Realized I never put a disclaimer. But you know, even if JKR wanted to sue me for taking her characters, all I've got are a few Oasis cds and a purple stuffed bunny named Jack. So without further ado, chapter two of Strike Four.
This chapter: the scene from chapter one in Sev's point of view.
I suppose before I start my rant, I should explain to you how I feel about Sirius Black.
To put it lightly, I've hated him since first year. He thinks I've hated him for longer than that, but honestly I didn't really start hating him until he decided I was... inferior. You see, he had begun his friendship with James Potter. My family and Potter's family had never gotten along for obvious reasons. The whole Gryffindor versus Slytherin rivalry. His family didn't trust mine, and mine thought his was a load of pansy morons. Needless to say, we definitely weren't the best of friends.
So, Black and Potter had teamed up. Potter had seen me walking through the hallway carrying just a few books for some extra curricular studies and started laughing like a maniac. I swear I was afraid he was going to suffocate. Not that I cared or anything. Don't get me wrong. I may be able to get over Black's little... quirks, but I have and will always hate Potter.
He commented on my nose (which I hadn't yet grown into), my hair (which I hadn't yet learned how to properly wash), and my books (which I was just barely managing to balance). Embarrassed, I had tripped and dropped all of the books and Black chose that moment to make the comment that drove me over that thin line into hatred.
"Look, James! I think he's going to cry!"
"I think you're right, Sirius. Poor little Snape has dropped all his books."
It only took him a second to come up with the nickname that has haunted me for the last six and a half years. "You mean poor little Snivellus."
The entire hallway had broken into laughter at my expense. Shaking with rage (my temper has always been short-fused) I gathered my books and ran to the sanctuary of the Slytherin commons. I still maintain that I was not crying. I hit my nose when I fell and my eyes were watering. That's it.
So now you see why I hate Black. Ever since that day he's made my life at Hogwarts a living hell, when I had hoped that it could be the one place I could be myself without such fear of ridicule.
But now, I don't know what to make of it.
One moment I'm cursing him, the next he's kissing me, and shortly after I scurried away in fright with an odd feeling in my stomach I had mistaken for disgust he was kissing me again. I can't wait till I'm over the whole teenage hormone thing. I despise the lack of control.
Moving on.
By the second time Black's lips were on mine, I was starting to suspect he didn't hate me as much as I had thought before. You may think I'm slow, but as I mentioned the hormones were raging so I had assumed the first one had been a heat-of-the-moment, once-in-a-lifetime-or-two, adrenaline-induced-hysteria type thing.
When he didn't move after a few seconds, I suspected yet another seemingly impossible thing. Black liked kissing me. Is it just me, or is there something in the Gryffindor water?
Now I am by no means a "homophobe." If someone wants to snog a man, that's their business. But I'd never really seen Black, the ladies man of Hogwarts, as... well... that way. You'd think that since he had already dated every woman in our year, half of those in the years above and below us, and even a good few from years lower and higher than those that it might mean he was fairly secure in his sexuality. But I suppose you can never tell with Gryffindors.
Since I had begun suspecting that Black wasn't exactly restricted to liking women, I began to wonder about myself. Was that wriggling in the pit of my stomach really disgust, or something... worse? Such as... attraction? No, that's impossible. It's Sirius Bloody Black. If I were attracted to him I would know, wouldn't I?
Well?
Oh, you're no help. Honestly, am I talking to myself here?
...oh.
Well then. Where was I? Ah, yes. Black was kissing me. And he didn't seem to be in any kind of a hurry to stop. So I asked myself... would it really kill me to kiss him back?
Seeing as it wasn't until a good minute or so later that we parted and I was still breathing (if not slightly faster than usual) I'm going to take that as a no.
I think I'd like to test that theory again though. Just for scentific reasons though, of course.
Hehehe. I love Sevvie. He may seem a bit ooc, but remember this is when he was a teenager. He couldn't be nearly as controlled and cold as he is as we know him in the books.