A/N: Sev's reaction when Lily and James start dating. My girlfriend was throwing prompts at me, because I had literally no idea what to write. The word that started this was "envy."
Enjoy!
Severus watched her walk down the corridors with that toerag, Potter. She had always maintained that she couldn't stand him—that there was as much of a chance of her going out with him as there was of Dumbledore joining forces with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Well, Severus thought, bitterly, I hope that the wizarding world is prepared to see their greatest hero go to the Dark Side.
Because Lily Evans was now dating James Potter. Kissing, hand-holding and all. It was absolutely disgusting. What had he done to win her over? He was still just as arrogant and immature. And he wasn't even that good-looking.
Maybe he slipped her a love potion.
He could get expelled for that. And he already did plenty of things that could get him expelled, so it didn't seem like such a far-fetched notion.
Maybe it's because he's the new Quidditch Captain.
But Lily wasn't that shallow. She wouldn't go for a guy just because he was popular…would she?
To be honest, Severus didn't even know anymore. She felt so foreign to him now, and he sometimes wondered if he had ever really known her at all. He hadn't spoken to her since fifth year, and any knowledge that he had of her well-being was what he could find out by watching, following, or listening in on gossip.
But there was one thing that was clear to him.
Right now, he wanted to be James Potter. He wanted to be the one who had the joy of holding Lily, making her laugh, hearing her secrets…
He watched from the back of the Charms class as Potter talked to her, absently twirling her red locks around his fingers. Severus wondered how that felt…how soft her hair was…how he could be so accustomed to touching her that he didn't have to even think about it! He didn't have to watch his every move. He didn't have to carefully choose each word before he said it.
The Green Monster that had been born in his chest the moment that Potter had stolen Lily away roared, out of rage, anguish, longing, and a hundred other emotions that coursed through his body.
Why can't that be me?