LONG: A Picture Will Last Longer, Narcissa/Lily Title: A Picture Will Last Longer Pairing: Narcissa/Lily, slight Lucius/Narcissa and (unrequited) Snape/Lily Rating: NC-17 Warnings: non-con, humiliation, BDSM, dirty talk, voyeurism, object insertion, wanking, (sort of) first time, underage sex (basically, this is not a nice story, read at your own risk) Word Count: 5500 Summary: Lily is determined to catch Narcissa in the act of sneaking her fiancé into Hogwarts… but Narcissa isn't the one who's caught, and what starts as a simple act of spying has far-reaching consequences. Author's Notes: This was written for hpvalensmut as a gift for ginny___weasley. Just a note on ages - even though it isn't expressly mentioned in canon, the Black family tree that JKR drew lists Narcissa's birth year as 1955. Lily was born in 1960. The request was for the girls to be at Hogwarts, and so to avoid writing a prepubescent Lily, I took some liberty with the ages. In this fic, Narcissa is seventeen (seventh year), Lily and Snape are sixteen (sixth years), and Lucius is twenty-two.
Narcissa Black was a smug, spoiled little bitch.
This was nothing novel, nothing new - Lily had known her for six years now, and Narcissa had grown from a snobby little girl into a snobbier woman. She treated Hogwarts as if she owned it, wearing her bloodline like diamonds. Most, she treated as inferior, but those like Lily… Narcissa always looked at Muggle-borns as if she would just assume spit on them as acknowledge their presence. It was an attitude that she had obviously absorbed from her slightly disturbed older sister. But where Bellatrix had been frightening, Narcissa was beautiful - which, in Lily's opinion, made her even more dangerous. And her attitude had only gotten worse since she had turned seventeen and announced her engagement to Lucius Malfoy.
Lily remembered him, of course, from when she'd been a first year. Handsome and haughty and utterly cruel. Honestly, these people made James Potter look charming, and he and his idiot friends were the sort to play stupid pranks like hanging perfectly nice boys upside down to show their underpants.
… perfectly nice boys who turned on her and called her names.
Oh, they all deserved each other! At least next year Narcissa would be gone. Lily was determined to be Head Girl, and to foster some inter-house respect. It was ridiculous the way that Gryffindor and Slytherin seemed to be at war. Lily would force them all to get along, damnit, or just let them kill each other. At least then she'd have some peace and quiet.
Lily didn't hate Narcissa because she was a Slytherin; she hated her because she was a bitch.
In fact, it wasn't yet noon and the attitude was out in full force. This morning at breakfast, Lily had overheard Narcissa telling Maureen Nott all about the dress she'd be wearing at her upcoming wedding: the smoothest silk you've ever seen, and the train beaded with diamonds, I'm already training one of the house elves to carry it for me, of course the filthy little beast will probably try to filch some of the jewels… At that point Remus Lupin had walked past them on the way to the Gryffindor table and Lily had heard Narcissa's voice a little louder, tinged with amusement, "Of course it probably costs more than his family's entire yearly income. Maybe I should just borrow his robes for the wedding - I hear that patches are very in this year."
If Remus heard, he said nothing (though that was like him), and so neither did Lily. But later that day she was in a stall in the girl's room in the potions dungeon when she heard Narcissa and Maureen chatting again.
"I don't know, Maureen. Frankly, I think you could do better."
"But he and Lucius are so close…"
"That can only make up for so much, my dear. It's not as if he has any clout of his own." A lowered voice. "I hear his family's quite poor. And have you seen that nose?"
"I've never even seen him with a girl. Maybe he'd be grateful and dote on me, attend to my every whim."
"Maureen, darling, you needn't trade down. Severus Snape may be clever, which is why Lucius cultivates him, but he will never be a proper match for a husband. He's simply too ugly and too low class. Now, have I mentioned that Bella's husband has a brother? His name is Rabastan…."
Lily had waited in the stall until they left. That was when she decided that, whatever it took, she'd see to getting Narcissa Black expelled.
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Lily flashed her Prefect's badge at the Fat Lady, who must have a bigger mouth than whoever guarded the Slytherin dorms, because they never seemed to have nearly as much trouble making it out into the castle at large after hours.
Earlier that evening she'd had a bit of good fortune - once again she'd been in the toilets at the right time, and overheard Narcissa telling Maureen about a secret rendezvous with Lucius that very night.
Lily had no idea how Lucius managed to sneak into the castle - she imagined that it broke all kinds of school rules, if not patently illegal. She would have preferred to catch him in the act, but she didn't know where he was coming in, only the classroom where Narcissa was planning to meet him (Muggle Studies, which had made Narcissa and Maureen giggle uncontrollably, oh the irony, the last place anyone would ever look for them…)
Lily could feel the magic flickering across the door to the classroom when she arrived. However, it took hardly any effort at all to dismantle Narcissa's spells. Lily was twice the charms student that Narcissa was, even at a year younger.
As soon as the spells were gone, she heard the moans from inside. A blush crept up Lily's neck; she'd been in such a hurry to catch Narcissa at breaking the rules that she hadn't really stopped to consider what she and Lucius would be doing.
A low voice, almost a purr, drifted through the closed door: You look absolutely gorgeous like that, my pet.
Another voice, higher, breathier, almost a moan: Just don't stop…
Lily swallowed hard, gathering up her resolve. It didn't matter what they were doing in there. It was against the rules. Carefully, she pushed open the door just enough so that she could peer inside.
Narcissa was seated on top of a desk, legs spread wide, Lucius kneeling in front of her with his head between them.
Lily knew that she should probably be appalled at what she was seeing, at what he was doing, but she couldn't take her eyes off of Narcissa. She looked like some sort of ethereal creature, terrible and beautiful. Something that Lily could never be, not with skinny legs and freckles and hardly any breasts to speak of.
Not, of course, that she wanted to be this, spreading her legs like some slut for the likes of Lucius Malfoy.
Narcissa wore a white corset, all lace and transparency, so that the peaks of her nipples were clearly visible. It was tight, cinched at her perfect waist, the swell of her breasts over the top of it rising and falling with her breath. She wore no knickers, or Lucius had already discarded them, but there were white garters that hooked on her thighs to white, thigh-high stockings. Lucius' hands moved reverently over the material as he continued his ministrations. Narcissa's eyes were closed, her head thrown back, pale blonde hair cascading down her back.
But then she opened them.
Lily's eyes widened, and she took a startled step back as Narcissa stared right at her. She watched in horror as Narcissa reached down and put her hands on either side of Lucius' head and pulled him away from between her legs, turned his head so that he faced the door.
Lily braced herself to flee, but Lucius was too quick for her. His wand was in his hand, words murmured under his breath, and then Lily was being swept into the room as if by a gust of wind, the door slamming shut behind her.
She pointed her wand at him, a disarming spell on the tip of her tongue, but again he was ready for her, and he uttered a spell she didn't recognize. Vines ripped through the floor at her feet, tangling around her ankles, and her struggling was to no avail as they moved farther up her body, curling around her wrists and binding them at her sides. Her wand clattered to the ground. She screamed.
"No need for that," Lucius drawled, flicking his wand lazily to the side, making hers skitter across the room, far out of reach. "My darling Narcissa may only be a student, but I assure you that my soundproofing charms, as well as my wards, are much more advanced." He smirked a little and added, "As are my memory charms."
A cold, unsettling feeling crept over Lily. She struggled against her bonds again as she realized exactly what he was implying: I can do whatever I want to you and no one will ever know. "You… no, you can't, you'll go to Azkaban!"
Narcissa laughed, and when Lily turned to look at her she realized with some amount of horror that her legs were still open, and moreover, her hand had crept between them, fingers probing gently between the pale blonde curls.
Lucius, apparently unfazed by Lily's threat, returned his gaze to his fiancé. His lips curled into a slow smile. "My apologies for leaving you in such a state, my pet. Shall I dispose of her?"
Narcissa turned and regarded Lily for a moment, then looked back at Lucius, her expression almost a pout. "No. I want to play with her."
"A mudblood?" Lucius made a face. "I'm certainly not going to fuck her. She's filthy."
"Oh, I'd never think of it, my love," Narcissa assured him, and slowly got down off of the desk, approaching Lily. "She's just a whore, Lucius," she said. "And did you see the way she was watching me? It's not you she's dripping for. The muddy little slut has probably been fantasizing about licking my cunt for years. The least we can do is give her the satisfaction." In one clean movement, she reached out and yanked open Lily's blouse, buttons popping off.
"You're disgusting," Lily hissed. "I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole." And then she spat in Narcissa's face.
The other girl looked genuinely shocked at that, and as she wiped the spittle off of her chin, she leaned in and said, her voice quiet and dangerous, "You're going to regret that, Mudblood."
Lily's eyes flicked over to Lucius, who suddenly seemed extremely interested in the proceedings, judging by the huge bulge in his trousers. "I see what you mean, love," he said. "But only if you let me play, too. And I think this little whore needs to be taught a lesson about respecting her superiors."
"Let me go, you son of a - " And then suddenly, before Lily could finish getting the words out, her voice was gone. She struggled at her bonds, trying to speak, but no words came out, and Narcissa laughed gleefully.
"I just learned that one!" Narcissa gushed, twirling her wand in her fingers. "Mudbloods should be seen and not heard, right, my love?"
Lucius gave her a fond look. "Very true." Then he pulled out his on wand again and pointed it at Lily. "Crucio."
The pain hit her all at once, in every inch of her body. The feeling would be impossible to describe, but it was the worst thing that she'd ever felt in her entire life, the worst thing that she could imagine feeling. She would have begged if she could form words, but all she could do was scream silently as tears ran down her cheeks.
When it subsided, she almost felt grateful to him.
"There," Lucius said, "you see? Now, if you cooperate, I won't do that again. Nod if you understand me."
Swallowing hard, Lily nodded.
"Even if I loose you from those bonds, you would never be able to get to your wand before I get to mine. And the idea that you could physically overpower me is laughable." He walked closer to her, and lifted her chin with a finger tipped with one very well-manicured nail. "Also, I can assure you that that is not the only Unforgivable I know. If you concoct any way to hurt or upset my fiancé, I will kill you where you stand. It would not be the first time, and I would feel no remorse for a filthy creature such as yourself."
Lucius waved his wand at her again, and the vines untwisted and slithered around her body, forming a new configuration, forcing her to her knees, binding her calves to the floor, her arms behind her back. "There," he said, looking over at Narcissa. "She's all yours."
Lily looked up, fear grabbing hold of her chest as she saw Narcissa approaching her. She wasn't entirely sure what to expect, and the look on Narcissa's face, the little superior smirk, made her want to vomit.
Lily let out a soundless cry as Narcissa grabbed her hair and yanked hard, standing right in front of Lily and then shoving Lily's face into her crotch.
"Lick," she demanded.
Lily was horrified. She started to gag, not knowing what to do, but then she felt a wand on the side of her throat, and Lucius' voice purring, "Don't make me remind you."
The only thing that she could think of now was that she just had to make this go as quickly as possible, that she just wanted this to be over, to get out of here in one piece. And so she licked. She had no idea what she was doing, so she just lapped blindly, trying to think of anything else.
"Oh for Merlin's sake," Narcissa groaned, "she's obviously never done this before."
"I'm surprised," Lucius added, sounding amused. "I thought the Gryffindor girls were all dykes. Still…" His voice was moving, as if he were walking around them in a circle. "This is very arousing, pet. I love seeing you in control. Make the mudblood whore do it right. Come all over her ugly, freckled face."
Narcissa's hand tightened in her hair. "Faster, and find my bloody clit, you stupid bint."
Lily felt her face burning with humiliation as she tried to do as she was told, just wanting to be done with it. She heard Narcissa moan finally, and took that as a sign to just continue at the same spot she'd been licking at.
"Mmmmm… there, that's better. Though honestly, I'd probably never get this close if Lucius hadn't been doing such a marvellous job before you interrupted us. Oh fuck, that's right, just there, slut… ooooh…."
At that point, Narcissa's hand tightened so much that Lily was sure she was ripping her hair straight out of her scalp. She kept going just because she wouldn't be able to breathe otherwise, and then finally, Narcissa pushed her head away. Lily gulped for air.
"Not bad," Narcissa assessed, leaning back against a desk. Lucius was nearby, rubbing his erection through his trousers.
Let me go, thought Lily furiously. Just let me go now!
"Should we let her go?" Lucius asked, smirking.
"Well that wouldn't be very fair, would it?" Narcissa stepped forward again, leaned down and rubbed her thumb against Lily's mouth, her skin coming away glistening with moisture. "Even mudbloods should get to enjoy themselves, right?"
Lucius gave his fiancé a positively lovesick look and then waved his wand at Lily again. The bonds once again rearranged themselves, this time pulling her onto her back, binding her ankles and wrists to the floor.
"I'm certainly not touching her, though," Narcissa said.
"Of course not, love," Lucius purred. "You most certainly shouldn't soil yourself. Here, let me teach you a spell."
Lily closed her eyes, praying for this all to end. She heard Lucius speaking softly, and her body tensed with apprehension as she wondered what he was teaching Narcissa. What more could they do to her? She was at least - oh, thank Merlin for small mercies - fairly certain that Lucius wasn't going to rape her. He wouldn't soil himself with a Muggle-Born.
Lily's eyes flew open when she felt something touch her inner thigh. She strained her neck to see a wand - wait, her wand - dancing around her legs. Narcissa was standing above her, waving her own wand and apparently directing Lily's as it probed between her legs.
"Very good, pet," Lucius said from behind her.
"Do you think she's been letting those Gryffindor Muggle-lovers fuck her?" Narcissa asked, and Lily flinched as the wand moved across her cunt. "I've seen the way the Potter boy looks at her. I'll bet he and his friends have been passing her around like the whore that she is. Is that right? Have you sucked my cousin's cock while Potter fucks you?"
Lily felt the dampness on her face as Narcissa knelt beside her, running a long, manicured nail down her cheek, streaking the tears. "I can just see it now, Mudblood," Narcissa purred, her voice silken. "Maybe you were thinking about Lucius when you came in and watched us. Maybe you wanted his cock up that tight little are of yours. Maybe you wanted him to fuck you, slide inside your dripping cunt and fuck you until you come."
And then Narcissa hauled back and spat in Lily's face, just as she reached down and ripped off Lily's knickers. "Like he'd ever touch you," she hissed. "I wouldn't even let my wand near your filth… but yours, on the other hand…." And then she waved her wand lazily, and the one between Lily's legs drove inside her.
Lily screamed. Of course, no sound came out, but she did it just the same. Narcissa was wrong, of course, and the accusations were humiliating, horrible. Lily was still a virgin - at least, she hoped she still was after this. The wand was thin, but long. It actually didn't hurt as much as shock her.
"I'm still a virgin, of course," Narcissa continued as the wand plunged in and out of Lily. "Pure as snow until our wedding day, for my darling Lucius. Of course, we do other things to give us both pleasure. Too bad you'll be all used up, if some Muggle-lover ever wants to take you as a bride."
"All this talk of Gyrffindors is boring me," said Lucius. "This has been entertaining, but watching her squirm has lost its appeal."
"What about this?" Narcissa suggested, and said an incantation.
Suddenly Lily could feel her throat again. "You little bitch!" she shouted, struggling at her bonds as she tried to ignore the wand still pounding between her legs. "I'll see you expelled for this, I'll see you thrown into Azkaban, I hope you both rot. Are you just going to stand there and stare at me, you perverts? Take a bloody picture, it'll last longer. And then I can use it as evidence at your trial -"
"Crucio," hissed Lucius.
It went on longer this time, and Lily closed her eyes, trying to make it go faster, be over, but the pain just lasted and lasted. When it was finally over, she forced her eyes open.
"Open your mouth again when you're not told," said Lucius coldly, "and it will be worse."
"So are we done with her now?" Narcissa asked, putting a hand on Lucius' arm.
"Almost," said Lucius. "I think she had a rather brilliant idea, though." He leaned and whispered something in Narcissa's ear, and she laughed lightly.
"Okay," Narcissa said, approaching Lily again, "I'm going to loose your bonds now. As your wand is shoved up your cunt and still under my control I don' t think you'll be getting to it. So if you don't do exactly as I say, Lucius will cast a very nasty Unforgivable on you. Understood?"
Lily nodded grudgingly. She just wanted this to be over. Still, she sighed in relief, rubbing her wrists when the vines dropped away. She tried to decide if she could run for it, but Lucius' wand was pointed right at her and the memories of the last Cruciatus still lingered in her muscle memory, sending spasms of pain just at the thought.
"Touch yourself," ordered Narcissa. "Make yourself come, and you can leave."
Lily's eyes widened. "What? No! I - "
"What did I say about talking?" Lucius growled, brandishing his wand.
You can leave. The words repeated themselves in Lily's head, and finally she settled back onto the floor, leaning against a desk.
"I'll even help," Narcissa said sweetly, and the wand began to fuck Lily again. Though after a moment, it pulled out, dodged around her legs, and then prodded at the opening of her arse. Lily's eyes widened, and then she cried out in pain as the wand lodged itself inside.
"I wanted to make sure that you could still fuck yourself with your fingers," Narcissa said, as if she were doing Lily a great favour. "Now, go. Or did you need more incentive?"
Lily took a deep breath and reached between her legs. She closed her eyes and fingered herself, trying to ignore the burning of the wand inside her, trying to think of anything else but what was happening. The truth was, in spite of everything she was actually a little wet, and with some amount of shame she realized that something had aroused her - maybe the wand, maybe Narcissas's lies about James and the other boys….
It seemed to go on forever.
When she saw the flash of light behind the lids of her eyes, she opened them, and that's when she saw Narcissa with a wizarding camera, snapping pictures of her. She stopped, horrified, but Lucius barked at her once again, and she could think of nothing else to do but continue.
"That's it, whore," Narcissa purred. "Smile for the camera. Show us your pretty pussy, how much you love to be fucked up the arse. You were right, Lucius, all mudbloods are whores. She'll be so disappointed when you obliviate her - she won't be able to think about us while wanking at night. Maybe part of her will remember, maybe she'll wake up craving the taste of my cunt."
Lily felt sick, but she just tried to ignore Narcissa's voice as best she could, tried to touch herself in the way that she did at night when she fantasized about James, who despite being a total git most of the time, was absolutely dreamy. She wondered if she could fake it, fake having an orgasm - but somehow she thought they'd know.
"I haven't got all day," Narcissa sighed, and then licked her lips and hissed, "Beg for it." Lily felt the wand slide out of her arse.
Lily said nothing, and Narcissa repeated, "Beg me to fuck you."
Lily's eyes darted to Lucius, who lifted his wand and began to speak.
"Fuck me!" Lily blurted before he could finish. "Fuck me, please, please fuck me…."
Narcissa approached her, and picked up Lily's discarded wand. "You little slut, I knew you wanted it."
She tapped her own wand onto it, murmured an engorgement spell, and then Lily watched as her wand grew and expanded until it was basically phallic-shaped. "Go ahead and keep touching yourself if you want," Narcissa said as she loomed over Lily, positioning the engorged wand between Lily's legs. "But you want this, don't you?"
Remembering the earlier command, Lily nodded. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Please, I want to come."
Narcissa smirked, and shoved the wand inside her. Lily cried out in pain, but then, against her will, as Narcissa began to thrust the object in and out of her, it began to feel better. Good, almost, if she could block everything else out of her mind.
Narcissa whispered filthy, almost nonsensical things into Lily's ear as she continued to fuck her, and Lily's fingers moved furiously over her clit, trying to bring herself off.
"That's it, you know you like it," Narcissa hissed against Lily's neck. "You've liked all of this, haven't you, you little slut. You pretend to fight, pretend to be horrified, but deep down inside you know what an honour it is to even have me touching you. You'll dream about my cunt for the rest of your life and never have another taste. You'll ache for Lucius' cock, knowing that you'll never have a man like him. You won't remember this, but I will. I'll know what a little whore you are, how you whimpered and writhed underneath me, how you begged to be fucked. Maybe you'll be lucky and it'll happen again one day. I'll be sure to remember what a willing, wanting little plaything you are…"
And Lily finally came, biting her lip and trying not to make a sound, but unable to completely stop the moan from escaping her lips, the way her hips bucked involuntarily towards Narcissa.
The contented smirk on Narcissa's face was horrible, and as she pulled away, she reached between Lily's leg, gathered moisture on her fingers, then brushed them across Lily's mouth. "Whore," she repeated.
"Should we let her go now?" Narcissa asked, looking over her shoulder at Lucius. "That bit was actually kind of fun, maybe you should have a go…"
"No!" Lily cried. "You said you'd - "
But she didn't get a chance to finish the sentence, and nor did her tormentors get a chance to reply, because suddenly the door opened.
Severus Snape was standing there.
Lily's eyes widened in horror and she tried to cover herself up, but he was already staring at her.
"Your timing is pretty awful, Severus," Lucius drawled. "You just missed the most fantastic display. Your little mudblood friend here just came all over her own wand, begging to be fucked."
Severus swallowed so hard that Lily saw his adam's apple spasm. "She's… not my friend."
"Of course not. We've already discussed the dangers of associating with mudbloods, haven't we?" Lucius walked over and put an arm around Severus' shoulders.
"What's he doing here?" Narcissa asked suspiciously. She looked almost annoyed, and for a split second Lily wondered if it was because Severus hadn't given a second look at her in her corset and stockings since he'd walked into the room.
"Where do you think I got the camera, pet? Besides, I thought he might like to see this."
"I - I most certainly did not," Severus stammered, yet he couldn't seem take his eyes off of Lily there on the floor. She had pulled her skirt down, and was holding her shirt together with her hands.
Narcissa laughed and said, "Why don't you just fuck her? It's not like you're even half the man Lucius is, I doubt it would tarnish you too much…"
"No!"
Despite everything, Lily felt incredibly grateful to Severus in that moment.
"Let her go," Severus said, looking up at Lucius. "She's not worth the risk. I can't believe you were doing this in the castle. Don't you know that Dumbledore - "
"Oh, Dumbledore," Narcissa spat. "That old coot has his head up his arse."
Lucius held up a hand to silence her. "You are right, my dear, but Severus does have a point. I don't want to risk your being expelled; that could affect our wedding plans. And I believe we've had our fun, don't you?"
Narcissa smiled. "Great fun." She leaned over and kissed him softly.
It occurred to Lily how much they truly loved each other, two souls, both evil. It was revolting.
"Go back to your bed, pet. I will finish up here. And never speak of this. I can assure you she will remember nothing."
Narcissa nodded, then quickly stepped into her discarded robes, and quietly left the room.
"You are absolutely certain you do not want to take advantage of this opportunity?" Lucius asked Severus, looking down at Lily.
"No," Severus ground out. "Not like this."
Lucius picked up the camera from the desk beside him and then pulled out a stack of photographs. Lily couldn't see them from where she was sitting, but she could tell that they moved. Her face burned with humiliation as Severus flipped through them, an expression of amazement and horror and lust on his face.
She imagined what was on those pictures - her touching herself, her being fucked in the arse with her own wand, Narcissa looming over her, her head thrown back, hips bucking wildly as she came…
Lucius said something quietly to Severus, to which he nodded.
Lily watched in horror as Severus pocketed one of the pictures. "No!"
"Oh, don't worry, little mudblood," Lucius purred, looking down at her. "It's nothing incriminating. Just a whore touching herself, having charmed her wand to fuck her. No one else involved. I'm sure that girls like yourself do such things all the time."
"I won't show it to anyone," Severus breathed.
"You bastard!" Lily cried, forgetting everything she'd thought about being grateful to him. Grateful for what? Not raping her?
"Get it out," Lucius suggested, sounding amused. "Because in about ten seconds you're not going to remember any of this."
Lily's mind screamed at her to remember, remember, she had to tell someone, had to make them pay for this…
"Obliviate."
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Gryffindors and Slytherins had double potions together, and Lily could not understand why Severus kept staring at her so all throughout class. Granted, things had been awkward between them ever since they had stopped being friends and he'd called her a mudblood in front of James and the other boys, but the way he was looking at her now… it was something else entirely.
Of course, the whole day had been pretty weird. She'd woken up with a pounding headache and a strange soreness between her legs that she attributed to early menstrual cramps. She also couldn't remember actually going to bed the previous night, and wondered if maybe she was getting the flu or something.
And then at breakfast, Narcissa Black had stopped her in the Great Hall. She'd only said two words - "Nice morning" - but something about the expression on her face was positively creepy, absolutely unsettling. As if she had a secret.
Lily still hated her. She was still working on a way to get her expelled.
When class ended, Lily was one of the last ones out, and when she left the dungeons she saw Sirius shove Severus (not an uncommon occurrence). She was trying to decide whether to intervene (as a prefect, if nothing else), when Severus' books fell to the ground, and a picture fluttered out of one to the ground. She couldn't see it very well, but did get a hint of red.
Sirius bent down and picked it up, and suddenly Severus was yelling at him - no, no, no! - and then Sirius was staring bug-eyed at the photograph, before ripping it to shreds right there in front of him and slamming Severus up against the wall.
Lily was used to them fighting, but she'd never seen anything like this. Never seen Sirius that angry!
She thought she heard Sirius yelling something like, Where did you get that? Were you spying? You little pervert!
"Hey!" she yelled, marching up to them. "Stop that right this instant!"
Sirius looked at her with the strangest expression as he let Severus go.
"You - you don't know what he - " Sirius started to say, his eyes drifting down to the torn-up photograph.
"What is that?" Lily asked, unable to decipher the tiny pieces.
"It's nothing," Severus said quickly. "Nothing. Just something I wasn't supposed to have. It's better that it's torn up, better no one sees it."
Sirius glared at him, a look that Lily would describe as murderous. "Yeah. Best no one sees it."
"Well, all right then…" Lily was still confused, but if they weren't fighting anymore there was nothing she could do about it. "Come on then, Sirius, we'll be late for Charms."
Sirius' eyes didn't leave Severus until he'd rounded the corner, and then he offered a bit of a smile to Lily. "Hey, don't mention that to James and the guys, yeah? Don't want to start a contest of who can beat up on Snivellus more."
Lily looked at him warily. "Okay… hey, is everything all right?"
"Sure." Sirius slung an arm around her and looked out the window of the castle. Then his lips curled up in a strange expression, like he'd just come up with some brilliant plan.
"Full moon soon," he said, and then they continued on to class.