CHAPTER: Bad Blood.

By the following morning he thought that the whole argument would have blown over and his mother would be her usual self but that wasn't the case. When he went down for breakfast early in the morning he found a can of corned beef that was on the table along with a note. "This is your breakfast." He looked at the can in confusion. "Mother," he called but he got no answer. He guessed that she expected him to make it himself. He couldn't even begin to figure out what do with the can of meat and didn't know what to make of the key that was attached it. He slammed it down in frustration and went back up to his room to get ready for the day.

After spending an extra ten minutes in the mirror examining his reflection, he picked up his bag and walked down stairs. By then his mother was awake and was doing her morning dusting ritual. He looked in the kitchen hoping that she would have cooked something by then but the can on corned beef was still on the table where he left it. When he entered the living room she began to hum a song loudly. "I'm going, I might not be back tonight," he said. She began to hum even louder and dust the book shelf with abnormal determination. "Okay then." He said then left the room for the front door.

It was obvious that she wasn't speaking to him. He wasn't too bothered about it, she was the wrong one anyway. She had not right to talk about Lily the way she did, trying to say she was some kind of scarlet woman. Then the whole incident with the condom was blown way out of proportion. So what if he had one, all the guys at work had. It wasn't like he had planned to use it for anything. He just wanted to have one because it was something normal guys had and he was tired of being abnormal.

So what if she didn't want to wash his clothes or cook food for him. He could manage just fine on his own. He was fairly okay with household spells and he could buy food when he reached to London, he didn't need her to take care of him, he could take care of himself. Besides, when she was getting on his nerves he could always go to Lily's house, which was exactly what he planned to do.

-o-

Lily didn't tell him before but Petunia's school was having a fun raiser and Petunia insisted that Lily stay home. He couldn't believe that he was so lucky that he should be left in a house all alone with Lily. Of course Lily would have told parents that he would be there but when they reached her house the parents and Petunia had already left. They spent about an hour or so watching television and not really saying anything before Lily had invited him to her room.

After about five minutes of kissing Lily stopped and looked at him and giggled.

"What?" he asked looking at her, wondering what he did to provoke such a response.

She shook her head. "Nothing," she whispered.

He sat up and looked at her. She head was resting on the pillow next to him. "What do you mean by nothing?" Her green eyes twinkled with amusement. Somehow it made him very uneasy.

She pulled him back down on the pillow. "I mean nothing as in nothing."

He lied down and felt his brows drawing together. Was she laughing at him? Was his mother right, was she up to something. He turned to her. She was staring at him in amusement, which was odd because he wasn't an amusing person. Suddenly he started to feel his stomach tighten. The prospect of her not fancying him shot a surge of panic through him. Not only did she know more about his anatomy that any other person besides himself but he was hopelessly in love with her. He couldn't begin to imagine what he would feel if she was less that sincere in her advances.

"What's wrong?" she asked tugging on his thin polyester shirt.

He sighed, "Why do you fancy me?" She looked taken back by the question. "Well its a simple question, it shouldn't be any problem to answer."

She sat up quickly. "Why does that sound like an accusation?"

"Well should I be accusing you." He asked sitting up once more.

She leapt over him and began to pick up pieces of clothing from the floor. "No, is it wrong that I should fancy you."

He looked at her as she frantically picked up the mess that was on the floor. "Well you seem to think it is wrong."

She began 'folding' her clothes and tossing them in the closet. "Well what am I supposed to think if I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for months? That you are always in my head and I can't get you out."

"Well why is it such a problem, I have been thinking about you for years."

"Only as filth I'm sure."

He was confused by this. "What?"

"Is it wrong that I hate that I fell for you of all people." She picked up a jeans and tossed it the closet.

"Well what's wrong with me? I guess I'm not good enough for the queen of Hogwarts, that you hate the idea of snogging someone as disgusting as me."

Her cheeks were red and eyes were dancing with rage. "That's rubbish. I hate it because you are a bloody racist."

His jaw dropped. "No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I am not."

"I seem to remember you calling me a filthy mudblood."

He slapped the palm of his hand on his floor head. "I was telling James you were a filthy mudblood, not you."

"Is there a difference?" she shouted.

"Well yes. " Se looked confused so he decided to elaborate. "Well James fancies you, what better way to get a guy upset than talking about his girl. I didn't think you would mind it, most muggle borns don't even know how much of an insult it is."

She frowned at this. "Well I know what it means, I hear it everyday at Hogwarts and the way they say it I know just how horrible it is... You really hurt me that day."

"I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you, and it's just that stupid Potter."

She frowned with her arms folded. "So do you understand why I hate that I fancy you? Do you understand that it hurts my pride to be with you?"

He got up from the bed and walked over to her and took the piece of clothes that she had 'folded' out of her hands. "Well there's really no need to fuss about that."

"How can I not. While it is right to show sympathy to those who hate it's a whole other thing to lay in the same bed with them."

He pulled her closer to him and kissed her softly on her lips, she mumbled something about 'can't' and he whispered. "I'm a halfblood... not racist."

She pulled away form him. "What?"

" I'm a halfblood, my dad is a big ole muggle." He expected her to smile at his but instead she slapped him across the face. He held his cheeks in shock. "What was that for?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You never asked."

"And you had me eating myself alive for nothing."

He held his cheek, the sting was still there. "That really hurt Lily." He looked at his face in the mirror. "Look, it left a mark." She seemed to be calming down. She reached for his check with the same hand she just slapped him with, he thought that she was going to hit him again so he filched. "Why is it that everyone seems to be angry with me for one reason or the other?" She touched his face gently.

"I'm sorry," she said. She reached out and kissed his cheeks softly. It didn't make his cheeks feel better but other parts of him did.

"It's okay," he said. He quickly forgot about the handprint across his face and went back to what they were doing before the argument. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. "I know my mother was wrong."

"Wrong about what?" she asked.

"Oh we had an argument, she was basically telling me that you were using me?"

"Why would I use you, I..."

"That's what I told her. But never mind I told her off good."

"You told her off?" she asked unwrapping his hands from around her waist.

"Yes, and now she won't speak to me...but I don't care, she basically told me I can't see you anymore until she approves. "

"What did you say to her?"

-o-

Severus opened the door to his house with a wand. Woman were so weird, when he told Lily an abbreviated version of what he said to her she kicked him out of her house, she told him not to come back until he had apologized to his mother. He hated it because he could have been spending hours with Lily in her room with no parents and no Petunia.

"MOTHER," he yelled as he went through the door. He heard the Television on and it sounded like a Coronation Street so he knew his mother was watching Television. "Mother," he said softly when he went in the room. She ignored him and went to the Television set and turned up the volume. "Mother will you stop it." But no such luck, she acted like he wasn't even there. Severus walked over the TV and turned it off.

"Youngman turn that TV back on," she finally said.

"No, not until you listen to what I have to say."

"I don't want to hear anything that you have to say."

"Well I'll say it anyway, I'm sorry for saying I'm ashamed you."

She let out a heavy breath. "I thought you said you were staying away tonight, has it ended already."

"No," he said almost nothing. "Well you certainly are relentless." He took a seat in another one of the chairs, concealing something behind his back. "She told me not to come back until I've apologised to you."

She looked at him quickly. "Did she now?"

He nodded. "Yes, and she said I should give you these." He took out a bouquet of pink tulips from behind his back. She handed them to her and she took them reluctantly. "She even picked them herself." He looked as his mother looked at the flowers and touched them softly. "So you see, she's not so bad is she."

She sat up straight in her seat. "I suppose not."

He could tell form the look in her eyes that she loved them. As long as he could remember he had never seen his father bring his mother flowers or any gifts, this must have been the first gift she got in years.

He sighed happily to himself. It was over, he had apologised, so now he was free go back to Lily's when ever he wanted and make out with her all he wanted.

"Don't think this means that I will give you back that thing." She warned.

He shrugged. "It doesn't seem to matter that much anymore."

"So you're not thinking about..."

"Merlin's beard, I'm only sixteen."

NOTE: Okay so another chapter that wasn't so funny.

Next chapter is all about moon boots and summer breeze.