My plan failed.
Severus stared moodily into the grey morning; the window was damp with perspiration and slightly fogged as his narrowed gaze pierced through it.
He wanted Lily.
He had always wanted Lily, but James had always been in the way. There was a reason why he hated Potter and his friends so much, besides the fact that they tormented him constantly, James had stolen Lily away.
And now he was "dating" Harry, who was just a substitute for what he couldn't have. He was settling for second best…he never settled for second, it just wasn't the Slytherin thing to do.
So he had planned…and failed.
Everything was set, what went wrong?
It was meant to be a flawless execution, Harry stole the needed hair and Severus brewed the Polyjuice Potion to drink and transform. It wasn't a difficult task, and everything was going well.
But Lucius, he didn't follow directions as well as Severus had hoped, and because of him, everything had been for naught.
Severus had become Lily, he had belittled the elder Potter in a way that Evans would not. He wanted James Potter to feel like a lowly little worm, he wanted him to hurt.
He wanted him to know how it felt to be pushed into the background, where people wouldn't worship him, where Severus was pushed everyday.
Lily was supposed to be shunned by the elder Potter after that little scene, and all the Marauders for that matter. They were supposed to hate her for her cruelty, and then, she would come to him. After Potter was through with her, Lily would have no one to turn to but Severus.
Lucius had ruined it. Lucius had called him a fool.
Everyone called him a fool.
Except Harry…
No, he does not matter. Severus roughly smeared the window with his palm, trailing fingerprints across the pane.
"Lily" was supposed to be a distraction for Potter, her scathing words were meant to wound him and push him away. He was supposed to be too depressed to play today.
"Damn Quidditch." Severus muttered grumpily.
It was Slytherin versus Gryffindor that dreary morning, and Severus was already tired of it. He didn't enjoy Quidditch days; there was too much happiness and House pride.
Not that every day wasn't like that.
Severus pushed himself away from the window and strode toward the Great Hall. It was going to be chaos as soon as he opened those doors.
I hate Quidditch. He glared at little first years darting past him. It's a waste of time in my opinion.
"Good morning Severus."
The wizard turned sharply, eyes narrowing distastefully. "Potter." He muttered.
Harry smirked. "I had a wicked idea after you ditched me last night." He sent a slight glare.
Severus sighed impatiently, shooting a wary glance toward the Great Hall. It would do no good for someone to see the two of them together…unless it was the elder Potter of course, then perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.
It might even make things more exciting. He smiled secretly.
"…together? Severus! You're not even listening to what I'm saying!" Harry jabbed him angrily.
Dark orbs glared down at the shorter boy. "What?"
"I said, how about we go to the Quidditch game together?" Harry repeated.
"Quidditch game…" Severus trailed off.
"The one we're having today?" Harry reminded. "How could you possibly forget, we're going to kick Gryffindor's arse!"
Severus winced away from Harry's cheerful voice.
"Whatever."
"So is that a yes or no Severus?" Harry trailed after him as he began to move toward the Great Hall.
"What?" Severus glanced down as they headed toward their table.
Harry sighed irritably. "What's wrong with you today, you're really distracted. We're going to the game together whether you like it or not."
They sat beside Lucius and Narcissa, who stopped their early morning chat to send morning greetings toward the two late comers.
"What's wrong with you Severus?" Narcissa looked over his weary form. "You look like you haven't slept at all." She scowled. "Are you still going to be able to finish my Potions Homework?"
All they do is use me. Severus glared. "Yes Black, I will." He muttered darkly.
"Why don't you try to do your own work for once?" Harry spoke up. "Wait, never mind, I forgot that there wasn't enough space in your tiny head for a brain."
The blonde gasped in shocked rage. "How dare you! You worthless little – "
"Please Narcissa; I am in no mood for your arguing." Lucius interrupted, draping a loose arm around her shoulders to silence her.
"Yes Lucius dear, I'm terribly sorry; I had forgotten you had a headache." The witch whimpered apologetically.
"It's fine." Lucius waved off her words, he turned toward Harry with a leering smile. "Good morning by the way." He purred.
Harry frowned. "Er, morning." He turned back toward his breakfast and stuffed his mouth with eggs in an attempt to remain out of further conversation.
Lucius chuckled. "Severus, your little pet is adorable; you should bring him to play more often."
Harry suddenly choked as Severus glared at the older teen. "Watch it Malfoy." He hissed. "And he is not my pet."
"Oh? What is he then?" Lucius grinned.
You could almost hear the grinding of teeth as Severus stood from the table and grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him along.
The laughter followed them out of the Great Hall as Lucius secretly taunted them.
"Severus, what did he – "
"Oi, what do you think you're doing with him?"
This is just what I need! Severus growled, tightening his hold on Harry's arm, causing the boy to squeak in pain.
"Let him go Snape." James stepped up beside Sirius, who had blocked their escape.
Severus smiled sweetly. "Why Potter, Harry and I were just heading off to the Library to have a harmless conversation." His eyes narrowed. "We are allowed to talk, are we not?"
Harry gulped as he looked from his brother and friends, to his boyfriend. Wait, boyfriend? Shit, I can't let them find out!
"Right, we were off to talk." He laughed nervously. "I don't want to keep you from your breakfast James, so go ahead, I'll be fine." Harry said hurriedly as he began to move away.
"Harry." James said warningly.
"Good luck at your game!"
Harry turned and ran down the hall, dragging Severus behind him. When he felt he had put enough space between them, he turned back toward his boyfriend.
"I'm so sorry about that." He panted. "But I didn't want them to start putting two and two together."
Severus roughly pulled his arm away with a sneer. "Indeed, and running off down the hall with my hand in yours is not suspicious enough."
Harry scowled. "Come on; let's go get ready for the Quidditch match."
"I do not wish to attend." Severus glared.
"Well too bad, we're going." Harry stepped forward and brushed a loose strand of hair from the taller teen's face. "You know, you would look really nice if you tied back your hair once in a while." He commented.
My hair? Severus stared in shock; no one ever mentioned his hair unless they were making fun of him and its texture. But Harry thought he would look nice with it tied up…
"Perhaps." He managed to choke.
Harry flashed a bright grin and tugged at a dark sleeve. "Let's go."
Severus followed meekly behind; perhaps it wouldn't be so horrible to be a little nicer to Harry. He would have to see.
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The crowd was roaring with life as Harry and Severus stepped outside. The Quidditch Pitch was alive with movement as the students of Hogwarts filled its stands with their green and red selves.
By the time they had managed to agree on Severus' "look"; he was now sporting a green, silk tie in his hair; the game had already started.
"I knew I shouldn't have come." Severus muttered, unconsciously swiping invisible hairs from his face.
"Quit being a spoil sport." Harry laughed as they began to climb the stairs toward their stands.
They managed to push through the throng of Slytherins, hurrying toward an empty spot before it was filled by cheering fans. Because everyone was so closely pushed together, no one noticed the linked hands between the two.
"We're going to have so much fun Severus!" Harry called above the roar.
Fun, right.
With little difficulty they found a place to stand and cheer for their team. The Gryffindors across the way booed at them and waved their red and gold flags as the Slytherins did the same.
The match had already started and the players were in the air, flying about and trying to score points. Slytherin was in the lead at the moment, Gryffindor trailing far behind. Harry grinned as he spied his brother trying to score points on their Keeper.
"James is the worse Chaser at Hogwarts!" He screamed in his direction.
James missed the throw and another of his teammates immediately took his place. How James had heard him over the crowd, Harry would never know, but suddenly his brother was turned and scowling in his direction.
Without missing a beat, Harry flipped him off and stuck his tongue out. Suddenly Slytherin had the Quaffle and the Slytherin Chasers managed to slip it past the Gryffindor Keeper and scored points.
James' attention was back on the game and Harry laughed.
Harry was practically jumping in joy now, he was so happy to be at the game with Severus, it could almost pass as a date. He didn't even mind if they had to be discrete, he was enjoying himself too much.
Severus watched the younger wizard from the corner of his eye. Harry's cheeks were flushed a healthy pink from the crisp breeze fluttering about their tightly wrapped scarves and his eyes were glazed with happiness.
He looks so happy. Severus mused, eyes switching back toward the game. He looks soft, like a girl almost. I wonder what would happen if he were to be wearing a glamour.
His gaze darted back toward Harry's face, focusing on the boy's flushed lips.
Why do I feel the need to kiss him? He frowned.
"What's wrong Severus?" Harry smiled breathlessly, his face upturned and relaxed.
Severus jerked his focus back onto the game. "It's nothing." He said dismissively.
"Don't lie to me Sev!" Harry laughed over the roar of the crowd. He grinned wickedly and slipped his hand down Severus' thigh.
What does he think he's doing! Severus stiffened in surprise.
"Come with me for a second." Harry lifted himself to whisper in Severus' ear.
Without waiting for a response Harry grabbed Severus' hand and pulled him through the crowd. Another cheer went up as they made it to the stairs, Harry laughed.
"We're definitely winning against Gryffindor." He called over his shoulder.
They descended the stairs and Harry then led them under the stands. Severus stood, glaring at the empty wrappers and trash littering the ground.
"What is the reason for dragging me here?" It's filthy.
"Kiss me." Harry murmured, locking their fingers.
"What?" Severus tried to pull back.
Harry held onto Severus' hands and pulled him closer, until they were chest to chest. "I said, kiss me." His voice was husky. "I know you want to; I can see it in your eyes."
"I don't know what you're – "
There were no more arguments as Harry tipped his head forward and smashed their lips together. Severus' muffled moaned hummed against Harry's mouth as the older boy pulled them tighter together, raking his fingers through Harry's locks.
Yes, this is what I need. Even if it is just Harry, I want someone to love me.
Harry moaned as Severus proceeded to snog him silly, feeling the heat and lust well up between them. Their hands were everywhere at once, roaming across flushed skin as they burrowed beneath each other's sweaters and shirts.
Hips thrust upward and their crotches brushed wantonly against one another. Harry quivered at the torrent of emotions washing through him.
He was too lost in the warm tingles running up and down his spine to hear the surprised gasp behind them. Severus did however, and he broke away, eyes flaming at the person who had interrupted them.
"What do you want?" He spat, straightening out his clothes.
Harry's eyes widened in fear as he blinked away his confusion and turned.
"Remus?" He squeaked, face flushing in embarrassment.
"H-harry." The Gryffindor seemed just as embarrassed, quickly shielding his eyes away from the sight.
Harry groaned and pulled away from Severus, putting space between them quickly. "Remus, it's not what you think." He said hurriedly.
Severus let out a bark of laughter, making the two wizards flinch.
"Not what it seems?" Severus chuckled darkly. "What is it then Harry?"
Remus lowered his hands and laughed nervously. "He has a point Harry, there's no way it couldn't have been what it seems. You were snogging, there's no way around it."
Shaking hands tangled in dark locks as Harry whined helplessly. "Moony, please, please don't tell James."
Severus crossed his arms in irritation and stepped closer to the panicking boy. Harry quickly glanced up and smiled slightly.
There was a sigh and the two Slytherins turned toward Remus in question.
"I won't tell him."
Harry's eyes widened. "What? You won't?" He seemed shocked.
"That's what he just said." Severus muttered.
Remus smiled. "No, I won't." He sighed and glanced away. "It's not my place to tell him, it's yours and you know it."
Harry bowed his head and nodded. "Yeah, I know." He glanced up again. "I'll tell him, just not right now, I don't want him to find out at this time."
The amber eyed wizard nodded. "Very well, I shall keep your secret then."
"Why are you taking this so well?" Severus glared suspiciously.
There was a short laugh. "I've actually known for a while, I was just surprised to catch the two of you snogging."
"You've known?" Harry cried. "How! we've kept it a secret from everyone!"
Remus chuckled and pointed to his nose. "You know why Harry." He shrugged.
Severus narrowed his eyes. He didn't like it when he was out of the loop. Something odd was going on with Lupin; there had always been something off about him.
"Let's go Harry." Severus interrupted their secret converse. "It's becoming chilly and I don't wish to watch the game any longer."
"Alright." Harry took his hand and glanced back toward the lone Marauder. "Thank you Remus."
"Anytime Harry." Moony replied with a small wave.
The Slytherin pair took their leave, Severus trying to pull his hand out of Harry's hold and Harry simply clinging on happily.
Remus shook his head. "James is going to be pissed when he finds out."