Title: Yuletide Cheer
Author: veritaserumMaster / PageNotFound404
Rating: T (Rating might go up in the future.)
Pairings: JPSS
Warnings: AU, Language.
Summary: Marauder Era. 7th year. Severus's life was a routine: wake up, eat, study, get bullied, study, eat, study, get bullied, study, eat, and sleep. Getting asked out by his Tormentor (with a capital letter T) though, was not on his itinerary.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue me.
A/N: This story is slash, so if you don't like that, then why are you reading this in the first place?
PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTES AT THE BEGINNING AND END OF THE FOLLOWING CHAPTERS. THANK YOU. ;)
I should really work on my punctuality. This is so embarrassing being late in updating all the time. Please, please, please forgive me.
Ok, just little clarifications, in my head, the Quidditch shower rooms basically look like American high school locker rooms. And global warming is a thing back then and random characters pop up. So, uhm, I don't know what I'm doing with my life right now.
Happy New Year everyone! Enjoy the fireworks. I'm going to wear a kimono this year, so Yay! To that.
Please read the notes at the end.
JP*SS
Droplets of rain hit the window roughly and the room was enveloped in coldness. Severus sat on the side of his bed slightly fingering the red and gold scarf on his lap. The last match has already started and everyone is at the pitch even with the rain pouring down, even when their cheers would just be drowned out by thunder.
Severus told himself he wasn't going, especially not to cheer for Potter. But a part of Severus felt bad for not being there.
His mind drifted off to the kiss they shared yesterday. He didn't want to let Potter anywhere near him, anywhere near his heart, but the bastard had a way of burying himself so deep within Severus's skin that there is no way to remove him. Severus sighed and moved his fingers from the scarf to his lips. He didn't exactly promise to go, Potter just assumed he said yes.
Severus growled as he grabbed the scarf and headed out.
He didn't even bother trying to hide it as he passed people in the corridor. Potter practically announced to the whole school his intentions towards Severus, any attempt at subterfuge Severus would make will not make any difference.
He braved the rain and headed to the pitch. He gripped the scarf tightly but did not put in on and cast an umbrella charm on himself.
Gryffindor and Slytherin were playing and Severus knew that he'll be dead the moment he stepped onto the Slytherin side what with everything that has been happening with the griffins and the Gryffindor scarf in his hand so he went over to the Gryffindor side. He arrived just in time to see that the scores were tied and the teams were flying off from a time out.
Potter was easily spotted even when the rain blurred everything and everyone looked the same. He was the only one with a red and gold uniform but a distinctly not red and gold scarf. It was Severus's. the scarf was tied to his neck so it won't fly off. He didn't think that Potter would actually wear it to the game. At the very least, he thought that Potter's rag tag team would oppose to this blatant display of disloyalty to their house, but everything seems to be in order. Potter's barking orders and everyone's following him.
Severus took a deep breath and mustering all the courage he could get, he wrapped Potter's scarf around his neck and stood in the background. He didn't look up for a few moments, afraid that something bad could happen, that everyone would look at him and mock him and he'd find out that everything was just some elaborate ruse. But when he finally is look up, he saw brown eyes staring right through him from the field.
Severus gasped and his eyes widened. Potter smiled, and slowly it turned into outright laughter. But it wasn't a cruel laugh, it was a genuine one, something the reached his eyes. Severus pushed through the crowd to get to the edge of the bleachers. Potter steered his broom to get nearer Severus, smile still not fading.
Severus just looked t him with mild amusement. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Severus asked.
"Go win."
Potter nodded and did just that.
JP*SS
Unsurprisingly, Gryffindor won, with Potter catching the snitch just in the nick of time. Severus would forever deny the fact that he cheered when they won, he would say that he merely clapped his hands and spared a small smile. BS.
He was going back to the castle, walking with the crowd when he felt hands on his upper arm. He turned and saw Lily. She was pulling him away, going against the flow of the people and he just let her. It was futile trying to stop whatever she had her mind into. They reached a another set of stairs and he recognized it as the one headed to the lockers.
"Lily, we shouldn't-"
"Shh!"
Well, that was just rude. He sighed not really wanting to think about anything. He'll just get more confused and he'll end up thinking about Potter ad everything that happened. With his free hand, he traced his lips. He felt his cheeks flush at the memory of their kiss yesterday. He quickly shook his head and cursed Potter.
They went down the stairs and Lucius was at the bottom waiting for them.
"Well, it's about time," he said, crossing his arms in front of him.
"Sorry, he was hard to find in this weather," Lily just shrugged.
"Hello," I waved at them. "Standing right over here."
Lucius turned to me and just rolled his eyes. "Go on then, I have things to do."
"Go where?"
"Like what?"
Lily and I asked at the same time, Lucius just looked amused.
"To flirt with himself in the mirror," I answered at the same time Lily said, "To the locker rooms, James waiting for you."
The three of us stood there, not knowing what to do. Slowly, my face pinched in annoyance and hesitancy, while Lucius just glared at me and Lily's shoulders shook with silent laughter.
"I'm not going in there."
"I don't flirt with myself."
Everybody should really stop talking at the same time.
Lily rolled her eyes and pointed at Lucius, "Shut up," and then pointed at me, "Of course you are."
With that she pushed me towards the corridor leading to the locker rooms. "Seriously, just congratulate him. You just announced to everyone on the pitch that you and Potter are a couple, what with matching scarves and all. The least you could do is to actually tell him you like him," she looked pointedly at the scarf around Severus's neck and he touched it lightly.
"I don't like him," he denied.
"Yes, and pixies are well-behaved creatures. Seriously, Severus, this denial is making me gag," Lucius helpfully put in.
"I hope you choke," he glared.
"God, boys are such hard work. Go, Severus," Lily grouched.
"You just want to get rid of me so you could go and frolic in the woods with youR Ravenclaw boyfriend and Lucius could hold hands and skip through the flower gardens with Narcissa." Well, that should stir them up a bit.
"Fine. I'm going. I hope you kids have fun," he said vindictively.
He walked off not looking back. He took his time walking. He didn't exactly feel excited seeing Potter. He's dreading their meeting because he never knew what Potter's thinking.
He was still trying to decide whether he should go back or not when a pair of arms dragged wrapped around his shoulders.
"If it isn't our favorite snake," a very familiar, annoying voice said.
"Black," he said the name in distaste.
He turned around and saw three-fourths of the formidable troll-heads of Hogwarts still in their Quiddith gears, except for Remus who was already changed into a white button down shirt and black trousers.
"Now, now don't be like that. You're one of us now."
"I'll never be one of you," Severus snarled.
"Your scarf says otherwise," Lupin put in as Pettigrew smirked.
He just glared at the three of them and roughly asked, "What do you want?"
"Aren't you going to congratulate us on our win?" Black asked, grinning like a loon. Severus just glared harder.
"Whoa there. We just wanted to let you know that James is waiting for you, it's about time you came to him."
"And red looks good on you, by the way," Lupin.
"Remus!" Pettigrew spoke for the first time. "He's James boyfriend now, you can't flirt with him," Pettigrew mock-scolded and Lupin just laughed heartily.
Severus flushed and mumbled, "I'm not his boyfriend."
"Yeah, great argument there," Lupin said.
"Well, good luck!"
With a few pats on his back, the three headed off. Severus thinks he just got their approval.
Oddly enough, their approval seemed to give him a confidence boost and made him feel more sure about this.
With purposeful strides, Severus opened the door to the locker rooms and his heart shattered to a hundred pieces at what he saw.
A/N:
This work is unbetaed, if you are interested, or know someone who is interested in being my beta, please don't hesitate to tell me. I need one badly. Eheheh
