A/N: This was supposed to be a one chapter story, but due to a few requests for another chapter, I've decided to write this one. Thanks to reviewer Laura/Natas/ChibiSan for your ideas. If you guys want another chapter after this, stick suggestions in your review and I'll work on it from there. This takes place in 5th year, when Lily still dislikes James.
As the everyone in the Great Hall was dining, the Marauders occasionally looked over to the Slytherin table to see if Snape had found his newly renovated diary. It had been 10 minutes and not a move toward his pocket yet. Suddenly, the 2nd year boy sitting next to Snape tapped him on his shoulder and whispered something to him.
Snape's hand reached into his pocket and he pulled out a bright pink diary with rainbows and hearts all over it.
"What is it?" the boy next to Snape asked.
"Noth-" Snape started.
"SNAPE's GOT A DIARY!!! HOW CUTE!!!" Sirius squeaked.
"How did you know that?" Peter asked stupidly.
"Because it says Snivellus's Top Secret Diary on it genius!" Sirius hissed.
"Right-e-o," Peter said quietly.
By now the whole school was staring at Snape's hand, which held the neon bright book. Snape was horrified and looked as though he were on the verge of tears.
"My precious, what have they done to you? What have they done to your physique?!" Snape exclaimed dramatically. He looked wheezy and then fainted. The hall was silent for about 5 seconds until James yelled,
"Who wants to read it?"
There was an immediate applause of appreciation from all the students until Dumbledore stood up. He announced that it would be wisest to let Severus keep all his thoughts to himself. No one dared to disagree but there was nothing they could do about it. An hour later, the Great Hall was empty of any student besides Snape (still unconscious) and Dumbledore, who was looking at him from his seat. Snape slowly awoke and looked around. He started walking toward the door until he heard a small cough.
"I'm okay Professor," Snape said quickly and walked a little faster out the door, carrying his pink diary.
Once into his dormitory, he jumped on his bed and shut the hangings hastily and opened the diary. He started examining the rose-scented pages with tears running down his face. He read everything the Marauders wrote, looked at everything they changed about it, felt all the fuzzy things they added to it. And then he thought to himself,
(A/N: Imagine Snape holding the book and talking to it like Smeagal to the ring.)
"My precious! You are so pink! So vibrant! So BEAUTIFUL! Those fools thought this color would annoy me, but had they known I had an obsession with pink items, oh they would have never done me this favor! How I love your new freshly-cut-flower aroma and the wonderful bubbly letters! How did they find out that I can't live without my bubbly letters?"
Snape now had a wide smile on his face. His roomate glanced through the hangings and caught a glipmse of what he thought was Snape grinning menacingly, as though he had a trick up his sleeve.
Snape brought the diary up to his nose and took a big whiff of it.
"Why have I always denied my feelings for such pretty smelling things? Oh, I remember now, because I wish to be more selective of the things I want to be seen with. No matter, I now have this, and I can always blame it on THEM if anyone asks why I have this thing around me."
Snape thought some more and then something shocking came into his mind.
"Wait! What if, what if they did this because they KNEW about my obsession! Or, what if that HOT James Potter did this to prove his unconditional love for me? What did I just say? I didn't mean it! Its the rosey smell! I must be getting high off of it! Must put away...must..."
But that only made Snape want to smell it more and more. He eventually fell asleep with it on his nose. Meanwhile, over in Gryffindor Tower, the Gryffindors were all circled around the Marauders, listening to their description of Snape's diary entries.
"And guess who the Slimeball likes? L-" Sirius started.
James then poked him the stomach and shouted,
"He likes Malfoy!"
The common room erupted with laughter.
"No he doesn't," a voice said.
Everyone looked puzzled and looked around to see who said that.
"How would you know who he likes? Only WE read it," James said.
"Because I was the one who put a spell on it for him to start liking YOU," said an angry Lily Evans.
As the everyone in the Great Hall was dining, the Marauders occasionally looked over to the Slytherin table to see if Snape had found his newly renovated diary. It had been 10 minutes and not a move toward his pocket yet. Suddenly, the 2nd year boy sitting next to Snape tapped him on his shoulder and whispered something to him.
Snape's hand reached into his pocket and he pulled out a bright pink diary with rainbows and hearts all over it.
"What is it?" the boy next to Snape asked.
"Noth-" Snape started.
"SNAPE's GOT A DIARY!!! HOW CUTE!!!" Sirius squeaked.
"How did you know that?" Peter asked stupidly.
"Because it says Snivellus's Top Secret Diary on it genius!" Sirius hissed.
"Right-e-o," Peter said quietly.
By now the whole school was staring at Snape's hand, which held the neon bright book. Snape was horrified and looked as though he were on the verge of tears.
"My precious, what have they done to you? What have they done to your physique?!" Snape exclaimed dramatically. He looked wheezy and then fainted. The hall was silent for about 5 seconds until James yelled,
"Who wants to read it?"
There was an immediate applause of appreciation from all the students until Dumbledore stood up. He announced that it would be wisest to let Severus keep all his thoughts to himself. No one dared to disagree but there was nothing they could do about it. An hour later, the Great Hall was empty of any student besides Snape (still unconscious) and Dumbledore, who was looking at him from his seat. Snape slowly awoke and looked around. He started walking toward the door until he heard a small cough.
"I'm okay Professor," Snape said quickly and walked a little faster out the door, carrying his pink diary.
Once into his dormitory, he jumped on his bed and shut the hangings hastily and opened the diary. He started examining the rose-scented pages with tears running down his face. He read everything the Marauders wrote, looked at everything they changed about it, felt all the fuzzy things they added to it. And then he thought to himself,
(A/N: Imagine Snape holding the book and talking to it like Smeagal to the ring.)
"My precious! You are so pink! So vibrant! So BEAUTIFUL! Those fools thought this color would annoy me, but had they known I had an obsession with pink items, oh they would have never done me this favor! How I love your new freshly-cut-flower aroma and the wonderful bubbly letters! How did they find out that I can't live without my bubbly letters?"
Snape now had a wide smile on his face. His roomate glanced through the hangings and caught a glipmse of what he thought was Snape grinning menacingly, as though he had a trick up his sleeve.
Snape brought the diary up to his nose and took a big whiff of it.
"Why have I always denied my feelings for such pretty smelling things? Oh, I remember now, because I wish to be more selective of the things I want to be seen with. No matter, I now have this, and I can always blame it on THEM if anyone asks why I have this thing around me."
Snape thought some more and then something shocking came into his mind.
"Wait! What if, what if they did this because they KNEW about my obsession! Or, what if that HOT James Potter did this to prove his unconditional love for me? What did I just say? I didn't mean it! Its the rosey smell! I must be getting high off of it! Must put away...must..."
But that only made Snape want to smell it more and more. He eventually fell asleep with it on his nose. Meanwhile, over in Gryffindor Tower, the Gryffindors were all circled around the Marauders, listening to their description of Snape's diary entries.
"And guess who the Slimeball likes? L-" Sirius started.
James then poked him the stomach and shouted,
"He likes Malfoy!"
The common room erupted with laughter.
"No he doesn't," a voice said.
Everyone looked puzzled and looked around to see who said that.
"How would you know who he likes? Only WE read it," James said.
"Because I was the one who put a spell on it for him to start liking YOU," said an angry Lily Evans.
