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A Bad Day for Severus--Short Chapter
oo1987, this is for you!! (I think you’re the only person reading this story, heh.)
This is something of a transition chapter... next they will meet in the good 'ol ROR, woo! (I think.)
Chapter Three
A Bad Day for Severus
When the class was dismissed, Severus said a brief good-bye to Lily and excused himself to the dungeons to drop off his books and prepare for dinner. He walked down the corridors with his head down, clutching his bag.
‘Stupid, stupid, stupid,’ he kicked himself as he watched his feet pass over the dull gray flagstone. His shoulders were hunched and he noticed a squeezing pain in his chest which made it difficult to breathe and confused him—what could -that- be about? He was sure he did not know, but damn, it was uncomfortable.
‘You fool, you damn fool,’ he went on with his deleterious inner monologue in what would have been a high-pitched, mocking voice, ‘Lily, I… I… l-l-l… you what, you unmitigated ass? Do you -love- her?’ He sighed deeply, his inner voice dropping a few octaves. ‘You can’t love… hell, you can’t even do like well, can you, you miserable fuck up?’
He supposed he was profoundly ashamed over his conduct in the Potions classroom; he should have had more control, he should have told her no. Had he ruined their friendship? He would die!
How did she feel about him? Sure, she had done -that- but he was not sure it meant anything. How often had he heard tell of such acts, by all accounts meaningless, bantered about in the Slytherin common room?
But Lily would never, never do such a thing just out of… out of what? She couldn’t love him, he would have noticed! He had been watching her for a long time.
And what of tonight? He didn’t dare address that just yet; take it as it comes. But then there was the danger of losing control again, and he didn’t fancy that idea much.
He felt oddly about Lily, he always had. When he was younger, he couldn’t identify it. Several years ago, he could still remember the day he recognized it, as desire. But Lily was… that wasn’t all there was to it. He thought and thought and wracked his brain for weeks at a time, and the best words, the only words, he could find were deference, respect. And Severus Snape did not defer to anyone.
He figured it was about as close as he could get to love. He knew he would just die if she loved him. If she ever said it, he knew it would be the end of him. He would faint in the corridor.
Severus entered his room, posture somewhat more upright, with this overwhelming thought in his mind, happy for the first time since… well, okay, happy for the first time since Potions class. But this was a real happy, not a sexual release happy—and he could tell the difference.
As he walked to his bedside to deposit his books, his bunkmates let out a raucous combination of wolf-whistles and rude gestures. And unfortunately, they didn’t stop there.
“Oi, Snape! Gonna get some mudblood arse tonight?”
“I would never have asked your help in Potions if I knew what you were asking in return!”
“Snape’s gonna get laid!”
The real coup de gras was one of the boys imitating Lily in falsetto, saying things that turned even some of his coconspirators red.
Several others made background noise to his performance.
The worst part was Severus seemed unable to move; he was utterly mortified and his sickly pale skin was beet red. But staring at his shoes, he felt rooted to the spot as if by a permanent sticking spell.
Laughing, the boisterous young men ran out to dinner, leaving Severus still rooted to the spot, chest heaving, eyes stinging.
Unmoving, his tears wet the ground around his feet as they dripped off his hooked nose.
‘No wonder they gave you that damned nickname, -Snivellus-’ the inner voice tore into him again. ‘They don’t have to see it, they can sense it—you are weak.’
This is something of a transition chapter... next they will meet in the good 'ol ROR, woo! (I think.)
Chapter Three
A Bad Day for Severus
When the class was dismissed, Severus said a brief good-bye to Lily and excused himself to the dungeons to drop off his books and prepare for dinner. He walked down the corridors with his head down, clutching his bag.
‘Stupid, stupid, stupid,’ he kicked himself as he watched his feet pass over the dull gray flagstone. His shoulders were hunched and he noticed a squeezing pain in his chest which made it difficult to breathe and confused him—what could -that- be about? He was sure he did not know, but damn, it was uncomfortable.
‘You fool, you damn fool,’ he went on with his deleterious inner monologue in what would have been a high-pitched, mocking voice, ‘Lily, I… I… l-l-l… you what, you unmitigated ass? Do you -love- her?’ He sighed deeply, his inner voice dropping a few octaves. ‘You can’t love… hell, you can’t even do like well, can you, you miserable fuck up?’
He supposed he was profoundly ashamed over his conduct in the Potions classroom; he should have had more control, he should have told her no. Had he ruined their friendship? He would die!
How did she feel about him? Sure, she had done -that- but he was not sure it meant anything. How often had he heard tell of such acts, by all accounts meaningless, bantered about in the Slytherin common room?
But Lily would never, never do such a thing just out of… out of what? She couldn’t love him, he would have noticed! He had been watching her for a long time.
And what of tonight? He didn’t dare address that just yet; take it as it comes. But then there was the danger of losing control again, and he didn’t fancy that idea much.
He felt oddly about Lily, he always had. When he was younger, he couldn’t identify it. Several years ago, he could still remember the day he recognized it, as desire. But Lily was… that wasn’t all there was to it. He thought and thought and wracked his brain for weeks at a time, and the best words, the only words, he could find were deference, respect. And Severus Snape did not defer to anyone.
He figured it was about as close as he could get to love. He knew he would just die if she loved him. If she ever said it, he knew it would be the end of him. He would faint in the corridor.
Severus entered his room, posture somewhat more upright, with this overwhelming thought in his mind, happy for the first time since… well, okay, happy for the first time since Potions class. But this was a real happy, not a sexual release happy—and he could tell the difference.
As he walked to his bedside to deposit his books, his bunkmates let out a raucous combination of wolf-whistles and rude gestures. And unfortunately, they didn’t stop there.
“Oi, Snape! Gonna get some mudblood arse tonight?”
“I would never have asked your help in Potions if I knew what you were asking in return!”
“Snape’s gonna get laid!”
The real coup de gras was one of the boys imitating Lily in falsetto, saying things that turned even some of his coconspirators red.
Several others made background noise to his performance.
The worst part was Severus seemed unable to move; he was utterly mortified and his sickly pale skin was beet red. But staring at his shoes, he felt rooted to the spot as if by a permanent sticking spell.
Laughing, the boisterous young men ran out to dinner, leaving Severus still rooted to the spot, chest heaving, eyes stinging.
Unmoving, his tears wet the ground around his feet as they dripped off his hooked nose.
‘No wonder they gave you that damned nickname, -Snivellus-’ the inner voice tore into him again. ‘They don’t have to see it, they can sense it—you are weak.’