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Chapter III – They Brought Each Other Together Again.
Severus looked up at Lily for reassurance. He looked into her eyes and for a split second, thought saw a flicker of something, something more than lingering laughter.
Then as quick as it was there, it was gone. Was it there at all?
He must've imagined it.
And then he saw it again.
…
She sat, straddling him with her arms resting on his shoulders. Her emerald eyes fixed on his lips, her mouth was open and she was breathing heavier than usual.
Severus swallowed. He didn't know what this meant. The amount of times he'd imagined this moment and now it was actually happening, he couldn't believe it. He could feel the tension between them growing, the need and greed of something to be done. He could feel it prickling under his skin. The precious moments before a kiss; where the longing and lust either take over, or ruin everything.
She bit her full, pink bottom lip and furrowed her brow. He could tell she was thinking the same thing; should they risk their friendship for a kiss?
What friendship? Said a nasty little voice in his head. She hasn't spoken to you for 3 months, that's not friendship. It's already been ruined. She ruined it when she abandoned you for that Potter. Well let's see how he likes it. Kiss her.
God how he wanted to listen to that voice. It would give him what he wanted, what he always wanted, the only thing he could dream of wanting. Her.
Lily tilted her head to the side, her hands still resting on his shoulders.
This was it. She was going to kiss him.
She leaned into him, closing her eyes.
Severus tensed, too scared to move.
Lily must've sensed him seize because she straightened her head and swallowed, licking her lips.
"What's the matter?" she sounded worried.
He looked back up into her face, much of it was in shadow. He couldn't think of anything to say. Why had he frozen?
Lily Evans, the girl he'd been in love with for most of his life, was just about to kiss him and he'd ruined it. He swallowed hard and tried to say something but nothing came out. He struggled to the grasp words, to try and explain to her, but he failed.
Lily raised her hands to cup his face, her eyes searching for answers. He watched her, watching him.
The backs of his eyes began to burn, he closed them in an effort to block out the pain. It only made it worse. Hot, burning tears spilled down his cheeks before he could stop them. A sob racked his chest and poured out of his tormented soul. He sat there, with the woman he loved sitting in his lap, and he cried.
She held the back of his head and brought him into her as he sobbed. She held him like she did the night his mother died. The night she tracked him down and stayed with him, comforting him until every sob had been squeezed from his heart. His head flooded with more bitter-sweet memories of them together.
Sitting on the swings as the sun started setting. His twelfth birthday and she'd bought him an eagle feather quill. Standing in the astronomy tower, showing her the star he'd named after her. The first time he saw her face as he watched her behind their tree... and the look on her face when he'd said the worst thing that a wizard, a friend, could say to her. Mudblood.
It was his fault. It was his fault he'd lost her, no one else's. He'd turned against his best friend, the woman he loved. He'd lost her. But now he'd won her back and he wasn't letting go this time.
His fists bunched, clenching her jumper, pulling her closer as his unforgivable tears fell onto her shoulder. His breath was erratic and his vision was blurred, his mind stuck like a broken record, playing the same, heart-breaking memory over and over again.
She held him tightly, her head tucked into their embrace. Her warmth filled him up and allowed him to temporarily forget the pain, until there was only her.
He'd never felt so vulnerable, and so safe at the same time.
She held him until his tears subsided.
He sniffed loudly. Then feeling embarrassed, pulled himself away from her, looking down. Her hand touched his chin and softly pushed upward so she could meet his gaze. She looked into his eyes; he could feel they were red and puffy. She smiled and wiped his cheeks with her sleeves.
"If I'd known that trying kissing you would reduce you to tears, I wouldn't have done it." she joked.
He was mortified, she thought this was because of her.
"Oh god no, it's not you. It's not you- no, never you, you're perfect. It's just I-" he paused, looking into her eyes. "After the way I treated you, I'm getting a second chance to be your friend and I don't want to potentially ruin it by kissing you. I just got you back Lils."
She didn't answer, she just looked at him with a blank expression. A lifetime seemed to pass before she said.
"You think I'm perfect?"
Severus blinked, then nodded.
"I've always thought you were perfect." he admitted.
She tilted her head and smiled.
"Oh, Severus." she sighed and lightly kissed him on the forehead, it spread through his skull. "I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news but," she raised her hands to his face, "you haven't got me back."
His stomach dropped, and the emptiness started seeping its way back in.
"I can't be friends with you," she continued, "I can't forget what you said Sev," she paused, then inched herself closer, so close her lips touched his as she spoke, "but I can try to forgive." she purred.
Suddenly, every fibre in his body was alive, every hair was standing on end. She looked down at him, her beautiful pink lips parted. She held his face as her mouth gently pressed against his, sweet and brief.
He let out a strangled moan, he didn't know if it was from pleasure or frustration, all he knew is he wanted more. But he was scared.
He didn't want to ruin it, he didn't want to pale in comparison to James Potter. He ran his hands down her sides and slid his hands underneath the seam of her jumper. He lightly ran his fingertips around to her back, fanning his fingers outward and brushing against her spine.
She moaned and kissed him again, this time with more force, filled with more passion. Severus was surprised her reaction was so powerful, a deep groan grumbled in his chest and his gut clenched.
Longing and desire welled up inside him, like a balloon ready to burst. He went hard as stone, his erection throbbing. He pressed his palms tightly against the smooth contours of her back, moulding her body to his as she fed him open-mouthed kisses, gently sliding her tongue in and out his mouth.
Her hands never stopped moving; from his face to his neck, to his shoulders and down his arms and back up. He moaned and grabbed the back of her auburn hair, holding her tighter to him. He was so turned on, she was better than any fantasy he'd had of her.
She slid her hands up his to his head and ran her fingernails through his hair, sparking electricity through his scalp. She pulled on his hair gently and ran her hands through it, soothing and stirring at the same time. His desire pulled him further, he could feel his erection painfully pressing into his button-fly, he felt as though he was about to explode. He kissed her more ferociously, carnal.
If she was his, only for this brief moment, he wasn't going to waste it. A feminine moan escaped from her lips as she dove deeper into the kiss. She raised herself up, squeezing her thighs. Her movements rubbed sensuously against his erection, bringing him dangerously close to the edge. Breaking the kiss, he yelped in pleasure. He didn't know how much longer he could last.
She'd positioned herself higher and he could feel the warmth of her against his cock, she was as aroused as he was. He looked at her, his eyes felt heavy and his brain felt like it was filled with air.
She was looking down. Suddenly, it felt like he was dowsed in cold water.
"What's the matter?" he asked her. She shook her head lightly.
"I can't do this" she said, quite breathlessly. "I can't do this to James."
His anger began to bubble. He hated she fact she called him 'James' now. Before it was 'Potter' or 'The Arrogant Toe-rag', or during a heated rant she'd created his favourite 'The Arrogant Toe-rag of Arrogant Toe-ragged-ness'. That one still made him smile, sometimes but not now.
She raised her head sadly.
"I'm sorry Sev." she said, and all his anger evaporated. The bubbling disappeared as quick as it had started.
Her eyes were glazed and her lips were full and pink and so very kissable. God he wanted to kiss her again. His erection seemed to agree.
He pulled the back of her neck and jerked his head to kiss her again. She was willing, but hesitant. Her once untameable passion had gone. He kissed her, as she'd kissed him. And she kissed him back.
She rubbed herself gently against him, causing friction in his trousers. Pleasure tingled all over his body, and he smiled. He kissed her and smiled. This was everything he'd ever wanted, everything he'd ever wished to have.
And it was going to have to end, he knew it. He'd have to tell her that it was so late to save him, to save them. The brand was still tender, burning on his forearm. There was no turning back from his vows.
For this, she'd never forgive him.
EPILOGUE
Many years had passed, and not a moment went by that he didn't think of Lily.
He missed her always,
He loved her always.
Once they'd parted after their unintentional passionate affair, they'd never spoken about it again.
But following that, they'd stayed secret friends. A surreptitious smile in the corridor, a subtle wave during feasts, an inconspicuous counter-curse during a fight.
Severus never stood in the way of James and Lily, although he did enjoy hexing him for fun.
He knew that she loved him, and he didn't want to keep her from happiness.
Even if that meant losing her to another man.
After Hogwarts, she married James and he'd joined Voldemort.
Separate paths; just like she'd said.
He never did tell her that he'd joined Voldemort at such an early age.
He didn't want to. He knew what it would do to her.
In hindsight, revenge seemed so trivial.
If he could go back, he'd have chosen differently.
He would have chosen Her.
He'd never stopped loving his friend, his best friend.
He'd love her. Always.
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