Love Potions Gone Wrong

Severus Snape was ecstatic. Of course, this was hard to tell because he was able to school his features to make him look as if he were half bored and half angry. He was rather proud of this skill and used it as much as he could. The reason for his uplifted mood was because he managed to brew the strongest love potion in the entire world – or so he liked to think.

Standing in front of his open wardrobe closet, Severus went over his choices: black robes, dark robes, or very dark black robes. Snape decided to be a little cheerful and picked the first option. He carefully carried his clothes over towards his bed and began to polish his shoes.

"What are you doing, Snape?" asked Alden Mulciber, standing by the doorway and raising an eyebrow at the boy who was whistling a cheerful tune.

Normally, Severus would just sneer, or glare coldly, muttering a string of incoherent words under his breath to let them know he didn't want to be interrupted. But Snape chose to ignore the boy while he added more shoe polish on to his rag.

Mulciber realised something was strange too, for he backed away from the room, confused to why his roommate hadn't hexed him yet.

Ten minutes later, Snape descended the staircase leading to the Slytherin common room. He concealed the goblet filled with Amortentia disguised as pumpkin juice in his robes pocket as he nodded his greetings to his fellow house mates.

He confidently strode out of the common room and ascended several staircases until he reached the Great Hall. It was locked, as Snape suspected, because dinner wasn't for another hour or so. But Severus was prepared. Mumbling an advanced unlocking spell, the door to the Great Hall burst open and Severus quickly entered, quietly closing the door behind him.

Instead of walking over towards his house table, Snape veered right until he reached the Gryffindor table. He placed the goblet filled with light orange liquid onto the place he knew his love always sat. Snape smiled. It was finally going to happen. The one thing he dreamed about since he was eleven years old:

Lily Evans was going to fall in love with him.

After the 'Mudblood Incident' Lily avoided talking to Snape at all costs and refused to acknowledge his existence. Snape tried desperately to win his best friend back, but Lily remained stubborn.

So Snape said 'ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!' He was going to win Lily even if it was the last thing he did. He spent all last week working on the potion to make it perfect, and thanks to his natural talent at the subject, it was. Now Lily and he would be able to live their lives worshipping the Dark Lord, learning about the Dark Arts, basking in all things dark and nothing – not even Potter – was going to stop him.

Severus realised he was standing there for too long and snapped out of his reverie, sitting down on his usual spot at his house table. And not a second too late, for the Great Hall doors burst open and a stream of students entered, chattering loudly. The food appeared on the table the next moment and everyone tucked in.

But Snape kept his eyes glued on Lily, who had just arrived, and thankfully sat where he had placed the potion.

Snape grew bored as he watched her sort through the different foods on the table, deciding what to eat first. Just as he was about to stand up and advise her to try the pumpkin juice, Potter and his gang entered, making a lot of ruckus and (Snape swore) heading towards Lily.

"Evening, Evans," smiled Potter, sitting next to her.

"Hello, Potter," said Lily, trying to stifle her annoyance by taking a sip of her drink. Potter frowned and swiped it out of her hand.

"HEY!"

"Hold on a second." He examined the contents in the goblet.

Severus gave a yelp of surprise as he watched Potter drink from the goblet. This couldn't be good. The Gryffindor's eyes glazed over as he abruptly stood up, searching around.

"What's wrong, Prongs?" asked Black, but Potter ignored him as he ran over towards the Slytherin table.

"SEVVY!" Potter reached Snape who was flushing deep red and attempting to run away. Potter grabbed the boy's hand, and knelt down on one knee.

"Sonorous," Potter mumbled, pointing his wand to his throat. His voice amplified as he said, "Everyone, I have an announcement to make, so SHUT UP!" Severus tried to grab his own wand out of his pocket but it slipped and flew across the Hall. So instead, he settled for trying to rip his hand away from Potter's vice-like grip.

Potter held on, his expression turning loving – and deranged. "So all of you know that I hate Snape, blah blah. But it's not true! I said that because I didn't want you all to find out I loved him with a burning passion."

"IT'S NOT TRUE! HE'S CURSED!" attempted Snape, but Potter cut him off.

"My love for you is like fire. You're the one who started it, and the only one who can put it out." Gasps were heard at the proclamation, but Potter continued on. "With that said … will you be mine?"

THUMP!

Snape had fallen on the ground in a faint.

Potter stood up, brushing his robes and headed back towards his table, grinning the whole way as he plopped next to Lily. "And that, my dear Lily flower, is how you thwart a maniac."

A/N: I figured Snape didn't seem like the type to give up, so voila! Thanks a bunch to anyone who's read this far and to those who reviewed or put this story on their alerts and fave's list.