Nothing On You

Chapter One

Sev's POV

She has this new thing with appearances, even though she's beautiful just the way she is.

"You have to say that, Sev," She grinned at me from the mirror. "You're my best friend."

Her long, red hair was wavy down her back, her resting on her lap, idlying fingering the row she made with her yellow robe. It wasn't a gaudy yellow though, it was soft, precious even. Like Lily. She gave me a look to go on, I sighed and picked up the straightener from her pile of school books on her vanity. It was immasculating, to say the least, but I had to do it for her. She slammed her thumb in a car door and couldn't do much else for herself.

"I never knew how reliable I was on my poor thumb!"

Her green eyes stood out more with the dark eyeliner, but I still preferred her natural beauty. She didn't need make-up, a straightener, tight clothing (although I can't say I was complaining). Her grip on her schoolwork and smarts seemed to be fading as she became more concerned with her appearance. Not to say she wasn't still smart, she just didn't seem to care as much as she used to.

"I love you for doing this for me, Sev." She beamed as I flattened a piece of her hair, rolling my dark eyes as I did so. "Tuney doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. And mum doesn't know how to work the thing."

"Yeah, yeah, Lils."

So maybe I didn't like doing this girly task, but her hair was so soft, and the scent of strawberries wafted up and tickled my nostriles. Not only was Lily smart and beautiful, she always smelled so good. Too good, like she was trying to impress somone.

And no matter how much I hated to admit it, I knew just who that someone was. No, it wasn't me. So obviously it wasn't me (No matter how much I wished it were). It was him, that jerk that constantly picked on me, bothered me, and used to yank on Lily's braids when she was younger. James Potter, that arrogant, no good, stuck up prat who lived down the block. Lily'd constantly pride in how much she hated him, but she wasn't so heavy on having her hair straighened until Potter complimented her about it.

Well, I hated him with a fiery passion. Him and his gang of goons who thought it just fine to pick on people who wanted absolutly nothing to do with them. Namely myself. They seemed to leave everyone else to do as they pleased, but not me of course. Not poor Severus. Constantly, they tormented me about everything- From the clothes I wore, to my slightly longer nose, to small house, to my parents splitting. Potter and his best mate, Sirius Black, seemed to find it most fun to do it. Lupin seemed to shake his head there way, not bothering to stop, and Pettigrew cheered them on like the little follower he was.

I hated them all, and they hated me too. I was perfectly fine with that. But they didn't need to prance around, parading their hatred to me. Showing off all the pranks they could pull to show off to all the girls. To Lily.

She'd stick up for me though, like no one else did. And I would do the same for her. We were best friends since we were nine. I've been in love with her since we were nine. Of course, I'd never have the guts to tell her that. Not like she felt the same anyway. It was so obvious she fancied James, and he her. They just needed to hook up and parade their little snog fest in my face.

That'd please Potter tons.

It wasn't like I believed I deserved Lily though. She was beautiful, smart, talented. I was ratty, poor, and... Well I was smart too. Besides the point. I didn't deserve her, but I sure as hell deserved her far more than Potter did.

"Sev, you okay?"

She noticed me scowling, I shook it off. She frowned, turning in her seat and taking the flat iron from my hand, putting it back down. She looked serious.

"Is it your parents?"

"No."

"Sev, you can tell me."

"I'd nothing Lily, really." I smiled crookedly, and picked the iron back up. "The dance is in an hour, I still gotta get changed."

"I know, I know, sorry."

She stared at me from my reflection in the mirror, watching as I made her curls turn straight in a matter of seconds. She hummed softly, a familiar tune to a song we both liked. I supplied lyrics, she joined in, then jumped her seat to turn on her CD player. The song we were singing started up, and we went back to doing what we did before, but now with her singing into her hairbrush, and occassionally getting burned by the iron with all the moving.

Her voice was heavenly, beautiful. There was hardly a thing she couldn't do to perfection. She was kind, loving, accepting, and overall amazing. I was lucky to have her as my friend. My best friend. Even if I craved for so much more.

"Go sit downstairs, I'll be right down!"

She pushed me out of the room as soon as I finished the last strand of hair, so she could change. If I changed in front of her, that was just fine, but she wouldn't have it the other way.

Girls.

Lily's sister, Petunia, stuck her horse-like head out of her door down the hall, gave me a look as though she just wiffed something rotton, and stuck out her tongue. We both hated each other to no end. It didn't matter that she was related to Lily, the two of tehm were absolutly nothing alike. She was evil, ugly, and not particularly bright. Coal compared to my diamond Lily. So I returned the gesture and walked down the steps, flopping on the sofa to wait.

This party had better be good.