Lily groaned with pleasure as she was held against the wall tightly. His arms locked her wrists, preventing her from moving, and he leaned forward, kissing passionately against her neck. She could feel his soft lips contact her skin; she could feel his heart beating against hers; she could feel the sweat trickling down his face. Lily gazed up at the ceiling helplessly, sighing.
Severus Snape withdrew from her neck, releasing her for a moment. She then surged forward, threw her arms up around his shoulders, and seized him again in a fierce kiss. Her tongue reached into his mouth, delighting him, nourishing him. Snape instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her toward him as closely as he could, her breasts pushing against him.
"You're a cruel bastard," she whispered as her lips moved. "You're a pathetic, cruel bastard."
"You apparently don't care that I am, though," Snape replied with a smirk. He had disconnected his arms and lips from her and was now staring at her with a most amused expression.
"No, I don't," she said, dragging a hand through her messy hair. She looked shocked, as though she couldn't register what had just happened.
"You can't deny that you enjoyed it," Snape murmured admonishingly.
Lily gazed at him, horror visible in her eyes, her mouth open with terror. She placed her hand against her heart as the waves of realization swept over. What em had /em she done?
She surged out of the dungeon, her eyes filling with tears. She swept up hastily to her dormitory, where she slammed the door shut and collapsed on her bed, sobbing.
She prayed that James would never find out.
As much as she pretended that she didn't care for him, there was no doubt about it: she was attracted to Severus. There was just something alluring about him that James lacked. And she wanted it more than anything.
That night she dreamt of bare skin and flesh colliding together in unison, of moans resounding from lustful mouths, of Severus Snape.
The next day during Potions Lily took the place at the table farthest from Severus, in the corner opposite the door. James was shocked to find her sitting that far away from everyone, but he, as always, navigated through the desks and sat by her.
"Why are you sitting over here?" he inquired.
She deposited her ingredients and textbook upon the table for replying quietly, "I felt like it."
James watched her curiously, as though trying to determine whether anything was wrong. Lily gazed at him demandingly, and he relinquished: he sat in his chair and arranged his supplies on the table as well.
She couldn't help, once she had finished preparing her cauldron and following the directions on the board, looking at Severus, though; her eyes flicked briefly to the corner where he was sitting. As though his mind had somehow alerted him, he turned around in his seat and winked at her.
Lily could feel her heart exploding, aching to burst from her ribs. She'd never that enthralled before, not once.
The door opened and entered Professor Slughorn. Snape's face quickly rotated away; Lily was left to stare at the ground flickering in the torchlight, wondering to herself what the hell had happened to her and fearing what James would say. He'd probably reject her.
And a defiant part of her was yelling, "So what? So what if James doesn't like it? I don't give a fuck." That voice was tempting, enticing her toward unknown territories that she knew she had to avoid to survive.