|snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap,|
@ 2009-01-06 12:00:00
|Entry tags:||creation: fic, rated: nc-17, triceybabe|
Happy Daft Day, asnowyowl!
Title: Lily's Eyes
Pairing: Snarry, Implied Harry/Wood
Warnings: AU, Chan (11), rimming, slightly dark, noncon.
Prompt/Summary: From the very beginning Severus is pulled towards Harry.
Author's Note: First time writing about Harry this young. Asnowyowl, the story turned a little darker than I thought it would be, but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless. (Not to be mistaken to the lovely lilyseyes.) Much thanx and love to my lovely betas, ciraarana and eeyore9990.
Ron paused in stuffing his face. The youngest Weasley boy scooted closer to Harry and bent his head towards him.
Harry turned towards his friend in askance, his eyebrows furrowing. "What, Ron?" he asked when Ron didn't say anything.
"Snape is staring at you again," he answered, whispering. "I don't know why, but I don't like it. It's giving me the creeps."
Harry's eyes flickered up to the head table, but he saw nothing to cause any alarm, as Snape was currently sipping his soup. "You're mental. Why would he?" Harry asked, absentmindedly rubbing his scar. "The Professor doesn't like me at all."
Ron tilted his head as he studied his small friend. "Does it hurt?"
Harry shook his head. "No. Just itches. Has done since we left Potions yesterday. I think I might have got some weird potion ingredient on it." After finishing his dinner, he stood. "Do you think Madam Popsicle would have any cortisone cream?"
Ron burst out laughing, attracting a few stares. "Harry, it's Pomfrey. Not Popsicle!"
Harry blushed and stared at his shoes. "Well... there're a lot of names I have to know! Not my fault I grew up with non-magic relatives!" he said defensively.
The red head stopped laughing at that. "Harry, I'm not laughing at you. Honest. It was just funny. And non-magic people are called Muggles, here."
"Oh," he murmured. The boy fidgeted in his seat. "There's just so much to learn, I'm not sure I can keep up," he said honestly, scratching his scar once more. "I didn't even know about the wizarding community till about a month ago."
Ron nodded sympathetically and rubbed the new wizard's shoulders. He didn't know why he was doing it. It was just something his mother would've done to him and his siblings if they were feeling down.
Harry quirked a small smile, almost leaning into Ron's touch. He couldn't remember the last time when he was touched with such kindness. Hell, he couldn't remember a time he had ever been touched, except in a 'grab' situation.
"What's a cor... courtney cream?" Ron stuttered. "Does it taste good?"
Harry giggled. "No, Ron! It's an itch cream that Muggles use to stop itching. It's medicine."
"Oh! We have potions for that type of thing. Mum made me some before I left for the train. I have it in my trunk." He stood and wrapped a slice of cake in a napkin. "Let's go. I'll let you use it." He put an arm around Harry's shoulders and led him out.
As the two left, laughing, dark eyes followed their exit. Severus Snape took a sip of his tea, idly drumming his long fingers against the table. Eyes narrowed, he took in the familiarity of the quick friends.
A strange feeling rose up in him, taking him by surprise. It was almost like a punch to the gut. Jealousy. Pure, unbridled, jealousy. It made his hand clench tightly and his heart quicken with anger.
Severus stood quickly, startling some of the first years. With a swirl of his robes, he stalked out, heading straight to his quarters.