Severus hated that blasted group of boys. They were all entitled, thought themselves better than everyone else. They gave him endless gripe over things out of control.

How was Severus supposed to control the fact he was scrawny? How was he supposed to control the fact his hair was greasy when he couldn’t afford a proper shower.

It was weird, really; the fact that you were nice to him. You were a marauder, popular, people liked you. he liked you.

Severus couldn’t wrap his head around it. To him, the whole group hated him: James, Sirius, Remus, you, Peter and Lily. He hated that Lily hated him

But you liked him. When James would throw him cruel remarks you’d hit his arm and tell him to be nice. When Sirius held him up in the air and humiliated him, you’d been the first one to try stop him (and had scolded him aggressively for it)

It had been raining for the past week; a storm, the grounds of Hogwarts were soggy and muddied. Still, Severus sat under one of the bridges that connected the wings with a potions book in his hand. It was shocking when you’d sat beside him with a smile. No hint of mockery, no disdain or hatred the other marauders held for him. Severus only saw kindness.

Still, to protect himself, he was cold; “what do you want?” He snapped. Probably too harsh for you- you didn’t deserve that kind of treatment but Severus didn’t know how to portray his emotions any other way.