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FIFTH YEAR
15 November 1975(Severus
Third person)The fifteen year old Severus Snape sat in the corner of ‘The three broomsticks’ silently sipping on a butterbeer his raven hair covering his pale face like curtains, he peeked through his hair as he heard a bell ringing in his ears, it was Potter and his friends coming through the door. Snape tried to make himself seem smaller so they wouldn’t notice him, luckily he escaped their awareness. The animagi were laughing and chatting as they ordered their drinks and settled down.The Prince boy observed the group, the fifth year's onyx eyes specifically focused on James which was unexpected, his eyes feasted on Prongs’ bright smile and hazel eyes.Once Severus realised what he was doing he quickly stopped, but his luck failed him… or so he thought, James felt eyes on him as they all conversed, he gazed up finding Sniv- Severus admiring him but he quickly looked back down, Potter smirked softly but much to the Slytherins surprise James didn’t do anything, not even tell his friends and went back to talking to them. His cheeks burned slightly under his greasy locks as he went back to silently sipping on his beverage.The boy clad in black’ was unfocused, his mind slowly becoming filled with the thought of James Potter… His rival, his enemy, the boy who stole Lily…. He was unsure of what was going on and why he felt this way, sure James had been a bit flirty these past few weeks but it was just to annoy him... right?. He could hear the laughs and voices of the marauders in the background, after consuming the rest of his beverage he quickly got up leaving out the back door hoping nobody noticed but once again the one and only James Fleamont Potter saw him out of the corner of his eye. Snapes black boots crunched in the November snow as he leaned against the wall sighing."Pourquoi est-ce que je me sens comme ça... Putain"
(“Why am I feeling like this.. Fuck”)He spoke in his native language as he closed his eyes sliding down the frosty wall and sitting in the snow pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up watching the mini crackle of the flame on the tobacco before Severus could even inhale he became aware of the creak of the back door opening he quickly looked up to see who it was only to see Prongs, the boy who flooded his thoughts, his bully that was oh so handsome.The Prince boy stood up “Yes, Potter” he uttered hiding his pink cheeks, James subtly smirked “Nothing, just thought I would… check on you considering you were ogling me from your little corner” he said, his voice laced with a hint of teasing.The Slytherins cheeks burned a little more as he rubbed his arms taking a shaky breath from the cold and his slightly flustered state, “I wasn't ogling… you” Severus vocalised, “et je ne le ferai jamais” (“and I never will”) he muttered.“Mhm, keep telling yourself that Mon amour..” Potter voiced, flirting slightly, Severus’s cheeks were now burning. James took possession of the cigarette that was still in between Severus’s long pale fingers taking a puff of it as the Half-Blood prince stammered…“Y-you can't just-... call me that a-as if you haven’t tormented me since first year…” Snape stuttered, not caring about his cig, the Gryffindor gasped softly “Tormented when?” he teased acting innocent. Before they could utter another word the marauders opened the wooden door.“Prongs mate what are yo- Snivellus” Sirius spoke, cutting himself off, sneering when he saw Severus, “What are you doing with this greasy git?” Padfoot questioned as Lupin and Pettigrew stayed silent watching the interaction. “Nothing… we’re just talking right Snivy?” Potter said silently wincing at the use of the horrid nickname, the boy just silently nodded hiding his bright pink cheeks. Sirius snorted “Yeah okay come back in soon” He replied to his mate.“Yea… yea I will be” he said as they all went back in, he turned back to Severus… “You’re pretty when you’re all flustered” he grinned, watching the boy look up and furrow his eyebrows, “w-what…?James set the cig down as he moved forward his button nose and Severus’s hooked nose nearly touching, “I said you’re pretty when you blush like this” he murmured lowly, softly planting his pink lips onto Severus’s cherry red lips moving his veiny hand to the back of his neck.(Severus
First person)I felt his soft intoxicating lips connect with mine. I knew it was wrong but I wanted to kiss back, I could slightly taste the residue of butterbeer on his lips. I knew it was wrong, I’m beyond it, I tried to be strong but I lost it and kissed back tenderly slowly getting more passionate, feeling his warm hand on the back of my neck as our breath mingled together.(Severus
Third person)After a few seconds James pulled away as did Severus. “Did we just-” Severus cuts himself off as James softly pecks his lips “See you Snape” Prongs says before leaving, leaving Severus flustered, confused… and attracted.“Merde alors…”
(“Holy shit…”)Severus sighs, as the winter snow softly falls down from the foggy sky.