Severus sat two seats behind Lily. He looked up at her every now and then, making sure no one would get suspicious.
The professor droned on. He was so bored. Why couldn't they be doing more Dark Art work?
Severus was very interested in the dark arts, he couldn't deny it, but not as much as everyone thought he was.
Yes, he was amazed at how they worked and their powers. He was amazed at their strengths and weakness's and how they effect people.
But they weren't something he spent all his spare time engrossed in.
"Oi, Snivy! Move a bit to the left, i can almost see my reflection in your greaseball of hair." Shouted Potter's voice.
Severus turned around to see Potter smirking pleased with hmself as the rest of the class roared with laughter... everyone but Lily who sat rigid in front of him.
"Mr. Potter, that was inappropriate." Came the professor's voice.
Severus went back to his work, his teeth clenched, a hundred hexes flooded Severus's brain, he couldn't choose one to hex Potter with.
Potter and Black's snickering filled up the rest of the class, while some people in the class whispered things to one another, pointing or staring at Severus.
He felt exposed and vunerable which made his anger and hate for Potter sear even more.
Severus sank even lower in his seat and put his head down and concentrated, trying to block to voices out of his head.
"Professor, can i ask you a question?" Black asked innocently.
"Yes, Mr. Black?" The professor asked.
"When Snape hands in his work, can you read it? I mean, wouldn't there be grease all over the paper, he puts his greasy little nose over it, i wouldn't believe yop if you said you could read it. Or do you just give him a good mark out of pity?" Black asked with a straight face.
The class burst out laughing. The professor couldn't even hide a small laugh. Severus looked around him.
Everyone was looking and pointing at him. Laughing at his face. It was a nightmare.
He felt like screaming and running at Potter and Black, but his legs didn't move.
Anger seared up in him but was estinguished by embarrassment and fear.
He looked at Lily who was laughing with her friend Alice. She saw his gaze and she stopped laughing and looked guilty.
Severus looked back at the professor who didn't seem to be doing anything.
He droped his head in shame as a burning, tingling, watery sensation began to build up in his eye.
"Aww, Snivy, don't get a teary now... be a big boy." Potter said mockingly.
Severus stood up and took a last look around his before storming out of the roaring class of laughter.
He walked down the moving staircases and out of the castle and towards the lake. He walked quickly around it until he got to a large bush. Behind it were two tall trees. Severus sat down behind the bush, his back against the tree.
He liked this spot. No one from the school grounds or castle could see him. He could sit here as long as he wanted and nobody would know where he was.
He took his wand out of his robes and begun fiddiling with it between his fingers.
As he did, the memory of Lily's face began to play over and over in his mind.