Nothing On You

Chapter Three

Sev's POV

"Does it hurt much?"

Hurts like hell.

"No, no.. Not at all."

She dabbed at my bleeding nose with a tissue, as the two of us sat out on the curb illuminated by the street lamps. If I was of-age, I would've hexed the bloke senseless, but the Ministry seemed to be buckling down quite a bit with the use of underage magic, and I would've been caught for sure. Not only caught, but probably sentenced to whatever punishment, to serve it with Black.

And that was not going to happen.

Sighing, I snatched the tissue from Lily's hands, holding it against my nose as she held the bridge of my nose, then leaned my head up to the sky. I noticed the stars, quoting different constellations I remembered from my Astronomy class. Lily smiled and quoted along with me. The pity in her voice was too obvious.

I wasn't sure why Potter and his friends had to constantly torment me, but it seemed like if I was in range, I'd get shot immediately, no questions asked. Perhaps they didn't need a proper reason to push me around like a piece of trash, just as they saw me. They just did it, because they could. Or maybe Potter saw me as a threat to his chances with Lily. I'd have to snort at that one. Chances of Lily and I getting together were slim to none, much to my chagrin. He had a better chance with her, and I right well hated that.

An insufferable toerag, she called him, but secretly there was "Sex god" hidden subliminaly in that insult. I cringed, thinking of her flattering him, holding him, kissing him. It was insane to think of anything like that. Because it was wrong. Disturbing. If she was going to love anyone it should have been her best friend! It should be me!

Looking into her emerald orbs, I tried a crooked smile. She smiled softly back, and I wished to Merlin she'd smack that pity out of her beautiful eyes. I didn't need pity. Especially not her pity. You knew something was wrong when you received pity from your best friend.

"The dance wasn't a good idea." she spoke quietly, moving to sit beside me on the curb, leaning her head on my shoulder so I could get a whiff of her strawberry shampoo.

Closing my eyes, I leaned my head ontop of hers, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as a breeze picked up. She'd think of it as a friendly gesture, as something we always did, but I always thought of it meaning much more. For a few moments I could pretend she was mine, I was hers, and we were happy. We were together in a loving relationship, planned to marry after 7th Year and wanted at least two children, a girl and a boy; boy with her beautiful green eyes. I smiled up to the sky, thinking of how beautiful the children would be, and the only feature of mine they'd need was the colour of my hair, and perhaps pale skin. They were our children, they would be our children. A girl and a boy...

I found myself walking alone back home after I dropped Lily back off at her house. My nose decided to stop bleeding, but my eye was swelling and would be darker by tomorrow, I was sure. Stupid Black, he wouldn't have gotten all rowdy if he had just stopped pretending he and Lupin weren't an item, it was so obvious.

The walk back to Spinner's End wasn't too long, but it was dark and quiet, so that prolonged the journey. My fists balled themselves up in my pockets, old pants that were my father's, and I turned my head back up to the sky, wishing the street lamps would just disappear already so I could see the sky as it was meant to be seen; cluttered in stars surrounding the crescent moon. The only thing that seemed to smile at me without that hint of pity.

It wasn't until I heard loud yelling that I knew I was almost home. I heard her skrieking, saw neighbors peeking out their doors, and then crashing of objects against concrete floors. I sighed, feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment as I passed a woman looking out her door, giving me a sympathetic look. Sympathy, pity... Was I really that pathetic?

Turning the corner I saw figures outside a home, the woman stood on the step, pointing and yelling at the man that stood before her. He just "wanted to get inside," he yelled, a drunken slur to his voice, he "had to see" his son. He just had to. It had been three weeks since the yelling stopped, and suddenly the man wanted to come back to see his son. I scoffed, stopping on a block outside of the house, watching as mum hobbled off the steps to push dad, then rushed over to wrap her arms around me protectively.

"Go away." she growled, venom in her voice.

I closed my eyes and leaned into her embrace. It wasn't every day you got hugs from mother.

"Severus, Sev, Sevy-Sev-Sev-Sev.. Tell your mother... T-tell that witch! that you want to come live with daddy." His eyes darted between us, his fingers pointing at us. "You tell her, boy!"

This was exactly what I needed after a night of fighting. More fighting. How perfect was the life of Severus Snape? As though he hadn't enough to worry about, his best friend never loving him back, the "Marauder's" constantly picking on him and tormenting him to no end, and just when he thought he was safe from the arguing of his parents, he was now, once again, thrown back into that insane world. Or maybe it would be insane if none of that was going on.

"Tobias, dammit! The boy doesn't want you here! He doesn't want you around! You drunk sod, get the hell off my property!"

"Your property? Y-your property? Who the hell pays the bills? Who's the provider for this family? I am, you filthy whore!"

"SHUT UP!"

I pushed myself away from my mother, standing between them, having them both stare at me with wide eyes. Drifting into the doorway, shaking my head, I turned to look back at them. Mother began on something about my eye, then father said something about the caked blood on my cheek. I just shook my head and walked inside, closing the door behind me. They both called out my name, but made no attempt to get back inside, throwing themselves back into another heated argument.

Tredding up the staircase, I closed my eyes and did it blindly, feeling tears prickle at the back of my lids. It was a long day. Too long of a day than what was neccesary. My fingertips trailed along the railing, and I muttered incoherently about nonsense and Potter and just how pissed off I was.

Slamming my bedroom door shut behind me, I slid down the back of it, and squeezed my eyes tight; waiting for the yelling to stop, waiting for the day to finally end