A/N: I write the chapters from Snape's point of view. My best friend, cheyjeevas, writes the chapters from Lily's point of view. The end.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will ever own any Harry Potter characters. Although Draco Malfoy does 'belong to me' between my and my friends. ;)

I tightly gripped the sleek brown Potions book in my hands. I could barely make out my small, cramped handwriting. My handwriting was never great, but it had never been that bad. I remember the exact person who was on my mind; Lily Evans. When wasn't she on my mind? Come to think of it, she usually was the only person ever on my mind. I never typically had other things to think about, aside from the Marauders taunting me, which wasn't something I'd please to be on my mind.

Speak of the devil, she was walking towards me right now. I clutched onto the Potions book, as if my life depended on it. My knuckles turned bone white, paler than they already were. I didn't look up. I couldn't look up.

Snivellous you're such a coward! I could almost hear James Potter yell at me. I could picture myself carefully ignoring him, not letting his words get to me. I could hear him pressuring me, until I finally lost it. I could see myself, pulling out my wand. I could see him looking at Sirius Black, laughing. What are you gonna do, Snivellous? I could see myself, my hand shaking, pointing my wand at him, shouting, Sectumsempra! But that wasn't me. I didn't have enough nerve to... Walk near Potter. Let alone use said spell on him.

"Severus?"

Before she could ask, I gestured beside me, where she always sat. This was sort of like our tree. I sighed as she stared over at the Marauders, who were laughing as they threatened a couple of first years, who looked on the verge of tears.

"I hate them," she whispered. I had never heard the word 'hate' come out of Lily Evan's small red lips. Lily Evans was kind. Lily Evans didn't hate anyone, not even the Marauders. Something was changing...

"Those are strong words, Evans." I muttered.

I looked over at her. Her eyes were still on them. I set my Potions book aside, and simply watched her. It was hard to see her green eyes full of such hatred. She shrugged.

"You use 'those words' all the time, Severus." she snapped.

Touche.

"I know, but I --" I started.

"Have a reason?" she interrupted. "Please, Severus. You think I don't? I don't usually hate people for no reason whatsoever, do I?"

"You don't usually hate people." I snarled. "But, Evans --"

"Exactly, Severus." she hissed. "So what makes you think I would start hating people with no reason? They're bullies, Severus. Yet everyone simply adores them. I don't understand."

I laughed hollowly and humorlessly. "Do you really need an explanation, Evans? They're good looking. They're funny. They're easy to get along with. They're everything everyone wants to be."

She stared at me blankly, opening her mouth to argue, but she didn't say anything. I grabbed my Potions book, and ran off to the Slytherin common rooms.