Author: Artema
Pairing: James/Severus, Sirius/Remus plus others?
Rating: R or NC17
Archive: Yes, just ask first.
Feedback: Would be fantastic.
Disclaimer: I am just playing with them, no one is giving me any money. (Well
not for this anyway). Everything you recognise from the Harry Potter books
belongs to whomever it is that owns them nowadays. J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury
Publishing, Warner Bros etc etc.
Warning: This is SLASH! That means men intimately involved with men. If you don't like it shoo and if you read it and think it is sick and twisted don't come crying to me.
Dedications: To my wonderful boyfriend Christian, who put up with me trying to bounce ideas off him and hogging the computer when he wanted to use it.
Summary: The backstory to Beyond Good and Evil and Beyond Love and Hate, the story of the relationship between James Potter and Severus Snape.
Anyway enough of this drivel and on with the story.
Chapter One
How It All Began
Potions Class –1976
It was all Sirius' fault – it usually was of course but this time he had gone too far.
Potions had never been his favourite lesson, he had always preferred Transfiguration even if Professor McGonagall wouldn't know a joke if it jumped up and bit her and thanks to Sirius that had actually happened!
'Who needs enemies when you have friends like Sirius Black?' James thought ruefully as he attempted to slice his daisy roots neatly.
He sneaked a sideways glance at the sallow-skinned boy next
to him.
"Did you want something Potter?" Snape asked snidely, James shook his head and turned away, his cheeks burning.
Severus Snape couldn't help but notice the high colour in
James Potter's cheeks and as he took in the redness in his adversary's face he
couldn't ignore the jolt in the his stomach and the stiffening in his
groin.
However, James reaction to his altered appearance was an
interesting one.
Severus shook his head sadly and tried to concentrate on the task in hand and not on thinking about the tousle-haired Quidditch champion sitting next to him, all long, muscular limbs and striking blue eyes. Sighing, Severus picked up his knife and resumed slicing his roots, determined not to think about James Potter for the rest of the lesson despite the fact that he was sitting next to him.
Across the other side of the classroom a pair of chocolate brown eyes had observed the entire interaction and their owner was frowning as he ground his scarab beetles into a fine powder.
"What's wrong Sirius?" Remus rich, gentle voice cut into his thoughts and Sirius turned to face Remus, his face stony.
"Snape, that's what. Look at him, he obviously has a thing for Jamie, he's even bothered to wash his hair for a change, probably trying to impress him."
"So?" Remus looked at Sirius. "I don't understand why it bothers you so much?"
"It doesn't bother me, I just don't like the thought of a slimy Slytherin like Snape fawning over Jamie." Sirius scowled and resumed grinding with renewed vigour.
"Oh right." Remus said doubtfully, he took in Sirius' annoyed expression together with his relentless pounding of his already well ground beetles; it was as if he were imagining the beetles were the face of a certain member of Slytherin house.
"Do you have a thing for James?" Remus asked Sirius. Sirius looked up sharply.
"What makes you say that? You know how I feel about you. I just care about James, I don't want to see him pestered by slippery Snape that's all."
"Oh I see, so if was Peter you'd be just as concerned would you?" Remus raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"Yes of course." Sirius snapped and turning away from Remus' gaze he continued to prepare his ingredients.
Remus sighed, it wasn't that he didn't trust Sirius, he just
knew him well enough to know when he was lying.
The bell rang signalling the end of the lesson.
James hesitated at his desk until he felt Sirius' hand clap him on the shoulder.
"Coming Jamie?" James nodded and picked up his bag.
Severus Snape picked up his own bag and watched James Potter's retreating back before following him out of the room and to the Great Hall, his eyes focussed on the other boy, eyes that the burned with desire and hatred.
