when she was sorted into gryffindor his insides felt like they were being squeezed to death. he imagined the blood that would smear his intestines and that gore remained imprinted in his head until now.
they were sitting in the library, where she usually was, and where the infuriating potter and gang wasn't.
he watched as she buried her head with homework and projects, all the while occasionally glancing at the open book on her right, amused by the repetitive darting of her eyes from left to right.
her hands had always been small and he had examined his slightly large one and estimated that they might fit.
"stop staring at me, sev," she grinned, not looking at him, and he saw her small smile. "you have homework to do too. slughorn's not going to be pleased if you don't do yours."
he only smirked and when she glanced up to look at him, unimpressed by the lack of his response, merely rolled her eyes.
but the grin on her face said otherwise.
"stop playing coy, lily," he joked, his stillness suddenly leaving him, and mischief filling him up. "if you want to look at my work, you could just ask."
she laughed then, momentarily forgetting that she was in the library. hushes and warning glances was sent their way, but severus could really care less.
"you know me so well, sev," she whispered, eyes softening and he stood up. without thinking, he walked around their table only to sit beside her.
"of course, lily." he touched her hand, his eyes glassy and full of hidden dubiety. "i'm your best friend."
if only he'd known better.
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severe + s.s. & l.e.
Fanfictionhis love was deadly. ¦ a seven part short story ¦ warning: this story is really shitty and short; it's a product of procrastination and poor time management
