I hate this bloke. He's too cool. Tall, athletic body, broad shoulders, long hair tied up in a ponytail, dragon hide boots and an arse that could stop traffic. And the way he looks at Harry! Nobody will convince me that this bloke is not gay. All right, he has dated a veela, but who wouldn't date a willing veela? Well, I wouldn't. I have never understood what people see in veelas.
They chat on the couch, in my laboratory, while I stir a potion, some meters away. I can't hear what they are saying, but I hear them laughing, and I see the way he looks at Harry, devouring him with his eyes. And the way that he manages to touch Harry, grabbing his shoulders, or reaching out and hitting him, pretending he's just playing.
He is the right age for Harry; he's only... I don't remember precisely... more or less eight years older. He's perfect. Who would choose an old git with a big nose, greasy hair and shallow skin when he can have a hunk like this?
"Professor?"
I shudder, waking from my daydream. ('Daynightmare' would be a better word.) Harry has called me "professor". I'm glad that he's being cautious, but, at the same time, this marks the distance between him and me and increases the closeness between him and the cool guy. They are two of a kind; I'm the outsider.
"What is it, Potter?" I answer grudgingly.
"Bill and I are going to practice on the Quidditch pitch, all right?"
I glare daggers at him, but what can I do? What could I say to forbid them?
"Be careful, don't stress yourself," I advice him.
I'm speaking like I was the boy's mother. To what I am reduced!
They leave side-by-side, cheerfully. I keep imagining them outside, flying together, laughing out loud and enjoying themselves. No, I won't get out to see their happiness.
Damn Albus. Why has he sent this fop here?
One hour later they are back, sweaty, ruddy-faced, laughing like banshees, and they go to *my* room! Argh.
I serve myself a glass of Firewhisky. My magical clock says to me, "be patient". Finally, ten minutes later, they bid farewell. The cool guy comes out of my bedroom and approaches me.
"You want to be careful. I don't trust you. If you touch one hair on the boy's head, you'll be sorry."
I grab him by his fancy shirt.
"Look here, you Goblin-sucker! Mind your own life. I'm sick and tired of your family. Those twins are nastier than any Death Eater I have ever met; the other one, that traitor, the boot-licker from the Ministry, has already shown his colours. And your darling sibling has already... *dated* half of the boys of the school. I'm tired of finding her in the bushes, the little slut."
His face is getting red, and he grips me by my robes.
"Don't speak of my family that way, you overgrown bat!"
"Hey!" Harry shouts, coming into the laboratory. "Stop it, please, you two!"
The cool guy still glares at me before releasing me.
"Don't forget what I've said, you nosey bastard!"
"You are the nosey one! Go take care of your business, arse-kisser!"
"What did he say to you?" Harry asks, as soon as the Goblin-sucker leaves us alone.
"Codswallop. Vulgar people like him only speak gibberish."
He approaches me, splays his palm over my chest. I struggle to keep my breathing normal, not to react. Then he embraces me and pulls me close. I put both my hands on his shoulders, in order to keep my balance (I try to convince myself that's the reason, and that I'm not responding to his embrace).
"Sev," he murmurs, "do you find Bill handsome?"
I feel my whole body freezing, and I don't answer his question.
"He's very handsome, isn't he? Tall, well muscled, tanned, fine hair..."
Each and every single word seems to turn the knife that the boy has stuck in a deep and open wound in the middle of my chest. I'm utterly paralysed.
"Sev, I... I saw the way you stared at him, when he and I were on the couch. Don't think that I haven't noticed. You were devouring him with your eyes."
What? Now my chin must have dropped and I must have a terrible dumb expression in my face. I'm speechless.
"I want to be like him, but... I'm too awkward. I'm short, skinny, pale, my hair's a mess and I have no charm or appeal."
"Harry..."
I don't know what to say. I have no words. So, I let my body speak for me. I frame his face with my hands and kiss him fiercely. I drag him to my bedroom, always kissing him, biting him, pressing my body against his.
Stumbling and tripping, I push him through the door and down onto the bed.
TBC...
Author's Notes:
I don't share Sev's opinion about Ginny, okay? He's just being nasty.
Let me tell you my plans for "Hurt & Comfort": 3 more chapters in Snape's PoV - end of part 2 - Part 3!!! - 2 or 3 chapters in Omniscient (what? what?) Third Person PoV - The End.
Replies to Reviews:
Nymphadora Tonks1: Ha, I'm so glad you're liking Sev's PoV. I hope you've liked him in this chapter too. So jealous and insecure. You were absolutely right about the insults! Thank you for everything!
Anarane Anwamane: And now, what do you think of him?
Ambrosia-Ku-Run: Oh, I think Sev's a little immature, even in canon. That's one of the reasons why I think the age difference between them is not a big deal. Thanks for your kind words!
sev1970: Heehee. Don't tell anyone, but you are so right. I know you are. Yeah, Sev's as immature and competitive as Harry, perhaps even more. And now I hope that you have *enjoyed* his jealous side too... Thanks for your wonderful reviews.
meiney inuyasha: Baby, I think you are in the wrong story! I'm so sorry, this one is a SS/HP story! LOL!
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