#pro snily

Severus: "Lily, I am not a girl. I am not wearing makeup. I am not wearing a dress, and for Merlin's sake, I am not pretending to be a girl."

Lily looked at him with her doe-like eyes, and sadly, Severus was not immune to that. "Please?"

What happened after that was hours of some sort of makeover. Lily didn’t have a problem with his hair because he already kept it long. She washed it, applied some potions, and dressed him in an oversized black turtleneck sweater paired with a pinstriped skirt. She added leather boots, a jacket, and some makeup.

Lily: "Let’s go to Hogsmeade. I promise no one will recognize you."

Sev: "I am not doing that."

Lily: "Come on."

Sev: "Fine… just for the sake of seeing if anyone recognizes me."

...

The Marauders were having fun walking around Hogsmeade when James noticed a girl with red hair.

James: "Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail look at that lady with Evans."

Sirius: "She looks kinda cool. Similar to my aesthetic. What are the chances she’ll say yes to a date?"

Remus: "Doesn’t seem like a good idea."

They approach the duo.

Sirius (flirty tone): "So, Evans, who's the pretty lady with you?"

For a moment, the girl almost sneered. It looked very similar to someone, though he couldn't remember.

Lily: "A friend from another city. Severina."

Severus glared at her, but Lily just looked bemused.

James: "Witch? Obviously, what would she have been doing in Hogsmeade otherwise?"

Sirius: "So, Severina, would you go on a date with me?"

Severus: "No. Let's go, Lily."

And Lily held Severus's hand, giggling and walking away.

Every time Severus wakes up sweaty and panting from a nightmare about SWM, she can't help but remember how she thought it was humorous, how she nearly cracked a smile.

Every time she sees his bare back, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt about not being there for his later summers at home. Every time she notices the marks, she can't help but feel guilty.

Every time she notices his hidden attempts at attention, whether it be asking for the time or simply walking into the room she's in, she can't help but feel guilty she wasn't there. She can't help but remember how she was his only friend.

Every time she feels how he melts into every touch, whether it be a hug or a playful poke, she feels rocks drop in her stomach. She can't help but feel guilty, can't help but remember how she was the only well meaning soft touch he had.

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