Chapter Two The Boy With No Friends
"Let me get this straight, you're reading...because it's fun?" her voice filled the room in the same whiny tone he had been hearing all morning. "What is it you're reading?"
"Never you mind, Bella." Severus said in a calm voice.
Two weeks had passed since his incident with Lily, he rarely saw her now. Only in Potions and in Advanced DATDA did he see her. What did he care now? He hardly knew her.
"I always found that very...attractive about you. You know that?" She said in her low husky voice, trying hard to sound seductively sweet.
Severus scoffed and snorted in her face, "Aren't you going out with Lestrange?"
She looked at him through her heavy lidded eyelids and through her thich chestnut bangs, "And?"
"I'm sorry, I don't do sloppy seconds."
She stood up flushed and looking absolutely livid, "You don't do sloppy seconds, but you stare at Evans every oppurtunity you get?"
Severus looked up at her casually but panic ran through his head and then firmly said back, "Why would I stare at a mudblood like her? You definitely must be desperate if your jealous of someone like her. Poor Lestrange." "Hmmph, I'm not blind Severus." And with that walked away.
She's bluffing...She lies...
He smirked, she needed to close her mind.
Bellatrix Black, she was Sirius Blacks cousin, and sister to Narcissa Black and to some other Black that he didn't know of because they were both too ashamed to talk about. She must be in Gryffindor, he always thought. But back to her, she had a big mop of chestnut brown hair, heavy lidded eyelids, big grayish blue eyes, thin lips and a pale complexion. She was a rather dark and scary woman, she can look pretty on a good day but never beautiful, at least Severus never thought so. His mum always tried pushing them together, never worked on his part...there had even came a time when Bella was in love with him...well not in love, infatuated, obsessed, would be better words. Now Bellatrix was with Rupert Lestrange, rumors were that they were getting married as soon as they left Hogwarts and completed whatever the Dark Lord has them do. Yes, they were big with him. Bellatrix was at least,
Severus wasn't sure about Lestrange.
"Severus, time is running out..." Lucius hissed in his ear as they entered Potions together.
He pretended not to hear him as Lily rushed agaisnt him to get in, the scent of lavender filled his nostrils.
"He usually doesn't have to wait this long for followers...he says he sees great things..."
Chills went up and down his spine,
"Not now Malfoy, not the place or the time."
"Sit sit sit," rang the voice of Professer Slughorn. "Today we will be learning--sit down Mr. Potter---put that down Mr. Potter! Ahem, today we will be learning the fine art of making the Healing Potion, very difficuly potion, cleans out all your stomach without the indigestion," A few disgusted grunts from girls, "but if made wrong in can severely hurt your insides. Severely." He added a giddy smile and took out his wand and wrote a few things on the board. "Here are the directions, follow them."
Severus looked at them up and down, he stared at it and re read every line. He looked down at his book, that can't be right... If he put more than an ounce it would overflow...He looked up and smirked, he added that in his book as a note.
"Mr. Snape, wonderful, it's amazing how yours is the only one that is that shade of lavender! Amazing, and Miss Evans is right behind you, oh but I'm sorry Miss Evans, yours is more of a purple. I know, I know. It happens."
Lily sighed and shot a look at Severus and crossed her arms.
The bell rang.
"Evans, Hogsmeade weekend, I'm not going with anyone, I'm doing you a favor by asking you, since we all know no ones going with you." He smirked at her.
That was cocky of him; he'd be surprised how many tossers wanted a shot with Evans, thought Severus.
"I rather have indigestion." Lily snapped, wriggling free of his grasp.
Severus snorted.
"Found that funny Snivellus?"
"Maybe I did." he sneered dangerously. He started to walk to the library when he felt a tug at his arm.
"What do you want Evans?" He felt his stomach make a leap.
"Why do you pretend you hate me?" She asked abruptly, one had placed gently on her hip. She was staring at him through her fierce and piercing green eyes, and had a slight twisted smile.
"Excuse me?" He scoffed and let out a chuckle. "Pretend?"
"I know you don't, Severus. I know." She cooed at him, circling him with a silly smile.
Severus stared at the creature, amazed; he had never met anyone with such a bold personality. "Shouldn't you hate me?"
"I don't think so." She said crossing her arms. "Should I?"
"Yes." He said at once.
"Why?"
"Because--well--because, I call you a mudblood!" He said, desperate to find excuses to get this woman away from him,
"It's just a silly word." She said, still staring hard into his dark eyes, piercing them with her green ones. He could tell she was getting lost in them, trying to remain focus, trying to stay with him...she wasn't ready to get lost, just yet.
"Well, I hate you." He sneered.
"Why?"
He stopped dead, she looked so honestly curious, what was it about her that was so enticing, so addicting? He gave her a look, as if daring her to flirt with him. She returned that look with a smirk.
"Don't answer, it'll only make your head hurt."
"Why are you here Evans?"
For once, she looked away, "I thought, well, I just had an idea that maybe, we could be--"
Please don't say it, he thought, Don't say what I think you're going for...that word...the word full of treachery without meaning, full of lies and empty promises...
"Friends?" He blurted out, he couldn't help but laughing a little. "Are you serious?"
She looked, surprisingly, stung; how could she not expect this answer? "Well...yah."
"I don't have any friends." He said at once, composing himself. "I don't want any friends."
"Everyone wants friends!"
"I don't." He snapped. "Having a friend, means you trust them and you feel for them." He paused and looked away and then added, bitterly, "I don't feel for anyone, not even myself."
Lily continued to stare at him, "You can't keep lying to yourself, Severus. Everyone feels. Everyone loves. Everyone trusts. Whether they like it or not. It's called being human."
Severus smirked at her and then said in a deep dark low voice, "What if I'm not human? What if I--"
"Stop with that rubbish." She said, raising her hand up. "You don't scare me with your talk of the Dark Arts, you may scare everyone else, but you don't scare me. So stop. In realizing you have a friend, first you have to realize you're human. Like everyone else."
Like everyone else...
Those words angered him, they frustrated him, they made him want to punch the wall...He wasn't like everyone else. He tried so hard to separate himself and then some mud blood tells him he's like every other common wizard.
"I don't think so." He said dangerously. She could tell she touched a nerve so she pursed her lips and said nothing. "I have nothing more to say to you, I made my case clear and I've heard yours thorough and I'm not convinced. So no, we can't be," He swallowed and said the word with pure disgust and loathes, "friends."
Authors Notes: The second chapter of Behind the Prince, now we're looking deeper into the world of the boy who claims not to feel emotions. We're looking through his eyes, looking through his emotions-- at the word that disappointed him so. Stay tuned. Remember, no flaming, constructive criticism.