Sharon Hawkins (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} alwaysasnapefan) wrote,@ 2007-09-09 18:08:00 |
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| Entry tags: | hp, pg-13, snevans |
Caught
PG-13 Snape likes his picture of Lily . . . maybe a little too much.
Created by LJ's belovedligeia.
Caught
"It's such a beautiful day out, isn't it?" she said with a wistful sigh, spotting him.
"It really is," he admitted, looking around. "Hey, Lily."
"Hmm?"
"Can I have another picture of you?"
"What happened to the last one, Sev?" she asked him.
"It...got dirty."
"Okay. Well, be more careful next time. I'll get my bag."
He just nodded in reply, following her as they went to find it. She handed him a replacement, though it wasn't the same pose as the last. "Thanks," he said, and made a show of carefully pocketing it.
"I'll miss seeing you over the summer, Sev," she said.
"You'll write me?" he asked her, staring intently into her face.
"Yes," she nodded.
"Good."
This picture, he thought, was even greater than the last. It was a hot summer day and he'd lazed around all day. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants that didn’t quite reach his ankles, and he hadn't bothered with a shirt. About a week ago he had received his first letter back from Lily. She was perhaps a bit forgetful. Either that or she did not care to speak to him as much as he to her—he shook these thoughts off immediately. Or, most likely, she was probably just busy, being out on vacation and all. Not having her here was a bit of a drag.
Well, there was no sign of another letter. He'd picked up her picture—until then, it had been placed on his wall with a sticking charm, which had made the wall look sadly pathetic in comparison to such young, uplifting beauty—and stared at it for a moment as if mesmerized. He had just plucked it from the wall and had not returned to his seat on the bed.
"I...love you, Lily," he whispered to the picture. The picture smiled and laughed back. This reaction touched him deep in his heart. It was almost as if Lily herself had accepted his affection. Before he could even stop himself, he slid a hand to the front of his pants’ waistline. He'd have to be more careful this time, like he'd promised.
The Lily in the picture grinned at him in her unknowing life of picturedom. She had a book in her hand, sitting in the perfect shade of a large tree, and she looked so warm and inviting. That's what he loved about her, how she seemed to accept him so well, so easily. He slid a hand into the sweatpants, and into his greying briefs. He imagined Lily, with her perfect ember-like head of hair and her eyes like emeralds fit for Slytherin, and he imagined that it was, even, perhaps her hand and not merely his at all that was against him.
He held back a gentle moan. It wasn't hard to imagine such things with this face in front of him, this lovely teenaged face, above breasts the perfect size, her body all legs as she sat sprawled on the soft, green grass. He was so lost in what he was doing, the fantasy of it all. Well, he was lost in it until the door to his room opened.
Severus looked back over his shoulder in shock, staring at the intruder. "MUM!" he cried, dropping the picture on the floor as he pulled his hand from his pants, face reddening at record speed. "Get...get out!" he sputtered.
Startled, Eileen slammed the door quickly, making a pained sort of noise. "Er...dinner is on the table...."
"Go away!" he cried out, though he didn' have to worry. She was making her way back to the kitchen as fast as possible.
And later when Eileen was tidying up, she saw the picture on her son's wall. She failed to repress a shudder, and thought, Next time he's in his room with the door closed, I knock.
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