Laughter erupts from the sound of books hitting the ground. For Severus, it's just another day of this living nightmare. James Potter flashes a satisfied smirk, he is always so egotistical about his bullying, that truly is only a small inconvenience. Severus rolls his eyes, although it's unnoticed under his long black hair, and picks up his books from the floor.

It's time for the Potions class with Professor Slughorn. This means Severus will have to deal with the class shared with the Gryffindors, the issue... The Marauders. But it was also a class he had with you.

You walk in with a couple of friends just two minutes before time, as you always do. A pumpkin pastry in your hand that you quickly scarf down as you take your seat. And Severus can't help but let his imagination of you litter his mind. From small touches to intimate moments to even just your smiles directed at him.

He's pulled from his thoughts at the sound of Slughorn announcing for the class to start their brewing. Once again Severus had tuned out of the lesson, luckily potions were a natural gift for him. So he could still brew the best potion.