"Severus, wait!"
Snape turned to face the shout.
"Severus, please. Why can't we – "
"Because I am a Slytherin and you are a Gryffindor."
"Like that's ever mattered before."
"Before, the benefits outweighed that fact. That is no longer the case."
"Benefits!" The other snorted. "That's all?"
"Yes. Now if you'll excuse me…"
"I will bloody well not excuse you, you liar! I know there has always been more to us
than benefits."
Snape took a breath to reply and found himself pressed against the door in a passionate
kiss. Responding with equal vigour until he shoved away.
"Dammit! This has to stop!"
"But Severus, I… I love you."
Snape stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
***
One Year Later
Snape was horrified by what he saw. That wretched Black had tricked him into this –
how could he have been such a fool? And now he was going to die for his stupidity.
Suddenly he felt a pair of strong arms around him, urging him to get up, move, get out of
there. He looked up.
"Potter!"
James flashed him a rakish smile, and shoved him back through the cave, changing into a
stag and charging the oncoming werewolf. Snape could only think as he ran,
"Even after what I did, he saved me."
Snape had killed him. He had only turned in half the prophecy – just as Dumbledore had
asked – and he'd still killed him. His one time lover.
"James…"