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Sev's Gang	By : RueRambunctious Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Lucius Views: 5202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The way Severus rubbed the skin under his eyes was an indication of his surprise at the lack of dark rings there, and although it did not show he was relieved that the whites of his eyes had not reddened.
He did not desire conversation and kept well away from his jocular dorm mates, knocking Avery away with a bony shoulder when he dared to clap a hand on Severus’ shoulder.
Severus wanted nothing more to do with any of them. He showered quickly and pulled on shabby clothing.
His dorm mates wisely refrained from suggesting that his attire could provoke a certain awful blonde further.
Severus made his way out of the dungeons as quickly as possible and headed in the opposite direction.
“Severus?”
The malevolent threats in Severus’ eyes receded slightly. “Lily,” he mumbled.
The pretty redhead stared at her friend. Severus seems both physically tired and world-weary to an extent she rarely saw at school. “Severus what happened?”
Severus shrugged beneath the layers he wore to detract from his thinness. “Let’s not discuss it,” he said.
“Oh Severus,” Lily said softly, stepping forwards to take her friend’s bony hand and squeezing it.
“Can we go somewhere?” Severus muttered.
“Of course, the last thing you need right now is a fight with your house mates or mine,” Lily murmured, referring to both her blood status and to the antagonistic nature of certain Marauders.
Severus made a mild growling noise in agreement and followed Lily.
When they were somewhere suitable Lily guided Severus to sit and stared at him in concern.
“Stop worrying,” Severus murmured.
“If I stop worrying I’ll start plotting,” Lily replied, coaxing a small smirk from the Slytherin.
Severus gazed at his beautiful friend. Her normally correct posture was discarded in favour of hunching towards him and the amount of caring in her eyes almost made him uncomfortable.
“Oh Severus,” Lily whispered, the concern in her voice doubling, “you’re hurt.”
“It’s nothing,” the boy replied. Reluctantly, he tolerated Lily’s scrutiny of the injuries he had apathetically examined in the shower. Lily plucked at his clothing to further see the bruising that disappeared under it.
Severus squirmed. “Don’t Lily.” Her hands felt warm on his skin; they even felt warm through his clothing. She was touching him; looking at him. He tried to pull away.
“We need to know you’re alright,” Lily replied.
Severus shook his head and drew his legs to his body: a barrier between it and Lily. Her gaze fell to his now exposed ankles.
Severus sighed and attempted to cover them, without exposing his wrists.
“You look stiff,” Lily said.
Severus let his hair fall over his face. He was stiff, but he was mostly trying to not show any more marks of shame.
“Want me to massage your legs?” Lily offered.
Severus made a face.
“They feel tight and sore don’t they?” Lily said. “They look it. Let me help.”
Severus gave a faint shrug of agreement that his legs hurt and Lily decided to take that as permission to place her hands on him.
Severus flinched but for a moment he watched Lily runs her hands up his taut, skinny legs and massage away the ache there. “Lily...” he complained.
“What? I’m not hurting anything am I? Are you hurt here too?” Lily asked.
“No,” Severus lied softly.
“Then let me try to help,” Lily said. “Relax you.”
Severus sighed. “Lils, don’t. I’m sore all over.”
Lily’s hands stilled but stayed on Severus, causing a warmth there that contrasted with the cold feeling in his chest and thawing the edges ever so slightly.
“I worry about you being amongst those monsters,” Lily said softly. “Please let me make you better somehow.”
“I don’t know how,” Severus said.
“Can I touch your chest?” Lily asked.
Severus looked at her and frowned a little. “No.”
“Are you hurt?”
“No,” Severus said.
Lily seemed to take that as permission and pushed up his oversized shirt.
“Lily,” Severus protested gruffly.
Lily placed her hand flat over his flesh. “I can feel your heartbeat,” she said.
“What are you doing?” Severus asked, with an alternating stare at her face and at the hand on his bare chest.
“Do you feel me?” Lily asked, her eyes wide as she stared into Severus’ face.
Severus’ gaze flickered and he scowled. “Of course I can feel you. You haven’t paralysed me.”
Lily cast her eyes down Severus’ torso and felt grateful that his housemates had not paralysed him either. “I’m here,” she said. “Here in your heart. I’ll always be here no matter what they do, okay?”
Something like relief shaped Severus’ face. The mood had changed and he felt safer now. She must have seen he was uncomfortable, or perhaps –definitely- he had imagined the purpose in her eyes.
Lily gave him a smile. “Friends forever.”
Severus looked at her and managed one back that was almost sweet.
He pushed his shirt down, but let Lily’s fingers remain resting on his poor excuse for a pectoral muscle. Lily might own his heart, yet perhaps Malfoy would carve a signature into Severus’ slim white thigh.
Or perhaps the injuries Malfoy had encourages MacNair to inflict were enough of a brand of ownership.
Lily rested her head gently on Severus’ shoulder and curled her free arm around him. Severus smelt of nothing but soap and shampoo and the unusual blandness unsettled her although she was unsure why. She moved her face closer to Severus’ clothes and there was a faint scent of musk and potions. That was her Severus. Not the new, clean, restricted Slytherin he was being forcibly moulded into.
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