Together Again ✦ Snily

[chap.2]

Chapter Two: The First Conversation
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||Lily||

I stand there like an idiot, looking up at him. Merlin, time had gone by so fast. I'm immediately taken back to the time when we were 9 years old, sitting under the shade of a tree and looking out into a shimmering, sparkling lake on a hot sunny day. He would have a book open in front of him while I picked daisies and attempted to create some sort of fail flower crown.

We're 21 years old now. No longer 9, awaiting our Hogwarts letters with high hopes and free spirits.

He stands there, tall and bold. Sort of intimidating, and a teeny bit creepy. His hair, Merlin his hair. It's still black curtains hanging down. His face as pale and emotionless as ever, and his black eyes focused onto my green.

I wonder what's going through his head. We haven't interacted since our fight. Since I had broken our unbreakable friendship. Well obviously it was breakable, because it had been broken and gone and shattered and tainted for years.

Severus was wearing these billowing black robes, black robes that would swish it's way around corners long after he had left. I wonder why he seemed to like black so much.

And then I realized I sort of matched him, with my black cloak to hide myself. Merlin, I had accidentally let my hood slip off, revealing my red hair and utterly confused face completely. I'm such a twit, but I don't put up the hood.

I just peer up at him hopelessly. Why am I still here and staring at him, giving a look of confusion yet of demanding matter?

It takes me a while to process how weirdly awkward this was.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there." I grunted softly. There was a narrow edge of annoyance in my voice, but I didn't feel annoyed at all.

He was still looking at me emotionless. What the hell does that mean? Is this some sort of death look he gives all his ex-best friends? it's certainly making me want to back away and leave and never acknowledge his presence again.

So I give him one last look; a look contorted of pain and confusion, pity and sorrow, annoyance and gratitude. Why gratitude? I don't know. I don't want to know.

I look away from his stony black eyes and move past him, my eyes darting for the sign for a Mandrake Root. But something tugs me back.

Oh God. He's touching my arm. Why is he touching my arm?!!! Why does he care to hold me back? There's nothing to talk about. Nothing I care to talk about. I don't even need him. I don't even want him back in my life.

Oh shut up Lily. Of course you want him back in your life. Stop holding a long held grudge. He was your best friend. Why don't you want him back in your life?

I turned to face him. What the bloody hell does he want?

But he looked at me, with such sorrow on his face that I relaxed and my heart softened. For a moment I stop seeing him as the man who had called me a mudblood, and who had obsessed over Dark Arts for years, and I stop seeing him as the man who didn't care so much that he just let go of our friendship so easily.

I see him as my 9 year old friend. The boy who told me my power. The boy who got me through awful summer vacations with my sister. The boy who convinced me that I was indeed special. The boy who sat with me on the Hogwarts Express. The boy who didn't give a crap about what people thought of him being best friends with a muggle born Gryffindor.

And I could not help but let a small smile creep onto my face.

||Severus P.O.V||

I flushed a pale red after I realized she was smiling at me. I don't know why I had the guts to even touch her.