Okay, this was just a random piece from a larger story I wrote a while back. The story never really got finished and its just kinda stuck where it is cause I have no idea where to go with it. So I scrapped it. This, These Last Few Seconds, and Three Little Words all came from the same story, but they can be read as standalone because they are almost completly unrelated, other than the pairing.
Happy reading.
Oh, I don't own. Obviously. Jo owns it all. And the title came from the song by Paramore.
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Point of view: Sirius Black
"What do you want Black?" Severus Snape asks, turning to face me.
"Nothing you greasy git. Mind your own business," I reply, throwing some mandrake root into the cauldron in front of me.
"Then quit staring at me."
"Ew, why would I want to be staring at you? Conceded much?"
He turns away.
"Eww," James says, turning to me. "Does Snivellus think you have some sort of kinky crush on him?"
"I don't know James, let's ask him."
James nods, picking up the mandrake root between us.
"Psst," he says, throwing it at the Slytherin in front of us.
"Oh good job," he says as it lands in his cauldron, the potion in which had gone from a bright orange to a dark purple.
"Eww," James said as the potion starts to bubble over and gets all over Snivellus' shoes.
"Twenty points from Slytherin for being careless," Slughorn said, walking over to help him.
"But sir," Snape said. "They threw it in my cauldron!"
"And twenty points from each of you for not following the proper safety guidelines."
"Ugh!" James complains.
Of course, I had been staring at him…
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Ella
