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Summary: What happens when a mistake made in a fit of drunkenness comes back to haunt Severus 16 years later? And what of Harry?
And Then, Things Got Complicated
Prologue:
Severus, stumbling over his own feet, rose slowly from the cushy, crimson couch on which he had been sitting for the past half-hour. He was far too intoxicated at this point to care that he was making a fool of himself in front of his classmatesGryffindors, no less! Looking around in hazy amusement at his fellow Seventeen-year olds, he took another shot of fire whiskey, passing the shot glass back to a semi-conscious Pettigrew.
Stumbling over his own feet for a moment, Severus nearly toppled over a mis-placed tea table as he went crashing into a tall, extremely pretty girl with mesmerizing, verdant eyes. Almost like emeralds' thought a barely lucid Snape. Far past caring what anyone thought of him, this being the farewell party, of sorts, for this year's Seventh Years, Severus leaned down and rested his forehead against the girl's. He couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her but, brushing off his slight unease, he brought his hands up to her face and touched her cheeks tenderly. Closing his eyes, and thoroughly damning the consequences, Severus kissed the girl full on the mouth. After a few minutes of shyly kissing her, the strange girl emboldened Severus when she deepened the kiss, snaking her tongue into his mouth.
The both of them where so oblivious to the time and their surroundings that both were thoroughly surprised when they broke apart to see that they had somehow made it to the boy's dorms and that the sky was shining with stars. The last thing Severus remembered before the haze took over was the bright shining of emerald eyes.
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As Severus sat up in an unfamiliar bed, his temples throbbing with a painful hangover, he glanced around the room wearily. His feelings of unease grew as he noticed the painfully bright, painfully red curtains hanging around the four-poster he was presently occupying. Growing slightly frantic, he stumbled out of the bed, trying to find his clothes without waking anyone. When did I take them off, anyway?' a slightly frantic Severus thought, racking his brain for a memory, ANY memory of what had occurred.
When a door creaked open at the end of the dormitory, Severus glanced up quickly, half in shock, half in fear. What he saw made his face drain of all color and managed to effectively stumble to the floor in a heap of blankets. Lily Evens, James Bloody Potter's FIANCEE, was standing in the door of the dorm bathroom, looking pale indeed. No matter how much he tried to shake off the notion that it had not, COULD NOT have been her, a little voice in the back of his mind insisted that he had recognized her.
As she opened her mouth to speak, Severus beat her to it, saying the two words he knew they both had been thinking.
"Oh, SHIT!"