Hello, fellow fan-fictioners (is that a word?). This little doodling here is my first ever one-shot story. It was the result of procrastination on doing college assignment, the desire to write about these two people, and a memory of the scene I watched in HIMYM - one of my favorite comedy series. Wow, who could have guess inspiration that came from a comedy could spawn something this angsty? By the way, do you know which scene or which episode in HIMYM I referred to?

This is also somewhat a character study for me. I confess at first I sided with Snape. I thought Lily was so harsh. She never forgive him? He was humiliated in front of many students, in front of her. And the end, he was forced to receive pity. Now, I am the kind of person who can't deal with pity easily - neither was Snape, I guess. And we latched into angry responds. It's unwise, but sometimes you can't help it. So I somewhat understand why Snape 'slipped' the M-word out.

But then, when I pondered it again, I thought about Lily's humiliation. She was called the worst word by someone she was closed to. Someone she trusted. Her best friend, for Merlin's sake. Well, it said that someone you love always someone who could hurt you the most. I thought this was the case here. So, without further ado, enjoy! And feel free to criticize, even flaming (not encouraged, though).

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own HIMYM. (Some lines in here were taken directly from HP#7, The Prince's Tale chapter).


Beyond the Line

"I know what you've been doing with those friend of yours. It's... it's bad. No matter what you say, it's still bad in my eyes. But I always thought you... you have a line where you don't cross. And I- I thought that line was me."

She stopped. Her breaths came out fast as though she was running. She stared at the floor. She felt so... empty. So lost. She never had a broken heart before, so she didn't know what it felt like. But right now, if the aching pain in her chest was not that, she didn't know what to call it, then.

Silence descended upon them. And in the silence, her gaze - that still fixed on the floor - hardened. She knew she couldn't do this in half way. She had to be strong. The pain in her heart... he was the one who caused it.

She let the anger consumed her. Yes, she was ready.

But when his voice came, she almost crumpled.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not interested," she replied quickly, relieved that her voice sounded strong.

"I'm sorry."

Her reply came out in a rush, "save your breath. I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here."

"I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just - "

At that damn word, she felt her anger raised again, and she gladly channeled it, "slipped out?" She flipped. "It's too late. I've made excuse for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends - you see, you don't even deny it!" She raised her head and looked fiercely at his black eyes. He really didn't deny it.

She felt like she was going to sick. Pain ached and anger shook violently inside her. Did he know? Did he know what sort of misery he had brought upon her?

Her voice was icy when she continued, "you don't even deny that's what you're all aiming to be! You can't wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?"

He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking.

She felt her heart lurched. This was it.

"I can't pretend anymore. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine."

They stared at each other. Shortly. She watched as the meaning of her words slowly sunk in. Watched as panic and despair began to show so earnestly in his expression.

She turned around.