Yay! Chapter three! Thanks to my kind reviewers. A few things about this chapter there is brief mention of some femme slash don't want to ruin it by saying more you will understand when you read it. I have changed the thought notation Severus' thoughts are in plain italics and James' thoughts are in (parentheses and italics). Enjoy and please review. And if you have constructive criticism it is accepted but please do have your facts straight before saying anything. Thanks.

~SakuraSex

Sorry it took forever. Hopefully the summer will help speed things up. Enjoy!

Severus found himself stepping out of the prefects bathroom warm, refreshed, and most importantly clean. He was finally able to bathe on a regular basis with the password to the deserted prefects bathroom. It was well worth the service he gave the blonde to receive it.

The raven haired wizard was puzzled by the events that plagued him this past week. Especially the behavior of one James Potter. Ever since last Tuesday, when he was called out of charms by Pomefery, the Gryffindor seeker had been acting strange. One minute he was staring at Severus either lost in fantasy or in deep thought, the next James was hexing the hell out of him. Not that he minded the staring, but the hexing he could do without. Severus wondered what was the matter with the boy. He then mentally slapped himself for caring.

James had ripped himself in half over the past week. He had found that he was becoming very fond of a certain Slytherin know-it-all. His feelings were growing like wildfire and there was no stopping them. Since James was enlightened on the boy's situation, he began to think differently of Snape. So much so that he found himself staring at his obsidian eyes, porcelain skin, thin wrists, and many other places. He had also begun to admire his snarky attitude and witty comments that he had detested before.

He longed to see more like how he looked when embarrassed or happy. Unfortunately, his pride got the better of him. Despite how he felt on the inside, the seeker had been more nasty to Snape now than he had ever been. James fled from his feelings and attempted to suppress them with coming on to Lily. He figured if Lily would fall for him all of this would just disappear.

Severus noticed James walking down the hall talking with Sirius. Oh no! if he sees me… The Slytherin quickly turned the other way, but the seeker had already spotted him. Snape put up his static front as James approached him. He could never let the Gryffindor know of his long term unrequited love, so he masked it with cold, rude behavior.

"Snivellus, I was having such a good day. Why did your face have to go and ruin it?"( I don't mean it… not a single word.) "My, your hair is greasy… its called a shower Snape, a shower." He taunted.

"Yes I know that seeing as that's where I just came from. My hair is wet potter anyone with two eyes can see that let alone four. I suggest a new pair of glasses, maybe then you could look in the mirror and fix that dull, frizzy mop you call hair." (Merlin he's so witty…) Not wanting the fight to escalate, Severus shoved past the seeker and headed into the Great Hall.

James was struck with a sensation that made his heart skip a beat. A pleasant aroma eluding from the passing boy teased his senses. Severus' natural smell was something like satin ribbons and cashmere with a slight dusting of baby powder. A clean, natural sweet-smelling sent. James lost himself in his thoughts. (Mhmm…) The seeker imagined how he would hold the frail figure. How would his skin feel against his own?

"--ames?, JAMES?!" Sirius shouted, waving his hands before James' eyes trying to get the other teen's attention.

"Oh sorry Siri, I just spaced out for a second there…" (Too dangerous. I've got to get my mind off of him. He's my enemy nothing more. I must find Lily.)

As if on cue a redheaded Gryffindor called out to James. It was Lily Evans.

"James could I talk to you for a moment? In private." (Perfect timing!)

"It would be a pleasure my fair maiden." James responded with a wink. Lily smiled reluctantly. It was clear that she was anything but enjoying James' swooning.

The two sauntered into an empty corridor. Lily stopped and turned to face James, but he spoke first.

"So," he began, "ready to confess your undying love for me?" The girl took a deep breath and stared straight into James'eyes.

"No." She said simply. James face distorted into one of confusion. "James, I consider you somewhat of a friend so… I owe you an explanation. I realize you've been um, shamelessly trying to woo me for a while so I just want you to know I'm not available."

"Oh…" James looked as if he had been backed into a corner. (No, no, no. This can't… I can't…) The noble Gryffindor had to try and remedy the situation. "Well if you ever get bored of him or whatever you can always come to me my dear." James said with a hardy smile.

"No actually I cant." She took another deep breath. "James, I don't like men."

Her words had frozen him stiff. (That's it. There's nothing. No chance ever, at all.) "You ok…?" Lily inquired.

"Well I'm glad your happy(I'm screwed.) and the best of luck to you and your girl."

She smiled. "Thanks and good luck to you as well. (Yes, I'll need it.) The right person is out there for you to you know. I'll bet they're right under your nose."(More like just under my chin…)

The seeker opted against going back to the other Marauders. Instead, he found himself up in the astronomy tower looking out at the dusky sky. James was acting like a coward. Gryffindor's are brave, noble, and strong leaders, but here he was running away from his feelings. The teen decided to push his pride to the side and go with his feelings. He felt a considerable weight lift from his shoulders and headed back to the room.