A/N: Hey everyone, I'm sorry to say that Resume had gotten removed because I hand't realized that I wasn't allowed to curse in my summary. I'll be reposting this story, so for all of you that have already read this, sorry charlies, but I will say that you might want to reread it because this had given me the chance to rewrite and reword some parts and chucks might be totally different. I've grown so much since starting Resume, so I'm taking this opportunity to make this an even better story than it was originally. And for those of you new to Resume, welcome. It's AU, get used to it. ;]

The light breeze was most welcomed as it tousled her curls, they swayed and danced down her back, tickling her cheeks and then brushing them off her shoulders. Her hair had become something of wonder with the heat lately, her normally curly-wavy hair had become unruly and unmanageable with the humidity brought on by this summer's head wave, but she tried not to think about it too much, tried not to get self conscious about her normally beautiful hair becoming wild wonder over night. The sun scorched down on her pale skin, the freckles on her nose and cheekbones, even her shoulders, becoming more prominent as the summer waged on. The airy summer dress she wore helped considerably, but as she knew quite well, there was just so escaping the London summer sun.

She couldn't help the sighed that escaped her as she saw the old swing set come into view, she readjusted the satchel on her shoulder before pausing for a moment to stare at the swings, those old, slightly rusted swings. So many memories rushed in, so many feelings, it was hard for them not to. She walked past the set and headed into the forrest, not long after she came to a clearing where a somber looking boy sat.

She watched him for a moment, just watched him before he realized she was there. He looked tired, worn almost, with his downcast eyes and haunched shoulders. True, he had always looked like that, but there was just something about him now, something that gave off that exhausted energy that made her just want to hug him.

But, she wouldn't.

Not anymore.

He looked up, startled by her presence and for a moment she saw a flash of the nine year old boy she used to know in those dark eyes of his. But, the flash was gone as soon as it came and he hardened himself back up to the Severus she now knew of, but didn't truly know. For some reason, it saddened her.

"What?" She asked.

He stood from the boulder he had been sitting on and leisurely took a couple steps towards the red head, shoulders set, jaw clenched. "Nothing. I just assumed you wouldn't come." His Slytherin defenses were going up, the ones he had created years ago to escape the abuse inside his home and then honed to perfection at school. It annoyed the shit out of her.

"Well I'm not about to let nine years of tradition go to waste. Afterall, generally when you make promises you're suppose to keep them."

The anger that flashed through her bright eyes was unmistakable, he sneered down at her, understanding completely what she had been implying. As he stood over her, she wondered vaguely when he gotten so tall, so menacing. With a slight roll of his eyes Severus turned away from her and sat back down on the large rock he had been occupying earlier.

He looked her over, he didn't intend to because it always seemed to make things harder, but it was Lily, and he couldn't help himself. Her sundress flared down to a little lower than mid thigh, showing off her sinfully long legs, the straps of her dress were thick and the neck line modest. Yet, as always, the swell of her breast could be seen, whether on purpose or not was yet to be determined. Although the dress did wonders for his hormonal teenage mind, it did nothing for her poor alabaster skin, the freckles on her collarbone were clearly visible from being in the sun. Oh, how many nights he'd imagined tasting every one of them...

"So, do you want it or not?"

He blinked out of his lust filled reverie, "Pardon?"

Lily sighed, "Do you want your birthday present or not?"

Her tone came out a tad harsher than intended, but he was always staring off into space. Even when they had been best friends she would talk and sometimes it was like he would see right through her, not even listening, just taking in whatever he had been thinking about.

As subtly as she could, she looked at him. A year and a half had definitely done him good, she realized then that she couldn't even remember the last time that she had actually looked at him. He had to have added a few more inches to his already tall frame, it inevitable made him appear even more lanky, but she could tell if she looked hard enough that he had gained some muscle, how was another story altogether, one she knew that she wouldn't get the answer to. His dark hair was a bit longer and fell around him in inky black strands, just as they always had, and his face was more defined now. But his eyes, no matter how guarded, just looked so tired and worn; eyes that a man beyond his seventeen years should have. But, those were the thoughts, and cares, and worries of a best friend and she no longer had to deal with those anymore. She couldn't help the slight pang in her chest at the thought.

Severus looked almost confused for a moment, why on Earth would she have gotten him a birthday present when she hadn't said as much as two words to him in a little over a year? Of course he had gotten her something on her birthday, he loved her after all.

No.

He mentally berated himself, loved, as in past tense. How could he love someone who hated him so? He had no idea what to say, he wanted to be nice, speak gently, eyes yearning like he used to speak to her, only to her. Lily was the exception to all his rules he had ever made for himself, broke every standard he promised he would keep, but he wasn't going to think of that now, he couldn't. He hardened himself back up, using every ounce of the Slytherin power he gained over the last six years, God knew he'd needed it against her. With her wide eyes and her plush lips...

He cleared out his throat.

"Look, I got you this a long while ago, but I wanted to save it till you came of age." She put her satchel down on the grass and leaned down to retrieve whatever it was.

"I don't want your pity Evans." He wasn't quite sure why he was so angry, all he knew was that she was bothering him, all this irked him to his core, and he had no idea why.

"Its not pity, its a genuine gift. Trust me, your not worth my pity, or anything else of mine for that matter."

He stood and folded his arms over his chest, "Oh, come off your high horse Evans and stop being such a stuck up bitch."

She lifted her head from where it had been gazing down into her bag, "I'm a stuck up bitch?" Her voice rose. "Oh, that's just rich coming from the boy who follows around a Malfoy all day."

"Well, it's better than following around Potter!"

"Don't even bring James into this." She growled out, her bright eyes narrowing.

"Oh, I see. So it's okay for you to talk shit about my friends, but I can't say anything about your precious James?"

"I don't recall bringing Airabella into this did I? And you know damn well that James is ten times the man Malfoy will ever be."

Severus gave an open laugh, cold and sarcastic. "So Lily, when James fucked you did you happen to hit your head and lose your long term memory? 'Cause if I do recall correctly, a good majority of those bruises weren't just from my Father."

Lily turned her head away from his yelling face, "This was a stupid idea, I shouldn't have come." She turned as if to leave and he stalked over towards her, she stopped dead in her tracks at his next words.

"That's right Lily, run away, run away from all your problems. Go on, run to your perfect home, to your perfect family. See, that's your real problem, you're so naive. You love to save people but you don't have the bullocks to face the problems they come with."

Lily turned around slowly and looked up at him, he was red in the face, his chest heaving. "Severus," She said his name so gently. "Go home."

He grabbed her upper arm with just slightly too much force, "Why?"

She sighed, "Because you're no longer my problem and I don't have the energy to deal with this anymore." She turned to leave once again, but he just gripped her arm tighter.

"So your saying that I was a problem?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."

She knew he was dangerously close to losing it, and a fury-driven Sev was never a good thing, but she just couldn't help it. He was being ridiculous, and it made her want to yell at him. Severus was a God at controlling his emotions, but around her it seemed all of his control flew out the window, and all his reason with it.

"You know what, Lucius was right. All mudbloods are the same; stuck up and stupid."

"And you wonder why were not friends anymore." She threw his hand off her arm, almost like it burnt her, "Malfoy is an ignorant bigot who wouldn't know real class if it bit him one the ass, and you..." She paused, "Severus, why don't you just go home?" she snorted. "If you could even call it that." She could see his fists clenching and his jaw tighten. "Go on, run home, to the parents that hate you almost as much as they hate eachother."

Lily felt faint pain in her cheek as she stumbled backwards to the ground. She raised a hand to her bruised cheekbone as she looked up at him through thick lashes, she could see those dark eyes glaze over in a watery daze. She had crossed a line, they both knew it.

"Shut up!"

She stood up, stepping toward him. "Sev..."

"Shut up! Just, shut up!"

Severus knelt down to where she was planted on the ground, pushing her back against the earth. Lily felt fear from the initial slap, but now she felt sorrow for what she had caused. He kept her pinned there with his hands against her shoulders, his thumbs grazing her collarbone accidentally, which caused goosebumps to erupt over her skin. This, of course, went unnoticed by Severus, who when in this state was oblivious to everything but his own anger.

"What gives you the right Lily? Huh? What gives you the right?" His voice sounded raw, full of emotion, pain and rage.

"Severus Tobias Snape. Let. Me. Go." She pronounced every word as though he was a small child. He gripped her shoulders a little tighter, his eyes held so much anger and pain behind the mask he liked to think she didn't know about.

"Give me one good reason why I should."

Lily knew she had to catch him off guard, do something he wouldn't expect, before this situation got worse. He was in a fit, and against most reasonable comprehension at the moment. She knew in her heart that her Sev would never hurt her, but this wasn't her Severus anymore. It didn't help that she had only seen him get like this twice before: Once, when his father had beat him up real good, then locked him out. And the day he had called her a Mudblood in front of everyone. Two not so pleasant times.

So, without really thinking it through, she tangled on hand in his long hair, and placed the other on his cheek, and pressed her soft lips to his. Lily felt him stiffen for a moment then relax before he started responding to the kiss, she licked at his lower lip, hoping that this would coax his mouth open, it had.

He felt as though his mouth was burning. This of course was not their first kiss, no, their first kiss had been awkward and lasted about three seconds when they were eleven. This wasn't his first kiss either, he had shared many a kiss with his girlfriend Airabella, and he was sure she had kissed Potter. But this, this was the kiss he had yearned for since he was nine, he felt all the blood pumping in his veins rushing to the spot below his belt buckle. Never had he shared a kiss that was so...intense.

Lily felt as though every nerve ending in her body had short circuited, electricity ran throughout her body. She was enjoying this way to much. The way his long hair felt wounded through her fingers, the way his soft mouth moved against hers, the way his broad chest felt against her small hands...

Then realization hit her like a fright train.

She was snogging Severus Snape, her eyes blinked open as she pushed him off her. Being caught off guard, he fell to the ground with a thud and he watched Lily's pale eyes widened as she placed a hand over her bruised lips. She stood and he looked up at her from where he sat splayed on the ground, he was sure that in this moment, some universal irony was at play, but Lily could see something shinning in his eyes, something she was sure she'd seen before.

"What," His breathing was still labored slightly and he never tore his gaze from her own. "Afraid that Potter will find out you kissed the Snivellus Snape?"

The hand on her lips dropped away, she shook her head, trying to keep her tears at bay. He watched as she turned from him to storm away, a stab in his chest sent him reeling and he was mad at her that he couldn't stop the ache. She stopped short, turning slowly to glance at him from over her shoulder. "What happened to you?"

"I grew up."

She let out a sigh and shook her head sadly, "No, you just grew bitter." She turned back around and kept walking without another word.

He sighed and looked around the clearing, "Shit." He stood and wiped the dirt off his pants, it wasn't until then that he noticed the green satchel. He picked it up and made his way home, contemplating what to do with her bag and keeping his mind away from what had just transpired.

Severus walked inside the old house and shut the door behind him, he didn't bother locking it, it was too early for his Father to be home from the bar. He made his way into the livingroom, his little brother Levi lying on the worn couch, listening to the wireless. He sat up and looked at Severus as he strut into the room.

"Hey Sev, I didn't even know you left." He readjusted his glasses. "Where did you go?"

Severus stopped by the stairs, turning to face his younger brother, Levidicous couldn't have been more different from him if he tried. Levi, as he liked to be called, wasn't as tall as Sev, but just as thin. His hair was a lighter shade of brown, matching their Father's, and was cut at odd angles ultimiatly giving him a permenant bedhead. His glasses weren't rounded or wire rimmed like Potter's, but they covered his hazel eyes nontheless.

Severus glanced down at the worn carpet on the stairs, "Out."

Levi looked at him strangely. "Where?"

Severus sighed in frustration, only wanted to go be alone and raid Lily's bag. "Does it matter?"

Levi looked away from his brother's angry eyes, "No." Severus turned once again to go up the stairs when Levi decided to talk, once again. "Gram flooed today."

He was at the base of the stairs, not bothering to face his younger brother, "And?"

"And, she wants us to visit before the school term starts."

He sighed and ran his free hand through his long hair. "I dunno Lev, you know how Gram's been sick and you know how Tobias has been lately. I don't want to leave Mum alone with him like that."

Levi's face fell, his arms opened wide at his sides. "We leave her alone all year when were at school!"

"Exactly."

"But Sev, come on! I miss Gram and she misses us! Besides you and I both know shes going to die soon, and I for one, would like to see her before that happens."

"I'll think about it."

"But Sev - "

"Tobias!" Levi's mouth fell shut, his eyes wide at his brother's rage. "I said, I'll think about it."

Levi didn't say anything more, he knew Severus must be super upset or extremely pissed about something to use his first name like that. Ever since he was born he had hated his name, Tobias Levidicous Snape. He couldn't really ever recall Sev calling him Tobias, unless he was for real pissed. He has always called him by his middle name, as did everyone else. Anyone they were friends with, who knew their situation, knew how much they despised their father, if one could really call him that. People had seen the cuts, the bruises, they knew the truth but no one would ever say a word. Severus had gotten good at hiding them, which was a hard feat to accomplish, seeing as he took most of the blows for him and their Mother. But, this was Severus' last year, he was of age, after his year they all knew Tobias was going to kick him out. And Levi knew that it would be his turn to protect their Mother, he tried not to think about those things though, he was still young, only fourteen.

Severus watched his brother's eyes glaze over in thought, he stalked up the stairs and went straight to his room. He placed the satchel down on his bed and sat down at his desk chair, staring at it. He wasn't exactly sure what he was suppose to do, he had wanted to just rip the bag open and let the contents spill where they may. Now, once he had the chance to do so, he wasn't so sure if that was the best plan of action. His fingers were itching to go through whatever was in that bag, what did she have in there? Then he remembered the reason for their meeting, his birthday present was in there.

He stood, inching toward the bed, he had a purpose to go through her things, he needed to get his present out. Or, atleast, thats what he kept telling himself. He stopped at the edge of his bed, picking up the bag he unlatched the front and tipped it upside down. Things came tumbling down on his bedspread and he gave the bag a final shake before putting it aside. He sat down on the head of his bed, against the headboard and started sorting out the contents of her bag. He found Lily's makeup, which only consisted of mascara and a tube of red lipstick, a couple of pens, a pencil, some letters from friends, a bracelet that he had made for her when they were thriteen. He picked it up and studied it, it was made from hemp, little multicolored stones they had found in the river woven into it. The ends were frayed from years of use, almost breaking, the stones scuffed from Lily banging it against stuff. He placed it aside for now and kept going, he found a chocolate frog, a box of assorted gummy candies, a red box with a silver ribbon on it, and a small book of poems that he had also given her for her birthday one year. He opened the book and turned to fifty-seven, the dried out lily he had placed in there still sat on the page.

He picked up the decayed flower and held it to his nose for a moment, the fragrence was still there, faint but he could still smell it. He placed the flower back into the book, running his long fingers over the words of one of her favorite poem. He read it to himself, Resume;

Razors pain you,

Rivers are damp;

Acids stain you,

and drugs cause cramp;

Guns aren't lawful,

Nooses give;

Gas smells awful,

You might as well live.

He shut the book, placing it on the pile to the side of him and picked up the only remaining item; the small red box with a silver ribbon. He pulled the ribbon out of the bow, letting it fall off the box and onto his lap, he then pulled the top off and looked inside. Laying nestled in the tissue paper was a ring, a simple silver ring. It almost looked like a wedding band, he picked it up out of the box and brought it closer to his eyes. Etched in the silver was a green serpent that went around band, its head stopped before meeting its tail, the mouth open like it was attempting to eat it, but in the space between the head and the tail was S.S. carved in black. He rang his fingers over the indentations of the snake and the letters, a thoughtful look came into his eyes.

He held it flat on his hand and noticed an inscription on the inside; "Tis true it is that we have seen better days and there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so." To HBP Love your best friend L.E.

He closed his fist around the ring and bowed his head, God, how he missed her. None of this was right, she was his only friend for years, no one liked him, not even the kids in his own house. Then he accidentally called her something horrid in a fit of rage, making her stop talking to him, and now he had a girlfriend, a group of friends, albeit Slytherin friends, and scores high enough to make him Head Boy for the up coming year. How was that logical? He had to lose the most important thing to him, to gain what he had always wanted.

He slipped the ring onto the ring finger of his right hand, he knew it was charmed to fit on any finger he wanted. He started placing all of Lily's belongings back in her bag, one by one he dropped them in there, deciding at the last minute to keep the poem book out. He placed the satchel on the floor next to his bed and pulled off his t-shirt to get comfortable. It was uncommonly hot because of the heat wave and being their family, they didn't have an air conditioner. Times like these him and Lily would go down to the river to cool off, to lay beneath the weeping trees in an attempt to evade the sun. They would race each other to the little island in near the center of the lake, sitting there for hours as they dove in and collected rocks from the bottom.

Laying down on his bed, he picked up the small book and begun to read the poems he hadn't heard in the longest time.

A/N: Please review! It really does help, and with the tragedy that was having my story actually removed from the site, losing everthing it had gained, well, it would certainly make me feel better. I love all of you!