Brooding
Brooding, he dares to brood over the beautiful boy because soon there will be no reason to brood over him – too soon.
Severus didn't know when it had become like this, or why. All he knew was that it had and it continued to remain this way. Some might have called it a twisted revenge but the man did not care why, he only understood that it had.
So he sat, as he had done for the previous five years, brooding over none other than Harry Potter. Brooding over beautiful man and those perfect green orbs. Just brooding.
A/N I promise I'm not normally so annoyingly repetitive but it seemed fitting. This is a drabble, it was going to be the beginning of my Snarry but I changed my mind so I decided to post it for fun :) Drabble's aren't usually my thing so sorry it's not great.
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Yours Truly
Phinet