The Love Story
Chapter Three
Severus Snape and Sirius Black began their rosy life together. Everywhere the couple turned they saw fireworks, sunny mornings, coffee dipped doughnuts…
…well, besides the fact that whenever they went out, Snape would be assaulted by an empty water bottle.
It didn't really matter though. They passed it off as a coincidence that bottles flew every time Snape went out. Those incidents were far from ruining their happy times together.
An afternoon caught Sirius and Snape strolling hand in hand past James Potter's parlor. Their sweet moment was rudely and unceremoniously interrupted by Bellatrix's and Peter's jeers.
"Aw! Isn't that cute?" they cried in unison, mocking the couple by skipping.
Sirius ignored them and flashed his boyfriend an amiable smile. "Sev, could I borrow that beer can?" he asked, pointing to the aluminum container.
Snape shrugged. "Sure," and he watched with amusement as the junior student threw the can at the two goons.
In a surprise move, the can was caught and crushed in mid-flight.
Tom Marvolo Riddle, better known as Voldemort the Lord Murderer (a.k.a. master of all campus bullies), emerged to save his brethren.
Sirius paled. Voldemort was no joke. He turned to his mate for support.
"Sev--help..." he began but Snape had run away.
The junior hearthrob stared, hurt beyond measure and devastated. The world was once more yanked from under his feet...and this time, he was falling.
Sirius fell on the sidewalk in a dead faint.
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Someone was tapping his cheek continuously, making him feel annoyed. He finally decided to open his eyes and immediately, James' concerned face swam into view.
Sirius sat up and broke down in an embarrassed but careless sort of way in the other teen's arms.
"Oh James," he said in a shuddering voice. "Why me? Why me?"
James stroked the silky ebony hair he beautified himself. "Forget Snape," the hairdresser said defiantly. "He's just like hair after it's cut. Once it's on the floor, it's worthless...unless you're talking about Britney."
Sirius sniffed heavily. "He said he loved me...why did he leave me like that? Was he lying to me all the time?"
"He's not lying," answered the other quitely. "You're just too good for him."
The student stared unseeingly into space. "They were going to beat me up..." he said, wiping his eyes, looking at James pointedly. "Why didn't I get hurt?"
"Someone saved you..."
What? Who?
TBC
A/N: I hope you liked that…hehe. Keep hangin' on for the next installment…and I promise you guys won't have to wait that long. You're all very much appreciated! …enjoy!xD and ciAo…