A/N: Hello to the two people following me. =) This chapter is much more interesting and a tad bit longer. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. I just own two characters and a few plot points. So basically, compared to JKR, nothing.
18 YEARS IN THE PAST
Severus had been sitting on the squeaky barstool for two hours now. He had ordered a pint right when he got there, and it still sat in front of him, untouched. So much for getting drunk, he thought to himself.
He took a moment to look at his surroundings. He had chosen a muggle bar that night. The thought of sitting with other wizards as they toasted to the new marriage of James and Lily Potter made him want to break a window, and throw up at the same time.
So he had apparated to America. He didn't even want to be on the same continent as them right now. As he stared at his lukewarm beer, being so physically far away from everyone he knew, it didn't even seem real that Lily had gotten married.
But she had, he reminded himself. He still remembered getting the invitation by owl, with a note inside saying:
Dear Sev,
I had a two-hour argument with James about sending this to you. I know that we haven't talked in years, but you are still important to me. You were the first person that told me about magic. You were my first real friend in this world. It wouldn't be right to get married without you there. Please.
Love always,
Lily
Severus had argued with himself for a month about where or not he should go. But at the last minute, he had decided to go. He stood in the back and got lost in the crowd, which was easy to do since it seemed everyone in Great Britain had been invited.
She looked so beautiful in her lacy wedding dress. The long veil she wore looked wonderful with her vibrant red hair. He watched as she exchanged vows with Potter, and when they kissed, he knew his life was over. He didn't stay for the reception, but left a letter and a small gift for Lily at the main table. Before anyone had noticed him, he had apparated, and landed somewhere in Southern California.
That is when he sat on the squeaky chair and decided to get shit faced. What did it matter if he drank himself do death? Lily was gone forever.
Just as he was going to finally take a drink of his beer, someone knocked into his back and made him almost spill the entire drink down his front.
"Oh no!" a female voice shrieked behind him, "I am so sorry!"
Great, he thought to himself. He was about to get up to go to the toilet, so he could cast a drying charm for his clothes, when a small hand rested on his forearm.
He looked up and met two shocking violet eyes with his muddy brown ones. A tall woman was standing next to Severus, evidently trying to stop him from getting up. He took in more of her appearance and saw she was tan, and beautiful. His mouth almost gaped open at her brilliant yellow dress and her curvy figure.
Wait, he told himself curtly, you're here grieving over Lily remember?
He got ahold of himself, and fixed a menacing glare on his pale face.
"What?" he barked at the woman in yellow.
'I'm so sorry," she repeated, "I was the one that knocked into you. I am so clumsy. I'm so sorry!"
"No matter," he answered while pulling his forearm away from her hand. Her touch had left a soft spot of warmth on his arm that he did not like.
He moved around her walking toward the toilets, when someone grabbed his shoulder again.
"Wait, please," said the same woman.
"If you haven't noticed," Serverus said while gesturing to his drenched clothes, "I need to go get cleaned up."
"I know. I'm sorry," she repeated as she bit her bottom lip, "I just feel awful. Can I buy you another drink?"
Severus gaped at her. The biting the lip thing was really hot, to say the least. But now she wanted to buy him a drink?
"Its alright," he said, "You don't have to."
"No I want to," she said, as a slight blush crept into her already rosy cheeks, "You'd actually be doing me a favor. I kind of got stood up by my date, so I've just been sitting here for an hour doing nothing. I would love some company."
"I don't want any company," he said before he thought about it. Good job stupid, he told himself.
But she did not shrug her shoulders and walk away like so many other women would have done. She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a sassy twitch of her dark eyebrows.
"I am not taking no for an answer," she stated, still twitching her eyebrows, "you looked absolutely awful for the past hour. If anybody needs a friend right now, its you."
Severus narrowed his eyes and glared at her, but she glared right back. No one broke eye contact or blinked for twenty seconds.
"Fine," he said, admitting defeat, "you can buy me a bloody pint."
"Good," she smile in victory, "I'll order them while you're cleaning up."
"Great," he drawled and had the biggest desire to roll his eyes.
She turned to walk to the bar to order for them, but quickly did a one hundred and eighty degree turn.
"What is your name?" she asked curiously.
He paused for a moment and looked at the beautiful women in the yellow dress. Besides her gorgeous figure, and vivid eyes, she had long auburn hair that tumbled down her head in soft curls. Severus, out of nowhere, got a deep desire to run his fingers through her hair and see if it was as soft as it looked.
He fought this desire and held out his hand as he said, "Severus Snape."
She smiled and took his outstretched hand, "Rosie," she said, "Rosie Gray."
A/N: Is it that obvious where this is going? I hope not. Let me know if you like it and any suggestions or critiques you have. Thank you for reading!
