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Snape and James Potter rivalry over Lilly Potter

A Frosty Morning

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by rucrowder

by rucrowder

"Lily Evans!" cried Severus, shivering as he moved grudgingly from the shadows of

Hogwart's cloisters onto the sunny, but frigid Quidditch grounds (removing a tall steel cylinder

from his thick woolen cloak). "Have some tea. You've been at it for 90 minutes now. Isn't that

enough?"

Early spring, hoarfrost thick on every imaginable surface, and Lily Evans had selected to

spend the better part of two limb-coagulating hours enhancing 5 nimbus 1000's (instead of

curling up in front of the fire of their common room with a good book, like other sensible

witches and wizards, including himself).

"Hovering incantations?" Coal black eyes rolling derisively, he tracked a battered red

broom as it whizzed around the enclosure like a maddened banshee. "Really, Lilly this is

beneath you. Haven't you much better things to do with your time?" Pulling her bright woolen

cap down over her flickering gaze, he snickered. The broom dropped suddenly to the ground.

"They're enhancements," she spluttered mildly, replacing her hat with abstraction. "And

this is delicate work, so stop it Sev."

"Why bother, you ninny?" He handed her the broom. "He'll win regardless, and it's not as

if he'll notice, the fop! He's too much of a lordling for that." He unscrewed the lid of his

thermos, apparaiting two warm cups of hot sweet Indian chai, handing her the warmer of

the two. "Here, silly thing. Keep your fingers at least."

"Thanks Severance."

"You ingrate!" he harumphed as she handed him her empty cup with a grin, returning to

her work.

"Face facts, Lielo," stilling her hand, briefly as she recommenced incanting. "James Potter

may be Hogwart's best hope in the Quidditch finals, but he only has eyes for himself. He won't

appreciate it. Besides, I have it on good authority, from Hogwart's premier bludgeor, he's in

absolute lust with Jinafra Loquient. Why do you like him, you sot? He doesn't like you."

"I don't like him Severus, but I do like Quidditch and Hogwart's excellent sporting

reputation!"

"...and James Potter's achingly beautiful, myopic blue eyes."

"Jealous?"

Severus looked down, stabbing the ground with a stick. "Absolutely!"

"Well, don't be. If you must know, I'm doing it as a favour to Dumbledore. He asked

specifically. Apparently he's quite worried about Dom Slovitz, the captain of the Russians.

"Re-ea-ll-y? You mean you didn't simply offer up your talents?" He sighed at her telling