My Everything 2

3

It was a long day.

Thankfully James didn't share any classes with Slytherin that day so he was spared from really getting an opportunity to tell the object of his affections about his affections.

They went to the library after Binns class and realised that there really was no other way for them to get rid of Severus, not without James confessing and then getting a kiss from the real Snape first. James had groaned in misery at the revelation, Sirius sneered in disgust, at which point James tried to attack him again.

Yes, Remus had had a very long day indeed. Especially since, unlike James and Sirius, he had elected to take ancient runes as part of his course studies. A class that he shared with Snape. Remus had suggested that he try talking to Snape to which James immediately begged that he not reveal his feelings to the Slytherin. Remus agreed since he certainly wasn't stupid enough to try that on his own, honestly Remus wasn't even sure what he would say to Snape that the Slytherin wouldn't either ignore or try to hex him over. But they were working on a deadline, so he figured he could at least try talking to Snape, just to test the waters a bit.

"Hullo Snape." The werewolf tried standing at the desk about two rows away from the front giving his best smile only for it to falter the moment the Slytherin looked up to him. Anger and disgust, that's what Remus saw in those pitch-black eyes that stared at him through a curtain of pitch-black hair. Remus awkwardly cleared his throat.

"Uh, is this seat taken?"

Snape's eyes narrowed down into a glare, "What do you want Lupin?"

"I-" before he could answer, Professor Miller walked into the room. The Ancient runes professor's presence immediately forcing the low chatter in the classroom to come to an immediate hush. Remus quickly sat down in the seat beside the Slytherin even as he felt the glare on him intensify. Snape didn't get up to go to another seat, not surprising since professor Miller wasn't known for her patience and any disturbance once she walked into the room was always severely punished. One of the reasons why James and Sirius didn't take the class.

Once the lecture started Remus let out a sigh when Snape's glare finally eased off of him. He tried to focus on the class, but found his gaze wandering over to Snape every now and then and he realised that James was right.

Snape would play with the edges of his sleeves when he read along with the passages that the professor was going through. He'd absently reach for a lock of hair and drag his fingers through it and twirl it around. And the thing he did with his hands when he was frustrated? He'd crack his fingers, bend and twirl them and then bite the nail on his thumb until the lines of frustration seemed to ease off his brow and his lips parted slightly as he made notes.

It was... sort of cute.

Remus spent most of the period watching Snape. Honestly, he got very little work done and he barely managed to catch the professor giving them an essay to complete at the end of the period. But at least now, he can see what James sees in the other.

It was just as everyone was packing up their things to leave and Miller quickly strode from the class that Remus took in another deep breath and turned to face the other.

"I... Snape."

Predictably Snape ignored him.

"S-" Hopefully he won't get hexed for this, he spoke more firmly. "Severus."

The raven tensed and Remus braced for the hex he was sure was about to come flying at his face. Instead, the Slytherin gave him the darkest glare that he's ever had the misfortune of receiving and still through that dark dark curtain of hair. Now that he's actually paying attention. Snape's hair is actually really-