Snape's POV:
My speed quickened as I felt the tightening of my chest, the muscles in my cheeks squeezing as my jaw clenched tightly. My face felt as though it were on fire. I needed to hold my composure just a little longer, "almost there" I repeated in my mind. No one can see me like this, least of all Potter. My chamber door was in sight, only there, only alone could I allow myself to show emotion.
"Professor Snape!" a familiar voice called after me.
I halted to an immediate stop. My eyes closed as the voice sent knots through my stomach. I willed myself to ignore it, carry on walking, "move!" my mind screamed to itself. But my body was unable to do so.
Harry Potter was my weakness. I despised the boy. His arrogance, his uncanny resemblance to James, yet I was completely enslaved. My entire being urged to move. I needed to be alone, now. I couldn't face Potter in this state. I paused for only seconds but it felt hours. The thoughts rushing through my head, Lily pumping through my veins.
I mustered all my energy to reply "Not now Potter" in a sinister tone.
Suddenly the murmurs of passing students returned to my ears and my focus returned to reality. Without looking back I hurried to my solitude.
Reaching for the door I felt my legs give way. I stumbled through the archway into the dimly lit room. Slamming the door in a rushed frenzy for silence. This wasn't the first time this had happened. I'd controlled it for so long, but Harry being at Hogwarts made it impossible for me to think of anything else. My longing for Lily was to much. I collapsed against the door, loosening the robes from my neck. My palms were clammy, my frail frame shaking. What would happen if they ever knew?
I felt so pityful. I hated how weak I was, the infuriation I felt at myself. If only I had done something differently, if only I had done more. I resented the cold bitter man I had become.
I couldn't stand the way Harry looked at me with such hate filled eyes. Those eyes which held so much of Lily, tainted with such an ugly expression. I clenched at my heart as it flooded with a dull ache. I removed the photo of Lily I kept inside my robe pocket, not that I needed a photo to picture her perfectly sculpted features.
I swallowed hard and tried to steady my breathing. I thought the pain would have eased after so long, but the emptiness inside of me only grows stronger.
The memory of her gentle eyes, filled with compassion brought tears to my own. I felt my lip quiver. No. I wasn't going to surrender to this infatuating desire again. My nose stung as I clenched my teeth and swallowed hard, choking on the ball gathered in my throat.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back against the cold wooden door behind me. The cold sensation sent a chill down my body. The hairs on my neck raised. A gentle breeze brushed past my cheek, I allowed myself to imagine Lily's hand tenderly touching me. I nuzzled my lips into her palm and laid a gentle kiss on her delicate skin. I smirked a soft smile as I felt at ease.. Opening my eyes I faced the truth of my own hand upon my face, not Lily's.
Harry's POV:
Late for lesson again, great. A more forgivable crime if it wasn't potions class. Like I needed to give Snape another reason to resent me. Always glaring with his narrow eyes.
I hurried in to my seat and took out my book hoping to go un noticed.
"Mr Potter how nice of you to join us" came that spiteful voice.
"Sorry professor" I apologized to keep peace. Not meaning it in the slightest.
Snape continued his lecture, making as many digs towards me as he could possibly manage. Twisted fool. I heard a clatter of my class mates picking up their quills and dabbing them in ink. Caught up in my thoughts I didn't join them, instead I held my gaze on Snape as he took a seat at his desk.
He took a small rectangular piece of paper from his pocket and stared at it for some time. Puzzled I tried to figure out what it was. No doubt some dark conspiracy.
He glanced up and our eyes locked, immediately I looked away and picked up my quill. Last thing I needed was more punishment from Snape. Now wasn't the time for confrontations. I decided after class I would speak to him, see if I could pick up anything interesting from his actions.
Still curious I kept watching him from the corner of my eye. Was he reading something? His expression remain fixated and firm.
Lesson ended, he tucked the object away in his pocket and walked out of the class in a hurry. Determined to solve the matter I decided to follow him. Quickly gathered my books and made haste in his direction. Where ever he was going it was rushed. No doubly important.
He almost walked straight into a small first year girl without even stopping. It was so loud and busy in the corridors between class changes. Snape was heading towards a door I knew I couldn't follow him into.
If he disappeared into that room the chance would be lost and I may never have known what he was up to.
In a last minute attempt I shouted to him only a few steps behind "Professor Snape".
He acknowledged me and stopped but did not turn to me. I stood waiting for a responce, being knocked by passing students as they seemed to make a path around him.
Eventually he answered with a abrupt "Not now Potter" and rudely ignored me as he carried on to his destination.
Id no other choice but to find Hermione and Ron in the Gryffindor common room to tell them of his shifty behavior.
Snape was certainly not to be trusted.