The Professor, Severus Snape

"friends"

au, teenage snape
pov: fem oc

Song inspired: Bathroom - Montell Fish
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Severus wouldn't consider himself a jealous man. Jealous implied he desired something someone else had, but if he wanted something, he sure as hell made sure to fucking get it. So, no, Severus wasn't jealous. A more accurate term was possessive. Yes, possessiveness was that ungodly feeling burning in him as he watched Eve laughing at whatever stupid statement James said. Fucking James Potter. The right prick was nowhere near worthy of breathing near Eve, much less putting his grimy hand on her arm, the arm Snape had wrapped around him every bloody night.

This was going to be a problem. 

Eve didn't even remove Potters hand from her. Fuck this. Severus didn't like to share. Never did, blame the only child in him. The point was Eve fucking knew that. She knew he didn't take kindly to others touching what was his, smiling at what was his, breathing near what was his.

Severus wasn't an idiot. He knew exactly what the pompous witch was doing. He should have expected Eve to do something so petty after he had called her a friend in front of their peers. It wasn't a bloody lie, he and Eve were friends. Yes, they had sex, and yes, Eve slept in his bed every night, but Severus didn't feel the need to put a label on whatever was happening between them. Eve, the ever-romantic, disagreed, and being the right tosser she was, the red head challenged Severus. Her argument?

If they were just friends, then Severus shouldn't care if she had brought someone to the party. Complete bollocks, right? Of course, he fucking cared. Eve was his just as much as he was hers. But he couldn't bloody well say no, they were just friends, after all. So, with an unbothered snicker, Severus lied. In all honesty, he didn't believe Eve would actually do it. She always threatened Severus with some ridiculous ploy. How was he meant to know she was serious this time?

It was impossible to think that whatever Potter was saying was so bloody interesting that Eve had only looked away from the tanned brunette once in the last twenty minutes. The Gryffindor was a fool and had the sharpness of a spoon. There was absolutely nothing he could be saying to Eve that would be remotely intriguing. So, then, why hasn't she looked away? Severus had to find out just what Potter was saying that had all of Eve's attention.

Severus tossed back the half-filled cup of Firewhiskey, the burning sensation not affecting him like the previous five drinks, as he made his way toward Eve and Potter.

"Evelyn," He sneered. He tried not to be affected by the sweet smell of cigarettes and strawberry that lingered in the air whenever Eve was near.

Evelyn smiled, the glint of excited curiosity shining behind her beautiful blue eyes. Bloody prick was waiting for this. "Snape." She turned her attention back to the wizard next to her, "James, this is my friend Severus. Severus, this is James."

James lifted his hand in front of Severus with poorly hidden distain, "Pleasure."

Severus looked at the grubby hand in front of him. Be lifted his hand, placing it into James, giving it a firm grip. "Potter."

A simmering of anger bubbled in Severus chest when he noticed Potter place a delicate arm around Eves shoulder. Severus was about to suggest the prick remove his hand, but Eve lightly shook off his arm. "I'm going to use the loo." The red head said before giving Severus a warning look, "I'll be right back."

Eves threatening look was for nothing. Severus had no desire to converse with the dimwit wizard once Eve took her leave. He intently watched as Eve walked up the stairs and once he saw her shadow disappear, he left in the same direction without saying a word to Potter.