Severus Snape hurried away from the dungeons, after a lesson by Slughorn on rules of being Head Of House, just in case The Board Of Hogwarts decided he was good enough to teach at the castle.

He hadn't known they existed. It seemed as if it were only staff knowledge. Severus had heard Lily, among others, were at Hogwarts. Slughorn told him they were in an office for mainly staff, and occasionally Order members. Foolishly, he would try to ask for forgiveness. He had extreme doubt it would succeed.

Severus dodged students continuously — if only he could dodge the noise and the ruckus they invented as well. Most of them had red and green ties — there were flocks of them. They looked like third or fourth years. Severus realized, after ponderings the day after the successful interrogation, that either he had forced and chained luck to him, or, suprisingly, he did something good enough to deserve it.

Severus continued walking and headed to an office no one really knew about, excluding the staff and nowadays, the Order members. No professor was supposed to be here at this hour — all of them were too busy teaching. And he had been too busy learning from Slughorn when Lily came an hour ago! The man of obvious preferences did not even care to inform him!

He used his wand to check if anyone was in the rectangular room, and only Lily was there.

As if you droke Felix Felicis.

Severus shuddered at the thought. Unfortunately, it reminded him of Ficrealis.

Slowly, he opened the door knob. It felt slightly oily, and extremely rusty. He'd be surprised if someone informed him it was cleaned only days ago. Lily was in the room, her head down and her eyes, which he could not see well, were focused on a book on the wood table.

"Lily?" Severus said quietly, loud enough for her to hear him.

She lifted her head, and small black lids under her eyes became visible. Her pregnancy. "What do you want?"

"This time, I want to apologize. For real." Severus replied, his tone uncorrespondent to her's in coldness.

She scoffed, and looked at him, pure disgust and disbelief in her emerald green eyes. "You betrayed my trust twice, and you expect me to hear another one of your trillion untrue apologies?"

This time, he thought, it wouldn't be the same. His apology might not succeed, but...he had, indeed, thought about his past choices. At Hogwarts, he refused to see her point of view. At least, as much as he loathed to admit it, that Potter had the right morals, overall. He wasn't a deatheater wannabe like Severus's friends, and he had his lines, plus he didn't use his friends like Mulciber and Avery used him. Lily had been trying to tell him they hadn't been friends at all — and whatever friendship was, it wasn't that.

Severus shouldn't have thought that calling other muggles Mudbloods and yet not treating Lily the same way was different. Lily was...a person he cared for and thise muggles were not, but either way, they were all muggles and the insult felt all the same to them. And even after Lily didn't forgive him for calling her that word, Severus gave up on her, didn't change, and continued the dark path he was already walking, proving Lily's point about how rotten he'd become and that he would only continue doing so.

He did feel regret, but never enough — never to the point where regret became visible to the more emotionally reasonable parts of him. It was only when he was completing that awful task did realization ever catch up after running years and searching for his footsteps. But once again, while Severus was not seeing Lily's message and her point of view, she was treating him the same. He wasn't the only one to blame.

She never thought about how he could get injured badly if he wasn't 'friends' with those deatheaters. Lily never thought of how Potter and Black bullied him despite having better morals and values, either. When he fought back in the fifth year, she would turn the blame on him, even though they made the first move. Lily never accepted him either; the fact he liked the Dark Arts. After thinking about it, Severus realized the Dark Arts would only be bad if the intent was. Before Hogwarts, his intent was interest, at Hogwarts though — where she had a point, — was to use it against others. Severus should've used equivalent leveled hexes and jinxes with the unfab four.

This time it would be different.

"I don't expect you to forgive me, but I want to, at least, hear what I have to say." Severus replied frowning.

And it would be no success.

Lily glared at him, her eyes holding a cold ember. "I don't have all day Snape."

Severus almost winced at the familiarity of the sentence and how she emphasized his surname, but kept his Occlumency shields where they belonged, to apologize.

"Firstly, I'm sorry for calling that name, for the trillionth time. I shouldn't have said it to anyone or thought you 'different' because you were a friend. And even if you didn't forgive me back then, I shouldn't have continued following the paths of deatheaters. I only proved your point." Severus admited.

He continued before she could speak. "I should've also seen your point of view, but I never bothered to because I thought I was right. Your friends were better than my so-called ones, because they had better values, preferable treatment and more respect in general. I am actually sorry."

Shock entered discreetly, openening a door to the mind of emotions and the surprised souls of the living in the room. Severus was surprised he'd even managed to say that — discussing emotions was like describing something unseen and so lightly heard, while Lily looked shocked at whatever he said.

But the shock soon dissolved, only to be replaced with her previous frown and cold eyes, as indifferent as Lucius's. "You might be saying all of this, but how do I know you're going to act in a better way?"

Severus stayed silent at this, pondering what might prove his newly found comprehension and his promises. But to his dismay, he didn't know how to prove it. For the actions to take display, Severus would need to hold onto his promise as much as Lily would need to trust him to keep them.

"I don't know," He admited, "It's your decision, Lily. You need to trust me so I can show you."

Lily narrowed her eyes, but only slightly, and thre only the weakest of glares, but even that made disappointment crawl under his skin. It wasn't a strong disappointment or disapproval, so he didn't feel as if he was drowning in a monsterlike emotion, it's hunger biting him. It felt as if there was a hollow pit — one that could flourish and become a pit of certain emotions he would drown in.

She sighed. "I don't know if I can give you this chance."

Severus nodded. "Take as much time as you need. But, if you ever say yes, I wanted you to know that our friendship will only be better if we both make the efforts to redeem our choices. If I see your view, then it's only fair that you must see how I felt when I was in Slytherin, or —"

Suddenly, the door opened, and Severus immedietly stepped away, thinking it wasn't any Marauders who would interrupt his conversation. To his utomost dismay, his prediction was perfectly correct!

The unfab four, now three, stepped inside the room. Lupin sat on a chair, and Severus realized he looked weaker than Lily. Severus didn't care, knowing it was his regular transformation. Potter also sat, and as they left the door open, aggravation entered, as permissionless as ever, when Potter was brushing his hand against his wild hair. It was rather irritating, this habit of his. Severus didn't understand the point when it made one's hair more disobedient.

"You okay Lily?" Potter said, never turning to see Severus behind the door, which was only half covering him. The rest, as always, were the friendly shadows.

"I'm fine, James. It's just extra fatigue, don't worry." Lily replied.

Severus wished he could brew something to reduce any pain or nausea, like how he had done for Narcissa. But he knew she wouldn't allow it, because he'd poisoned her before.

"You sure we shouldn't buy some sort of potion for you?" Black asked. Such a mutt.

"There are some, but there not very efficent, on top of being expensive...don't buy anything." Lily replied.

"I could brew some for you." Lupin said quietly.

Severus didn't trust him not to make a mistake. He doubted it would be efficient.

"No, Remus. You're even more tired than I am!" Lily exclaimed.

Then, Black was closing the door. Cover quite ruined, he thought, as the hovering shock finally had a wonderful event to attend to — writing it's spells on the Marauder's faces when they saw him.

"Snape?!" Black exclaimed, disgust slowly pushing it's way through shock's wraps.

"Were you eavesdropping on us you —" Potter began, when Lily interrupted.

"No...he and I were just talking, James. And then you guys came and he slipped behind the door." Lily explained, and the two didn't speak again, most likely not wanting to anger her because of her pregnancy.

"I think I'll leave." Severus said, slightly disappointed his conversation with Lily didn't last long because of these idiots, but regardless, he couldn't and wouldn't insult them.

"Bye Lily." He said, before opening the door, hoping only that aggravation wouldn't follow him and that shock would stay where it was, continuously wrapping the heads of those mutts.

Such a disappointment he couldn't spend even a second longer with her, due to those wonderful definitely not interruptive idiots. Severus could only hope — why was he hoping knowing where it lead? — that the more unattractive emotions would take affect on them.

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Author's Note: Here's one amazing chapter! By the way, credit to BlaiseGellert and his co-author for the name 'the unfab four', which are the Marauders. I made an extra chapter this week as a bonus, because I reached more than a thousand views! I won't be updating on this perticular story for a while, though I will update A Chance For Both very soon, probably on Tuesday. Any suggestions are welcome!