It was another normal day for 7th year Howarts student Severus Snape. But in the hallways on his way to class, it seemed that instead of sneering at him or trying to flirt with him, the slytherins and griffindors were all talking about the upcoming quiddich game that would happen later that day. It was one of the last games in the season, and everyone knew the two houses despised eachother, so naturally, it was quite a big deal with the other students. Severus never really cared for the sport, especially because James Potter was in it, and Severus knew that when Slytherin lost the match, James and his gang would rub it in his face. But Severus had a bit of hope for this year. Slytherin had already won most games this season, and everyone in the school knew why. Lucius Malfoy had been made captain of the team. He was in the same year as Severus, and a prefect. There was no doubt that he was intelligent, a bit more so than his peers. Severus always thought there was something different about him, something that made him blush when Lucius walked past, something that made him wish they would talk a bit more frequently, but he could never quite put his finger on it. He chalked it up to admiration most of the time. Of course he would admire Lucius. He was an intelligent, blonde, pureblooded boy, who liked to spend his free time in the library. What wasn't there to like? But sometimes, Severus found himself thinking his feelings were a bit more than that...

"Good morning, Severus." Snape instantly turned around to see who was talking to him. There, right behind him, proudly stood Lucius Malfoy. "M-Morning." Severus stuttered. "You've heard of the quiddich game coming up, haven't you?" Lucius asks. Severus nods in reply. "It's a big day. A very big day indeed. I'm proud to lead slytherin house to victory." Lucius states, smirking triumphantly. "You should have tried out for the team, Severus. I have a feeling you would be good." Lucius remarks. "Well.. I don't really play sports..." Severus responds quietly. "Not the athletic type, hm? That's a shame. Neither am I, to be honest. That's why I prefer to be in charge." Lucius replies, smiling broadly. "Well.. I have to get to class.. I'll watch the match, though. Ill be cheering for our team." Severus says, turning away and beginning to walk. "See you soon, my prince." Lucius mutters. Severus almost stops in his tracks, but forces himself to keep walking as if he hadn't heard it. He obviously wasn't meant to hear it, anyway. He most likely heard him wrong. But he couldn't stop thinking about it. Lucius.. had called him his prince? Maybe it was referring to his nickname, the half blood prince, but how could Lucius know of that? His prince.. Severus blushed profusely. Deep down, he hoped that he hadn't heard Lucius wrong.