A Magical mystery
"Sev, you're trembling," whispered Lily, her graceful fingers twirling around Severus' ebony locks as she examined the flush of the cheeks of one whose skin was usually so sallow from lack of light. She leaned contentedly into his side as they lay juxtaposed on the grass, smiling at the sight of her breathless lover.
Severus couldn't speak. His whole life, he had felt slighted, beaten, doomed, and unfairly chosen for every single thing that could go wrong in a life, but now, now he realized that he had only been unaware of what it really could be. Life was what flushed through his cheeks after the most beautiful, intimate moment he had ever experienced with anyone in the fifteen years he had been alive. It had caused him and Lily to subside in a moment of forgetfulness, forgetting what people thought of them when they walked the halls of Hogwarts together, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. They had turned it into a moment both could never forget.
"We have to go," said Lily as she dressed in a slow, deliberate manner, "Someone might see us here."
"They might as well. People should know that we'reā¦together now. Especially that foul Potter," smiled Snape ruggedly, feeling like quite the man for once.
"Oh, give it a rest, will you? I'm too happy to hear that name. Come on, we're going to be late for Potions, and I know you wouldn't like to miss that would you?"
Oh yes, Potter would give up magic to be in his, Severus's, shoes right now.
