Severus sat in the Slytherin common room fuming in an oversized green chair. He was feeling slightly mind fucked at the moment and he hadn't been able to force himself to go to dinner with his mates. Lucius had offered to hex a first year in front of Sev just to make him smile but Severus had declined, choosing instead to torment himself with his thoughts.
She hadn't looked at him in a year.
He had watched her from a far, sometimes for as long as thirty minutes and she had never seen him. She had never acknowledged his presence. While she had moved on, Severus had replayed those cruel words he had spat at her in his moment of rage. He had thought she would never speak to him again…and then her beautiful eyes had found his in class, a mix of anxiety and determination swirling in their depths. She had been about to speak, he would have heard her sweet voice again, but then fucking Potter had turned her away.
He felt the rage boil in his gut and he clenched his fists tightly to the arms of the chair. Potter always messed things up, always came out looking like the mighty Gryffindor he was and making Severus look like the slimy Slytherin he had become.
A loud bang of the portrait door announced the arrival of his fellow friends. Lucius walked in first, his air of assumed royality about him as he spotted Severus sulking by the fire. A wicked grin formed on his so called friends face as he approached the arm of chair and sat down. "Come now Severus. What could cause such a deep frown on your face? I mean you are doing that already half the time but your mouth is receding into your face." Lucius laughed, the rich tones bouncing off of the cold stone walls of the common room. The few other boys that had walked into the room laughed as well, some snickering behind their hands and others outright just like Lucius. Any other time Severus would have joined in. He knew he frowned a lot and he made fun of everyone else so why not take some heat but today was not the right day for that.
"Aquamenti!" Severus yelled, springing up from his chair as he shot a jet of water straight in Lucius's open mouth. The room grew quiet as his stunned classmates finally realized something was wrong with him. "I'll be in my room. Don't bother me." He mumbled, shooting Lucius one last contemptuous glance before he stalked out of the room, his robes moving about him in an angry torrent of fabric. He slammed the door behind him for good measure, making sure no one would bother him and then he finally gave into the feeling that was bursting out of him. He sat on the edge of his bed and cried.
