Diverted
By rese
Summary: Severus doesn't like what he sees. Does he?
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the characters and gets money. Not me. I wish she'd write more Marauder period though.
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Why couldn't he smile like that? Why couldn't he grin?
Lily Evans could and would and it pained him to see it. Sadistically, his eyes held her laughing form even as she pushed James Potter away, doubling over as he tripped and fell on his ass in front of her.
Why wasn't she disgusted? Why wasn't she smug with the embarrassment she caused him?
Why did he have to get up and touch her?
And when Lily leaned in, eyes still shining Severus dropped his spoon hard into the oatmeal with pure revulsion.
It was sickening and maddening all at once but he couldn't look away, not for a moment.
"James," she warned with a softness she never use to use, and he loathed to hear her speak such filth.
"But then, she is a mudblood," he thought, "I should have known to expect it," finally looking away with the traitorous notion. Why did it hurt just as much to think that horribly forced thought?
He caught sight of the flecks of soggy oats on his coat and he realised what he was doing. He'd taken to this perverse torture of watching Potter throw himself at her and watching her return his efforts. They were the white stains to his black vision.
Severus couldn't be like that and he didn't want to. But it was painfully diverting to watch them.