snape watched, following them slowly, gently pressing his way through the crowds of partying people, his eyes following their hands rather than their heads.
Seeing Lovegood with Potter tore at him as if someone had thrown his own spell at his stomach.
Envy wasn't something he'd felt for a while. Jealousies, yes, over the people who had better lives; didn't have to live what he lived, do what he did.
He turned to disappear, but Slughorn's arm came out of no where, reeling him in.
