Lily I love you.
A/N: This fic is based when Lily, James and co. are in 7th year. However, Snape and Lily are still best friends. Basically Lily finds herself falling in love with James while Snape struggles to tell her how he feels
Snape
She walked up to me, aglow with happiness. Her beautiful eyes shone and I knew she was thinking of him still. She gives a sigh of pure contentment as she turns to me. "Hey Sev" she says, her eyes focusing on me at last.
"Do you want to do the potions homework later?" I ask. She pauses and I know it is happening already. All it takes is a boyfriend in Gryffindor for me to be forgotten.
"Sorry Sev, I said I'd do my homework with James today" she looks genuinely sorry about it but I can't help being a bit hurt.
"What do you even see in him" I can't help but ask.
She looks at me quickly "look, I know you don't like him but James has changed a lot over the last few years. He's kind and considerate and funny"
My mind clouded with bitterness. If only she would look like that while thinking about me. Her face was a vision, her eyes earnest and shining. Those eyes that make my heart cry just to look at them. Right then I knew she was in love.
The pain was blinding. All these years I have loved her and he is nothing, nothing compared to how I could make her happy. Why? Why pick him when I want nothing more than to kiss her beautiful lips, have her eyes gaze into mine and know that she loves me too.
She's about to go. Now's my chance to tell her. Tell her how I've felt for all this time.
"Lily" I say. She turns back
"Yeah?" she says softly her eyes questioning.
"Lily, I love you" my mind screams but I can't get the words out
"We're still best friends right?" I say instead, my troubled eyes finding hers, trying to project my doubts through the air between us. She takes two steps towards me and suddenly she's hugging me tighter than ever before. Her hair falls beneath my face and I breathe in the sweet smell.
"I love you" I whisper oh so softly and pray she doesn't hear. I wonder why I can never voice how I feel properly.
"Of course we are" she says as we break apart "always" she smiles at me and my heart cries out with longing. My eyes follow her as she walks away her hair shining in the light.
"Lily I love you" I mutter bitterly as I stand alone once more. Potter is right, I am a coward. Well I'm not in Gryffindor after all. I just never seem to be able to say what's in my heart. I walk out into the grounds and find my favourite spot, a tree on the lakeshore, deserted as always. I sit down and extract my wand from my pocket "expecto patronum" I say. The silver doe bursts from my wand and dances in the breeze. I stare at the doe thinking of Lily and I know what I have to do. I take out a quill and a fresh piece of parchment and begin to write.