DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling
Summary: A ficlet of unrequited love and haunting green eyes.
Title: Love, Hate, and Green Eyes
He had watched her from afar, from the shadows, from the background for so long. He watched her and memorized her; her face, her body, her scent, walk, mannerisms, everything about her, but always from afar. He yearned for her, longed for her, but he was never seen, never seen because of HIM.
She was beautiful with her fiery red hair and gemstone green eyes, and buttermilk skin. And he loved her. He loved the way she talked, the way she moved, and especially the ways she smiled. He loved her. He loved the way she laughed; light and carefree, and totally uninhibited. He loved the way she looked while studying; brow creased and white teeth tugging on her full bottom lip. He loved the way her graceful hands moved, the way she held a quill, the way she bit gently on her thumb when she was feeling shy. He loved her voice that was light and beautiful with the barest hint of a Scottish brogue. He loved her. He loved the way she was passionate about everything; schoolwork, her beliefs, defending other people. HE LOVED HER!
But she never saw him. No, no, no she only saw HIM; black, messy hair and hazel eyes. Only HIM and he hated, loathed, and despised HIM with every fiber of his being. But he couldn't hate her, not even a little bit.
And now he must look at HIM with HIS face and her eyes, and he hates HIM. He hated seeing her eyes that used to stare at him with kindness now stare at him with hate and disgust with the face of his – dead – enemy.
It was bittersweet torture to see those eyes inside that face. He had always loved those eyes of hers; vibrant and alive, and of the most beautiful emerald green color. Those eyes had haunted him for years and now they continued to haunt him; awake, asleep, it didn't matter because he always saw them.
Harry Potter's eyes so like those of Lily Evans – he refused to think of her as Potter – were both a blessing and a curse to Severus Snape. He had the eyes of his love, – not his in reality – the face of his enemy, and Severus hated it, loved it, despised it, and adored it. He wanted him; dead, under him, to be in him, to kill him, he wanted it all and none of it!
"Potter! Ten points from Gryffindor for your incompetence. Can you do nothing?" Severus spat as he sneered into the cauldron of ruined potion.
Green eyes snapped to him sparking green fire – like hers had – and glaring with loathing, disgust; no kindness, never kindness, and he turned away with a bitter tasted in his mouth, and an ache in his heart. Severus Snape hated Harry Potter, but he loved, loathed, hated, and CRAVED his eyes. No matter what they showed.