Making love to a picture frame one more time tonight
You can tell by the lines in your smile something is not right
Where are you hiding?
She's on the outside, I'm on the inside crying
Across the room, he could see her sitting there. She was surrounded by people, but he paid no attention to them. She was always surrounded by her gallons of friends, and after so long watching her he learned to filter them out. He knew several people had seen him staring, including Professor Lupin whom he was sure would soon get defensive of his little sister. It was preposterous; completely and utterly unthinkable that he could possibly fall for a sibling of one of the marauders. After all, they had teased and tortured him all through school. Thinking of how he had hung upside down, frustrated and alone, made him itch to scoot away from the werewolf beside him, but he could not. Not without making a scene, which he had become quite well at avoiding unless it was completely necessary.
She always had a table of her students surrounding her while she ate in the back of the great hall, seemingly as far as possible from the other teachers. She had once told him she found it easier to get along with children than adults, who were much better at judging and weren't afraid to speak their minds. He disagreed completely, of course, but found himself nodding with her anyways. He wondered if that, since Professor Flitwick had retired (it was long overdue) and she now taught his choir class, she would teach charms. He actually didn't know what classes she had excelled in, he had never thought to ask. When she laughed, her eyes seemed to dance and sparkle. He had noticed that early on. But today, when she laughed, her eyes were still cold. Empty. He wondered what had happened. He had never seen her this...this...hollow.
"She seems quite sidetracked, your sister. Got a bit of werewolf blues?" he sneered to the man beside him. Professor Lupin's eyes flashed with a fire Snape had never seen before, and he knew he had hit his target dead on. By making fun of her, Lupin would never discover his secret.
"You know as well as I do, Professor, that Elle is not as I am," Lupin replied, inwardly seething but keeping it to a minimum in his tone of voice. He didn't appreciate Snape trying to start something, and he wouldn't take the bait.
"That is yet to be seen..." Whatever he had been about to say wasn't quite finished, as at that time the doors flew open to allow Dolores Umbridge to saunter through, some of her ministry croonies right at her side like heeling animals. Many of the teachers sat up straighter unconsciously, but Snape purposefully did the opposite. If she said anything he would simply hex her into oblivion. Merlin, he hated that woman...
She took Dumbledore for an 'urgent matter' and the both of them were gone. Professor McGonagal stood to dismiss the students back to their dormitories, and before Snape could look for Miss Lupin once more she had vanished into the crowd. Shaking his head at his horrible puppy-dog sickness, he stormed through students (many who parted to let him pass, much to his delight) and made his way to the dungeons to sulk. More ammo for the poor first year class he had next.
Just another crazy boy hungry for your...
Hot love, wrap yourself around me like a warm glove
Your emptiness needs me and I'm filled up
Never need to go back to the way I was, the way I was
The break room had always been a secluded place. Despite the fact that it was designated for the teachers, not many of them ventured there. Snape found it sad, as he frequented the place often and it was actually a nice place to get work done in the quiet. Tonight though, he only stood in the doorway as he watched the vixen on the couch.
She was drinking champagne. No hard, typically male drinks like firewhisky or rum. She had to have girly drinks like champagne, wine, or martinis. Everything about her was blatantly female and lady-like except her attitude. She was such a contradiction. In fact, he remembered when he had her in his classes. She had done well in potions, but had nothing to brag about. He had used the 'what goes around, comes around' adage with her, teasing and torturing her like her much older brother had done to him. He guessed it was about time it came around again, just taking a different form. He kept his occlumency shields high; for he wasn't sure what exactly her area of expertise was, for all he knew she could be an accomplished legilimens. Taking a seat next to her, he brandished his wand and brought himself a bottle of firewhisky. Pouring it into the waiting glass, still using his wand instead of pouring it the old fashioned way, he wondered how to make...what did they call it, small talk?
I've tried and tried and tried and tried
But I've no concept of consequence
And I'm a master of self defense
Days get longer, life gets shorter
She treats me like no other
So old, dripping from head to toe
"Professor Snape," she acknowledged, and he could hear the remembrance of his torture hidden beneath the greeting. Part of being a lady, though, was forgive and forget.
"Professor Lupin."
"Please, call me Elle. Most of my students prefer it, they say calling me Professor Lupin makes them think of my brother."
"I can imagine," he replied in monotone. He didn't call many people by first names unless he was making a sarcastic remark to them or about them, but perhaps he could manage hers.
"And should I just call you 'Professor Snape'?"
It was on the tip of his tongue to reply in his snarkiest manner, 'Duh. What else would you call me?' But he didn't think that would appeal to her in the way he was going for. Closing his eyes for a split second as he felt a headache coming on, he answered her question.
"Call me Severus."
He felt he would regret this.
I can't make the same mistake
If you lose my love it was yours to take
Break down your door, take a little more
When I need you around
And I'm so terrified of leaving
It's a new low, try to pick me up again
But let go, see how far I get without you
Desperately need more of your...hot love
Wrap yourself around me like a warm glove
Your emptiness needs me and I'm filled up
Never need to go back to the way I was, the way I was
A/N- I honestly don't know where I'm going with this. I was completely making it up as I went along. Forgive me for slow updates as I actually don't know if this will be a serious story for me or not. Oh, and credit to J.K. Rowling for all characters except Elle Lupin.(mwamwahahahha...I claimed a character!) BTW...the song is 'The Way I Was' by Maroon 5. And yes...I can promise you this will be a song fic. If you know of a good song you want me to use, tell me and I'll try to work it in. Honestly, how many fic writers take requests from their readers:)