Take it easy on me! This is my first fic! Please review and tell me what you think. : )
Disclaimer: I don't own Lily, James, Sirius, Remus, Pettigrew, nor Snape. You should have already known that.
Imagine that you are in love with the most wonderful, intelligent, beautiful woman in the world. You love the way she laughs after you tell the corniest jokes. You love the way she naturally raises her eyebrows in a bemused expression. You love the way her nose crinkles up when an amusing subject is brought up. You love the way strands of her auburn hair fall carelessly past her eyes, brushing the tips of her long lashes. And you love the way she grins coyly- yet a bit slyly too- when you reach over and carefully brush them away, tucking them behind her ears.
Except you're not the one brushing her hair off her face. You're not the one she smiles at. You're not the one she crinkles her nose at. She doesn't laugh at your jokes. She laughs at his. He's the one who receives her beautiful smiles - the kind that many boys at Hogwarts would do anything to receive. He's the one smoothens and caresses her hair. Lily's wonderful hair.
Yes, that's right. I admit it. I, Severus Snape, am head-over-heals, madly in love with Lily Evans, the angel from heaven, the apple of everyone's eyes, the Hogwarts beauty queen, the most popular, most talented- well, you get the idea. I love her from her fiesty, stubborn spirit to the very last freckle on her face.
Why? Why him? He doesn't deserve her. Damn that James Potter.
I looked down to the Quidditch Field where Lily, Potter, and his idiotic friends are walking now. I sneered at Black, Pettigrew, and Lupin. They all think they're so smart and special playing pranks and jokes on everyone- most of all me! Black, with his homocidal nature, trying to get me killed.... Pettigrew, the little coward. I'm amazed at how he made it to Gryffindor. And Lupin, the freak of nature. What does Lily see in them?
I clenched my fist. Relax. Clench. Relax. Clench. Relax.
I remember the first time I met Lily. It was in our first year, our first Potions class. Our professor paired us together, bless him. She was the only Gryffindor I knew who never made fun of me or completely hated me. She wasn't my friend, but she treated me with respect and kindness and I loved her for it. I marveled at how she scoffed at her friends who asks her how she can stand my company.
Clench. Then I remembered my friends asking how I can stand a "Mudblood's" company. I shuddered. For a while, I thought the same. I agreed filthy little muggle-borns shouldn't come to this school. How could they prove to be better than us purebloods?! But Lily was an exception.
Relax. Lily. Somehow, someway, she found a way through my ice-cold heart so full of hate and sorrow. With a past like mine, it's hard not to get ruthless. Lily was the sunshine through the dreary storm in my life. Though I would never care for the things she cares for or make friends with her own, I would always care for her.
Clench. I shudder as I see Potter caressing Lily's fiery hair and cheeks- tinged pink from the cold. His arm was sneaking its way to her waist pulling her closer. Dammit, dammit, dammit!! I turned away when he started to kiss Lily. I could hear that idiot Black laughing and cat-calling at them. I close my eyes, trying to erase that bitter memory from my mind. Instead, hatred and loathing replaced it. Potter. He has to have everything, doesn't he? Quidditch Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, the title of the best Seeker Hogwarts has seen in a while, and Headboy. Potter. He leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. And my heart. Potter will pay. How dare he steal my Lily! My Lily!