A/N Hello! Not dead, just very busy! I'll be updating more here soon I hope. This is a little piece dedicated to MsLilyEvans & darkenedfuture on Twitter.
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Severus Snape stood there staring with his black eyes to the green ones that squinted merrily up at him. Her nose was pert and slightly round at the top, covered in broze little speckles. He'd always loved her nose. He found his own much to large for his face, always catching glimpses of it when his eyes were cast downward. His mother had insisted he'd grow into it, but he'd seen his fathers face and knew it was a lie.
"Well?" Lily quipped, bubbling over with an energy that never seemed to fade and always left him half breathless.
"Well, what?" Severus tilted his head to the side and looked over her shoulder, past the bushes where he'd first watched her from a year ago, to the swing set currently occupied by a few of the other local children.
"Do your parents get along at all?" He focused his attention to her once more. The bronze speckled bulb in the center of her face scrunched up in question, her bright green eyes squinting again against the sun that caused her red hair to look like leaping flames in the harsh afternoon light and slight breeze.
"On occasion, I suppose." He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, staring down at her. She knew he wasn't fond of talking about his home life. She'd seen the marks, heard some of the stories. So why bring this up?
"Well mine really do," she uttered and then giggled, a high pitch shriek that pierced into his heart and she hung her head back laughing to the sky, her lips spread wide in glee, forcing his own to upturn slightly at the edges. "I saw them...snogging." She turned her face from the blue above her and looked back to him, her smile small, her eyes wide and clear, her cheeks rosy.
"Oh." And he left it at that. What else was supposed to follow those words? He'd seen his father grab his mother and kiss her harshly when the alcohol would take affect. He knew the motions, the routine, the angry shouts that would soon there follow until he'd flee to his room or out the door, to the playground, to her, his Lily.
Lily took a step forward, determination now set on her small face and looked up to him. "Come here." She crooked a finger in indication for him to lean down, like she always did when she had a secret to share, a story to whisper, a tale to reveal.
He gulped, unsure why, he'd always been fine being close to her, unlike anyone else so he did as she asked - like he always did and leaned down, his black eyes searching her own in question, waiting to hear her soft voice in his ear, to feel her breath against his flushed cheek and limp hair.
Suddenly her eyes were all to close to his, her bulb of a nose smashed into his much larger one and she placed her warm chapped lips against his own cold damp ones and he froze. He could see himself in her eyes, like he was trapped there, like he had always been inside them, like he belonged there. His body, his heart, his mind, his soul - everything seemed to stop moving except his lips as they pushed back on their own accord against hers in a second that seemed about to travel into the brink of eternity until she just as quickly pulled away and tossed her halo of flames over her shoulder and frowned slightly.
"Well, I sure don't see what all the fuss is about." She shrugged and then grinned widely, "Race you to the swings!" and she turned her hair fanning out behind her as she ran towards the other children, her mind miles away from where his was going to be stuck for the rest of his life, against her lips, inside her magnificent green eyes.
