A/N: I don't own Harry Potter and I don't own "What Hurts the Most" by Rascal Flatts. The inspiration for this story struck me while I was feeding my dog just moments ago, so please enjoy. Don't forget to leave a review!
"What Hurts the Most"
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me
Severus Snape sighed, throwing the rag, which he had been using to attempt to clean his cauldron to the side unceremoniously. "Why do I bother?" he said aloud, despite the fact that he was quite alone. The Slytherin boys' seventh year dormitory was empty, except for him. He risked a glance at his nightstand, upon which stood a photograph of him and the girl who had once been his best friend: Lily Evans. Though he would never allow it if he had been in the presence of others, he felt his eyes well up and allow a few tears to fall from his cold, black eyes.
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do
As he continued to cry, he murderously cursed the day he had driven away his only true friend. "Damn it, why? Why the bloody hell did I have to call her a 'Mudblood'? It's all bloody Potter's fault! Damn him!"
He slammed a clenched fist into his pillow, throwing himself onto the mattress in a violent manner. He could've had her. She could've been his. His girlfriend. His love.
It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
But now she was with Potter. "Damn him!" Snape snarled aloud, descending into the otherwise empty Slytherin common room. It seemed everyone had gone out of his or her way to avoid him. Did they know something he didn't? Laughing mirthlessly to himself, he supposed it wouldn't be surprising if Potter proposed to Lily. They were, after all, the so-called "King and Queen of Hogwarts." The Head Boy and Head Girl dating, imagine that. He supposed the shared living quarters made shagging much more private and convenient.
He bitterly pushed the thoughts out of his mind. It was painful enough to see the two of them together, he didn't need to think about it constantly as well. Unless, of course, he felt suicidal. But when didn't he? The girl, no, woman he loved had spurned him and ignored his existence and started dating the one boy she had claimed to hate! How much lower could he possibly sink?
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
As he exited the Slytherin common room in an attempt to lose himself amidst the numerous twisting corridors of Hogwarts, he failed to notice the redhead who had been waiting surreptitiously behind a statue. Stalking off into the darkness of the castle, he muttered, "Stupid Mudblood bitch."
Lily had started to chase after him, to talk to him, but stopped short when she heard these words leave his mouth. She glanced down at the gleaming diamond ring resting on the ring finger of her left hand and sighed loudly, tying her red hair back into a ponytail. She had come to see Severus, in the hopes that they would be able to reconcile and at least be friends. Or acquaintances. She had wanted him to be happy for her and James. But she supposed civility towards her or James was past him at this point. When she thought about, she did, in all honestly, love Severus. But as a friend. Losing him in such a sudden and cruel way was what, in fact, hurt the most.
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do