Severus's p.o.v.
I'm not exactly sure why I initiated this bonding like conversation ...maybe I just want to know how different from Lily she really is. Or maybe how very alike they actually are?
She picks her glass up and takes a sip before looking at me, "I still remember the newspaper headline "Howard and Maria Stark die in car accident". I was eight and my brother twenty one. Car accident was paravane for their murder, but I learned that years later."
I can see she told this story quite a few times by now. Her face is serious and her eyes still have their usual glow ...it's like she became immune to this subject.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Do you know who murdered them?", I ask like I don't know the answer.
She shrugs, "No. When I started working for S.H.I.E.L.D. the curiosity would consume me from time to time but I never went trough secret files. I mean, there's a chance Fury doesn't know who did it."
"Maybe your brother knows."
She's about to take another sip but pauses mid doing it and looks at me, "Tony? If Tony knew who did it, the person wouldn't be alive, trust me."
"He was close with them?"
"With mom, yes. Our dad was a ...very specific and complicated person who spend most his time at Stark Industries, doing all sorts of projects. They never got along but Tony regrets that. We don't talk about our parents much but when someone mentions the great Howard Stark, you can see regret in his eyes."
"How about you?"
She smiles, "I was eight ...and a girl. My relationship with my dad was based on him telling me bedtime stories or sometimes taking the time to play with me. You can call that a good relationship I guess."
I push myself into her head but before I can see anything specific, she looks at me, "Hey, stop that.", she tells smiling, hitting my shoulder.
"I'm not stupid, I know you're doing something. Whatever you wanna know, ask, don't search for it.", she tells me backing away.
I'm surprised since most muggles can't recognize Legilimency. Actually, most wizards can't detect it if it's done right and the last time I checked, my skills where still sharp.
So your father was a scientist, right?", I ask changing the subject and she nods, "Did you follow his steps?"
"We both did.", she tells me, looking at the fire in front of her, "Genetics, I suppose. Apple doesn't fall too far from the tree."
"You said that your father was complicated ...I think you have more of him in yourself than you know."
She looks at me and arch's an eyebrow, "You're telling me that I'm complicated? You?"
"I wouldn't describe myself as complicated, just ...", I stop, trying to find a better word.
"Complexed? Introverted? Demanding?", she continues my sentence.
"All of that sounds quite awful.", I say frowning.
"I hate to break it to you, but you do come across as awful."
"Thank you, that's nice to hear.", I say, narrowing my eyes.
"Hey, I'm being honest."
"It's not what I asked for but sometimes life slips trough a back door and carves us out differently.", I say, finishing my drink.
"What exactly carved you the way you are?", she asks and I pour more liquor into the glass.
"A lot of things.", I say, taking a sip.
"For example?"
"My father was also a very complicated person but on the other side of the spectrum. He was abusive and my parents fought a lot. Now to think, I never saw them hug or kiss each other to be honest," I say and see her eyes narrow a little, empathy coming out of them.
"I'm sorry.", she tells and moves her arm towards me but stops, probably knowing that touching me isn't going to give any kind of comfort.
"You went to school here?", she asks and I nod.
"How was it?"
"It passed.", I say and she laughs, "Thought so."
She grabs the bottle and pours herself another drink. I have to say I feel comfortable in her company. Well, as comfortable as I can be.
"So ...who's the girl that broke your heart?", she blurs out the question and I freeze, "Excuse me?"
She looks at me, grinning, "You're angry and you're frustrated. Only a woman can do that to a man like you."
I raise my eyebrow, "A man like me?"
"Complexed, introverted, demanding.", she repeats herself.
I do my best keeping my usual unimpressed facial expression, "I don't know what you're talking about."
I'm not prepared to talk about Lily with her.
"Oh come on. Really?", she asks, taking a sip.
"You can always read my mind if you like.", I challenge her and she slams her glass onto the table and leans towards me.
Narrowing her green eyes, she looks right into mine. Her face is serious as she narrows her eyes a little more, like that's going to help her get into my head. I press my lips together, fighting a smile. She has so many lairs. She goes from annoying to serious, to fiery and feisty to childish. I loose my inner battle and a smile forms on my face, making her smile as well.
"Hey, I tried.", she tells me, backing away.
"But failed.", I say, a smile still painted across my face.
"You should smile more.", she tells me, pulling her long fingers trough her wavy hair and looking at my lips.
I do drink but usually stop after a glass. I'm on my third full glass, feeling the alcohol hit my head. Lily is far away from my thoughts now and, the only thing I can think of is to jump off my seat and grab her head, pressing her cherry lips onto mine while tangling my fingers into her soft hair. I breath trough my nose and her perfume fills my nostrils, making me more aroused.
Fortunately, she stands up, holding her glass and walks towards the bookshelf.
"I see you like to read.", she comments as I take a few deep breaths in attempt to calm myself down.
I clear my throat, "I do."
"Same but I don't recognize any of the authors."
"Because they're not muggles."
"Ah, yes.", she tells me and I sense annoyance in her voice.
I suppose she's been refereed as muggle a lot there days and is fed up with the word.
"What's your favorite book?"
"Anything to do with potion-making. Specifically Advance potion-making.", I say, realizing how boring that sounds.
"I can't find it.", she informs me so I stand up and walk towards her.
Within seconds, I pull the book out and show it to her. She takes it out of my hand and opens in, reading trough some pages.
"Do you like to read?", I ask as her eyes focus on reading material.
"I do.", she tells, closing the book and handing it back to me.
"What's your favorite book?"
She leans on the bookshelf and looks at me, taking a big sip of the brown liquor, "I like Russian realism. Almost everything from Tolstoy."
"Anna Karenina.", I say and she smiles, "Correct. Love the book. Have you read it?"
She tilts her head, revealing her long, swan line neck. I feel the heat rise up in my body. Her presence is captivating to me. It's like I drank a love potion and now she's the only thing I can think of, I can look at.
I open my mouth but nothing comes out.
Focus, dammit!
"I ...I ...did ...and ...", I struggle to say, my thoughts wrapping around her body.
The feeling of tenseness finally become too much for me and I grab her behind her head, pressing her lips onto mine. She drops her glass and grabs me by the suit, pulling me closer, as it was possible. She opens her mouth and my tongue slides in, gliding over hers. I place my arms around her waist, pulling her bottom part closer as she runs her fingers trough my hair. Her hand slides down my neck and she starts to unbutton my shirt. We part, gasping for air and in that moment my eyes see a book that brings sense to my mind. Magic potions and elixirs, the book Lily gave me for my birthday. Evelyn leans to kiss me again but I back away.
"You have to go.", I say, walking away from her.
"What?"
"I said go!", I yell, not facing her but soon enough hear the door slam.
Lust is replaced with anger that's boiling and building up in me. I rub my face with my palms, trying to comprehend what just happened. Taking my glass, I finish the drink and slam the glass against the fireplace wall. I'm not angry because I forgot about Lily ...I'm angry because she still has so much of me that I pushed away the first person that ever tried to approach me.
