Your Love is my drug
By sierra tarver
There is a thin line between love and hate. And Severus was right on the brink, threatening to fall into either category. Like a drug, he was addicted. He was like a moth to flame; every time he got close to either he was burned. James was his angel, his devil, his savior, and yet his executioner.
As a hard calloused hand landed a heavy blow onto Severus's cheek, he couldn't help but wonder if this was James's way of showing affection. James Potter was difficult person to understand (not that Severus would want to understand the arrogant prick). He grew up a spoilt rich child, doted on by mummy and daddy. Once he got to school, violence was all he knew. Especially when he realized that not everyone was going to love him. James took out his frustration and insecurities on others – specifically Severus.
Severus coughed up blood as James's dragon-hide boots connected with his ribs and he felt something snap. James lifted Severus's chin. Severus glared at him. James just smirked.
"What do you want Potter? Do you want me to bow down and lick your shoes?" Severus sneered. Blood bubbled up in his mouth and dribbled out slowly. James's eyes narrowed and he raised his palm, smacking him sharply across the face. Severus gasped in pain.
"Don't get smart with me Snivellus. I can make you do what I want when I want you to! Don't forget, I own you."
How could he forget? How could he forget constant pain and heartache? How could he forget suffering a fate worse than death? How could he forget not even being his own person?
James crashed his dry, chapped lips against Severus's. Severus stayed where he was, still, not even reacting. James growled into Severus's unresponsive lips and fisted a large hand into Severus's long black tresses of hair. A sharp sting pounded in Severus's skull. Still Severus didn't respond.
James let go and broke from the smaller boy. James shook his head in disgust before aiming one last kick at the boy's unsuspecting form. Severus wheezed and tears prickled at the corners of his black eyes.
James leaned over and licked a little blood from Severus's lips. The red stained his lips. James whispered into Severus's ear,
"No one will ever love you. I know I never did and never will."
With that the star of the Gryffindor Quidditch team turned on his heel and out of the door, leaving the broken Slytherin to curl up clutching his injured stomach-sobbing.
James didn't care about him and he never will care about him, he made that perfectly clear. Sure, now Severus would vehemently deny ever caring for the Potter teen and encourage people thinking he hated him, and he probably did, but that wasn't the problem.
Severus Snape still is madly, deeply, and truly in love with James Potter.
The line was almost completely gone; love was addicting and hate was inevitable. Severus wasn't an exception.
*the end*