Seven Sins of Severus Snape

Chapter 5 - Greed

Through the window he watches the red head beneath the willow. Obscured by the weeping branches of the tree the boy sits beneath the boy’s disgusting habit is disguised from the world. The thin trails of grey smoke that seep through the branches however do not to unmissed by him. There is only one red head in this house that is cocky enough as to smoke while his parents are in the kitchen making breakfast. He grinds his teeth as he stares at the figure beneath the willow, images of last night flashing through his mind. His fists clench as he hears the back door swing open and the skinny frame of the younger boy appear. He’s carrying two steaming mugs of coffee as he pads carelessly barefoot across the uncut lawn. He wears a green turtle neck sweater, no doubt to weak to cast his own concealment charms.

They meet under the willow and share a brief but deep kiss. He clenches his fists tighter as he watches them sit side by side on the stone bench, sharing the remains of the cigarette and their coffee. He should not care that they are together. He should not care that underneath the boy’s sweater lie the marks of possession of another man. He growls silently to himself as he watches the pair converse quickly beneath the willow. He cannot draw his attention away even when he sees them kiss again, the possessive hand of the red head cupping the younger boy through his jeans, while the other runs through mussed up brown hair fiercely.

“Harry! Breakfast!” A wicked, self-satisfied grin twitches at the corner of his lips as the pair spring apart as the mutt’s voice pierces the sanctuary of the backyard.

“Coming!” The boy calls back and disengages himself quickly from the red head to scurry alone back into the house. He listens at the back door closes before watching as the red head stubs out the remains of his cigarette and begins a casual wander back towards the house. The red heads at the back steps when he seems him in the window watching. An over confident smirk twitches at the red heads lips as he purposefully adjusts himself, in view of the window. He growls and pulls away rapidly from the window the silent burn of want bubbling inside of him.

In the kitchen the usual chaos reigns supreme. He takes two pieces of toast and a cup of tea and moves out into the observatory, out of the way. He cannot trust himself to see the green eyed boy, to converse with him so casually when such feelings have arisen. There had once been a time he would have sooner have cut his own hand off than think of the boy in this way. He had promised the boy’s mother to protect him, to save him from the others. He is sure this is not the way she meant but he is powerless to stop himself, when such temptation lies before him.

“Sleepless night Severus?” That voice. That smug, self-congratulating tone of voice of a boy who thinks he’s won. He glances up at the tall red head that’s leaning casually against the doorframe a mug of coffee in his clutches as he pretends to stare out at the birds on the fence. He doesn’t trust himself to reply so simply sips from his own tea, his gaze narrowing as the elder red head hardly contains his smirk.

There’s silence as the red head continues to smirk into his coffee, unaware of the building irritation in the elder wizard. He chooses his words carefully, chewing over them until their just right.

“He is mine and he was promised to me.” He pauses and sips from his tea, his gaze not leaving that of the red heads. “If you touch him again I will remove you permanently from existence.” A twitch of a grim smile catches his lips as he goes back to his cup of tea leaving a heavy malicious silence.

“You can’t make me, he came to me. He wants me.” He chews his lip in mild amusement as he watches the cracks appear in the red heads cocksure façade. The boy knows what he is capable of, what he will do to him yet he forges blindly ahead.

“Perhaps,” He pauses for emphasis and having finished his tea stands up from the chair, to rise to his full height above the red head. He knows he strikes an imposing figure, and years as his professor at school have trained him well. “But it is to me alone he is loyal, I who will not betray him.” The red head swallows nervously as he stares, still defiantly into his eyes.

“You jealous, greedy son of a bitch.” Childish insults, not an unexpected last resort. He perks up at the word ‘greed’. He had not considered the emotion swirling around inside of him as greed but in a way he is. Greedy to be the only one to capture the boy’s attention. Greedy of his time, his gaze and his concern. The boy is an addiction just like his mother was, an unexplainable need to have all of it to himself.

He smirks to himself and nods rather confidently at the red head who’s strategically taken two steps back towards the kitchen, his wand in hand.

“Yes I am,” A statement rather than a self-analizing question, there is no need to give the boy the impression he was right. “And I suggest you don’t come between me and my greed.” His eyes twinkle with unhidden threat and the red head takes flight, like a frightened bird. He smiles and sits back down in the chair, the sun just now warming the conservatory in a warm glow. He is content referring to himself as greedy. It is a label for the emotion inside of him that he can tolerate. It is far easier to say it is greed for the boy’s attention that drives him, rather than something else.

TBC>>>>>

A/N Two more to go, Lust and Anger my two favourite sins......and just enough time for Snape to fuck it all up...

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