Note: Yeah, old JK lost all the rights to Harry Potter to me last night in a game of strip poker, so there is no need for a disclaimer!
Anyway, I wrote this first chapter after a –cough- interesting Saturday night, so when I read it back a few days later, I was like "OMG WTF IS THIS?!?!?!?!" haha. But I decided to publish it anyway… just for poops and giggles.
Okay, I lied about the poker thing. ._.
Chapter One – Eden
Light shone between the gaps in the branches of the old oak trees that sheltered them from the heat of the blazing, midday sun. It was one of those days that was so sweltering hot that you could physically see the heat rise off of the ground and pirouette up the trunks of the old, gnarled oaks and higher still, until it was able to tickle the clouds. The clouds where absent today, the sun stood alone in the azure sky, crystal clear and shining like a new penny. The birds were singing to the tune of Edvard Grieg's 'Morning'.
The jet haired boy was lying down on the ground staring up at the beautiful scene above him; his discarded T-shirt was wrapped around his balled fist. But, what he was viewing was a whole different sort of beauty.
He had always thought the background was somewhat like the biblical Garden of Eden, or Paradise as it is often referred to as. However, the events the boy was at that time viewing were less than Godly.
He was watching the cute girl bounce on his penis like some sort of deranged Tigger.
"Oh! O-o-oh!"
The birds briskly stopped chirping the Morning Symphony.
The girl's long red hair was completely drenched and her almond shaped eyes were closed in a blissful expression mirrored by the smile playing on her heart shaped lips. She swung her head round and round, her scarlet locks flying around wildly, the moisture dripping off onto the boy. He didn't seem to mind, considering that his was mind (and hands) was on other things. His own eyes, contrary to the girl's ones, where wide open and had rolled back into the back of his head in pleasure so he wore a grotesque sort of sex mask.
After what seemed like hours – or was it seconds? The jet haired boy seemed to have lost all concept of time during the proceedings - Lily Evans lifted herself off the boy, curled up and fell into a deep slumber without even uttering a word.
The boy watched her sleep, untangled his large hand from his crumpled (and very sweaty) T-shirt and placed Lily's much smaller within it. He watched as little beads of sweat dripped down every curve and into every crevice of her perfect little body. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards, he thought she was very pretty.
The boy wiped the trickle of sweat from his own face using his free hand and traced the contours of his lips with his long finger, lips that Lily's own had been on not ten minutes previously. He looked back up to the leaf-covered sky and tried to look up to the heavens.
"Please, don't ever let me forget this moment" came the whispered prayer of Severus Snape as he too closed his eyes and succumbed to sleep.