Full Summary--Takes place in the Marauder Era, sixth year. Mainly centers around Snape, and yes, it is a Snape/Lily fic, but I'm trying not to make it too…fluffy. There's also an OC, but she won't really be used much until the end, and that's even if I decide to use her much at all. This is my first fanfic in a looong time, and I'm really only writing it so my boyfriend can get an idea of my writing style, so if I don't get a ton of reviews, that's fine. I'd be happy with, like, two. I'm sorry about any OOCness and any typos. Go easy on me, please! Rated for language, maybe for other stuff later.
Disclaimer--I don't own any of these characters, except Kelly, but she isn't in the first chapter, so don't even worry about that yet. JK Rowling owns Harry Potter!
One
Stars burned white hot in the inky blue night sky. The sweet scent of summer approaching wafted through a breeze of warm air as the most unlikely pair sat under a tree that overlooked the lake. The black haired boy and the red haired girl sat in silence, enjoying one another's presence and the sense of completeness that overcame them whenever they were together. He turned his head and looked at her, though she continued to stare out over the lake while sucking on a fresh sugar quill. His black eyes gazed at her emerald ones, hypnotized by their intense and brilliant color. Feeling eyes upon her, the red haired girl turned to come face to face with him. "Is something wrong?" she asked, though the smile on her face revealed that she knew nothing was wrong at all; she knew he was once again just admiring her wonderful eyes. "No, nothing," he responded. The girl looked at him for a moment, then without a word leaned in and kissed him. "Hey!"
The black haired boy's eyes flew open and he realized where he was; class had just ended and he had been ripped from his dreaming. He must have dozed off. He looked up to see the source of the voice, and there stood the red haired girl he'd just been sitting next to moments ago. "Holy Jesus--" he hoped he hadn't been muttering in his sleep. "Your quill fell off the table," she said, placing it in front of him.
"Um…thanks," he said quickly; he didn't dare look her in the eye. Even if she had no idea what had just taken place in his mind, he would surely turn red if he met eyes with her, and that would raise some awkward questions. "No problem," she said with a friendly, nanosecond long smile as she turned and left him sitting at his table alone. He stared at the quill for a moment before his grogginess vanished with the sudden realization that he had another class to get to. "Goddammit, I'll be late for sure," he hissed at himself. He quickly gathered his books and papers and stuffed them hastily into his bag, snatching up his quill as he stood and ran out of the classroom.
Sixteen year old Severus Snape started off walking at a very fast pace down the hall, but then caught a glance at his wristwatch and began to jog. The hall was becoming empty and he looked down at his watch again before breaking into a run. He'd never been late for a class, he wasn't about to start now. However, something suddenly collided with his ribs and knocked him backwards, knocking the wind out of him. Apparently, someone had other plans for him.
"Hello there, Snivellus!" Severus didn't need to even hear his attacker's voice to know who had just mauled him in the hallway. "Where's the fire?" "Piss off, Potter," Severus spat as he stood up, recovering quickly from his assault. "Why are you in such a rush?" asked Sirius Black, James Potter's partner in crime. "Is someone having a sale on axle grease?" James let out a burst of laughter at Sirius's blatant stab at the often greasy appearance of Severus's hair. "Fuck you, both of you," he snapped, looking nervously at his watch. He knew if he made a break for it, they'd hex him. But he couldn't be late…
"Sorry, Snivelly, we don't swing that way," said James in a mock-sympathetic tone. Severus snorted. "From the way you two act, one would think you're married!" "Are you calling us faggots?" snapped Sirius, brandishing his wand threateningly. I do not need this right now, Severus thought. He looked at his watch and let out an exasperated sigh. For the first time in his six years at Hogwarts, he was late. "My friend asked you a question, Snivellus. It would be rude of you not to answer," said James, who also had his wand in hand. "Oh, shut up," said Severus. "You really don't realize how thick you two sound, do you? It's quite sad, really. Well, what else would I have expected from a couple of pansies…" Severus started to walk away casually but James stepped in front of him, aiming his wand at Severus's throat. "You seem to have an obsession with the thought that Sirius and I are fags," said James. "Perhaps it's wishful thinking?" "It all makes sense now!" said Sirius, as if he had just had some grand epiphany. "All these years Ol' Snivelly's been trying to get in our pants!" "Don't flatter yourself! I'd fuck the giant squid before I'd ever think of either of you as being anything more than a lump of shit," said Severus heatedly. "You hear that, James? He'd fuck the giant squid! He's a faggot and he's into bestiality! Wow, Snivellus, I never knew…" Sirius and James broke out laughing. "Alright, that's enough."
Sirius and James stopped laughing but kept on grinning as their friend and prefect Remus Lupin approached the trio. "Okay, you guys know I hate to do this…" "Oh rubbish, Remus, we know you love your job," said James with a smile. "Oh yes, it's the most wonderful thing in the world," said Remus flatly. "But seriously guys, what the hell? Do you want me to report you? Because I will." "Come on, Remus! We're just having some fun!" said Sirius. "Oh, isn't that joyous," he said in that flat tone again. Remus had been acting rather odd lately, but neither James nor Sirius had enough nerve to ask him why; when your friend is a werewolf, you learn that some things are better left unsaid. "Leave Snape alone and go to class." "Hey! How do you know Snivelly didn't start it?" said James defensively. Remus gave him a skeptical look. "I highly doubt that," he said. "Why aren't you in class, Remus?" asked Sirius. "I had to take a first year to the hospital wing. A hex intended for another student went horribly awry and now he has eyes the size of dinner plates," Remus explained.
"Too bad," said James absently. "Well, Sirius and I don't much feel like going to class today," he added. "James…you're going to fail History of Magic, you do realize that, don't you? You've already managed to pull a T--" "Can't get much lower than that, now can I? So why bother? Besides, what do I need that class for, other than if I planned on teaching it myself once I'm out of school. Forget History," said James with a wave of his hand. "I've got a decent grade in there, and I don't think Ol' Binns is going to notice us not being there," said Sirius. Remus looked at Severus. "What the hell do you want?" he snapped. "Why aren't you in class?" "Why don't you ask your boyfriends here?" "What is with you and the gay cracks today?" asked James as he flicked his wand at Severus, causing his tie to catch fire. "You're not going to tell on us, are you, Moony?" asked Sirius, giving him puppy dog eyes. Remus smiled. "Of course I'm not. But you better be careful, I'm sure I'm not the only prefect in the halls right now. I'm the only one who will let you off." "Yeah, yeah, we know. Alright there, Snivelly?" James asked, amused, as the flame on Severus' tie had rapidly spread to the rest of his clothing. "Here, let me help!" said Sirius. "No, I can--" "Aguamenti!" About as much as a gallon of clear water appeared out of nowhere and dropped itself onto Severus, extinguishing the fire and soaking him at the same time. Sirius and James laughed, and Remus couldn't help but smile a bit. "Come on guys, go somewhere so you don't get busted," said Remus, still smiling. "Get to class, Snape, unless you want me to report you," he added. Severus didn't say anything, still pissed about the fact that he was now soaked, and sauntered off.
On his way to class, he thought about drying himself off, but perhaps the fact that he was soaking wet would prove to Professor Binns that he had been assaulted and that's why he was late. Or, as Sirius had said, he wouldn't notice whether or not he even showed up at all. Deciding that that would be the more likely case, he took out his wand and used a nonverbal spell to dry up all the water. Replacing his wand back in his robe pocket, he entered the History of Magic classroom.
A/N-Okay, I know the first chapter wasn't great. Everyone seemed kind of awkward, yes, I know, I'm working on that. If you have any advice on how I can improve, please, tell me! But don't be an ass about it. That's just not nice. Thanks for reading, now please review!