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Title: Was it Meant to Be?

Chapter: 7/ Broken Toe, Down with the Flu & a pissed Lily..don't mix

(Slytherin Boys dormitories)

Severus, who was puffy eyed, and sniffing from a flu of the sorts, looked at the paper that Lucius promptly dropped to the floor. It was a picture…Lily, was in it…but…James…and her…nearing a kiss!? The rest of the color in his face drained, leaving the young Snape, as white as a ghost. He picked it up, hands trembling as his eyes showed hurt in them, as the picture suddenly crumpled beneath his angry grasp. Severus swung his feet from the side of his bed and stood quickly, shivering slightly as he quickly dressed in decent robes and walked out, his shoes thumping the stone dungeon floors loudly.

All he could think of at that moment, was James…at how he always ruined his life…ever since the day they had both joined a little league type Quidditch camp. James, and his other four 'buddies' were always taunting him…no matter what…just to ruin his life. And now…he was furious…

Meanwhile…

Lily, still upset, and quite embarrased trotted off quickly away from James heading off for the dungeons to talk to Severus, the only one, besides a few girls in her dorms, she could talk to. As her pace quickened, hoping she didn't run into Lucius, her feet sounded softly through the empty (or so she thought) dungeon corridors, making towering echos through the once silent hall ways. Her head was turned, not looking to where she was going as she frantically searched for the portrait of the serpent tamer. For Slytherin of Course…she supposed she would have to wait outside until Severus came out…or charm her way in. But to her surprise right as she turned a corner, she nearly collided with Snape, himself.

"Lily? W-What are you doing down here?!"

The young boy looked to her, slightly shocked, but still shivering ever so slightly from being ill, and the autumn chill in the dungeons.

"Oh…looking…for you I suppose…"

Lily looked down slightly, and noticed the crumpled up picture in his hand.

"Oh My…Severus…why!? You did this! Pulled that stunt in Charms!? That's why you were missing! You slimey git!"

Lily, looked to him, tears streaming down her face, not being able to hold them back any longer as she glared, upset at him. She breathed deeply, fuming at him as she brought her foot up and dug her heel into his foot hardly, and she smacked him, not as hard, across the face leaving him merely stunned, and maybe a broken toe or two. She narrowed her eyes at him and then quickly prodded off, not even glancing back.

"Oww…ok…what…in Merlins name was she……"

Severus looked up wincing slightly as he though immediately of what Lucius had said.

'you missed quite a show in Charms today…it was quite amusing actually…'

Lucius…had something to do with this, definitely…and he was eager to find out…AFTER…he got Madame Pomfery to tend to his now, well swolen foot, as he limped off for the Hospital Wing.

Once there, Madame Pomfrey sighed, seeing as she had a young, Hufflepuff girl, by the name of Teresa Jacobs, who had been attempting to write to her dear boy friend Thomas Finnigan, a muggle, until a nasty Slytherin charmed her ink bottle and supplies to explode madly on her. So she looked to Severus, with no pity as she tried to wipe away desperately some permanent ink that was about to dry.

"Oh dear, Mr.snape…do take a seat…you look quite ill…and you…seem to have a limp…tsk tsk…always getting yourself hurt now a days…"

Madame Pomfrey, the medi-witch, quickly healed his aching foot with a few charms, but his flu…he had to take three different potions and was bed-bound for the next day or so.

"Seems that flu is getting around quite well…even the Headmaster himself is catching a slight cold…this, I must say…may very well be the worst cold and flu season ever…"

Severus groaned slightly as he lay back heavily, toning out her constant gabbing and lifted a hand to rub his aching temples. Oh what a day…but, akwardly, he muttered aloud…

"A broken Toe…Down with the flu, and a pissed of Lily Evans….does not mix…I repeat…it does not mix…"

T.B.C…

Hmm…this is leading off to some where…'OVER THE RAINBOW!' er…sorry about that…2:00 AM tends to be my most slap happy moments…ask some of my friends…I'm not in the right mind at these hours of the day…oh well…the joys of being a teenager eh? Lol. R/R please.