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It all started in Potions.

Fifth year, a Tuesday, and the dungeons were thick with the smell of stewing nettles and the low hum of Slughorn's voice. James Potter was paired with Sirius, as always, but his attention kept drifting across the aisle to where Severus Snape worked alone, his hands steady and precise as he added crushed moonstone to his cauldron.

Slughorn’s voice boomed, “Ten points to Slytherin for Mr. Snape’s perfect infusion!” and Sirius groaned, elbowing James. “Bet he’ll be insufferable for a week.”

James made a face, but the truth was, he couldn’t help watching Severus—how he frowned in concentration, how the fringe of his hair kept falling over his eyes.

When their own potion went sideways (Sirius had misread the instructions and dumped the valerian in too soon), smoke filled the air and Slughorn hurried over, his mustache twitching. “Oh dear, gentlemen—perhaps you should observe Mr. Snape’s technique!”

The class laughed, but Severus didn’t. He just glanced at James, his dark eyes unreadable, and for a moment, something flickered between them—something sharp, and electric, and impossible to name.

James couldn’t let it go. When class ended, he cornered Severus by the shelves of ingredients, ignoring Sirius’s warning look. “How’d you know to add the moonstone then?”

Severus scowled. “Read the textbook, Potter. It’s not that difficult.”

But he hesitated, and then—almost as if he couldn’t help himself—he added quietly, “It reacts better before the valerian, stabilizes the base.”

James blinked. “Right. Thanks.”

Their hands brushed as Severus slid past him, and James’s stomach twisted with an unfamiliar heat. He watched Severus disappear down the corridor, heart pounding, and tried to convince himself it was just annoyance—or maybe envy.

But all afternoon, he couldn’t stop replaying that moment: the brush of fingers, the low timbre of Severus’s voice, the way his defenses slipped for just a second.

So when the rain came, turning the castle grounds into a muddy labyrinth, and Sirius’s jokes faded into background noise, James found himself staring out the common room window—thinking about Severus, and that look in his eyes.

He hated it. He hated that he couldn’t stop.

“Oi, Prongs, you dead over there?” Sirius’s voice cut through his reverie. “If you’re planning to brood, at least do it somewhere less miserable. You look like someone’s hexed your broomstick.”

James blinked. “Just tired,” he lied, raking a hand through his hair.

Remus looked up from his book. “You’re not going to practice?”

James shrugged. “Pitch’ll be a swamp. McGonagall’ll have our heads if we track mud everywhere—besides, Evans is on patrol, and she’ll dock points if she catches us.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Since when do you care about points?”

James didn’t answer. Instead, he stood and stretched. “I’m going for a walk. Maybe I’ll find somewhere dry to think.”

He ignored Sirius’s wolf whistle and Remus’s knowing smile, grabbing his cloak and slipping out. The corridors were mostly empty, the rain keeping students huddled in their common rooms. James wandered aimlessly, boots echoing on the flagstones, until he found himself in the dungeons.

He almost turned back. Almost. But something made him keep going—a pull he’d never admit to, not even to himself.

He found Severus in a disused classroom, hunched over a battered notebook, hair falling into his eyes. The room smelled faintly of damp stone and ink. For a moment, James just watched him, unsure what he was supposed to say or do.

Snape looked up, and his expression shifted from surprise to something guarded. “Potter. Lost, are you?”

James snorted. “Just avoiding Sirius. He’s in one of his moods.”

Severus’s mouth quirked, almost a smile. “That’s new. Didn’t realize Gryffindor golden boys got sick of each other.”

James stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “You’d be surprised.”

There was a silence—heavy, but not uncomfortable. James looked at Severus, really looked, and wondered how he’d never noticed the way the candlelight softened his sharp features, or how his fingers moved restlessly over the notebook.

“So,” James said, forcing casualness he didn’t feel. “What’re you working on?”

Severus’s eyes narrowed. “Nothing you’d understand.”

James grinned, unable to help himself. “Try me.”

Severus hesitated, then slid the notebook toward him. James glanced down—potions notes, detailed and complicated, margins full of scribbles and corrections.

“It’s brilliant,” James said quietly, surprising himself.

Severus looked away, color rising in his cheeks. “It’s nothing.”

James wanted to say more, but the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he sat down across from Severus, listening to the rain drumming against the windows, and tried to ignore the strange, fluttery feeling in his chest.

In the weeks that followed, things shifted between them. It wasn’t dramatic, just subtle—a nod in the corridor, quiet conversations in shadowed corners, a rare smile exchanged over cauldron fumes. They were never seen together in public for long; James made sure of that, not wanting to deal with Sirius’s theatrics or the endless questions from the rest of the Marauders.

Their meetings became a secret routine: late nights in unused classrooms, hushed laughter in the library’s back rows, rainy afternoons spent sharing notes and the occasional sarcastic remark. James told himself it was harmless, that he and Snape were just… what? Not friends, exactly. Not yet. But something close.

He liked it, liked the feeling of being let in on something private. When Severus was alone, away from Slytherins and snide remarks, he was different—quieter, funnier, almost gentle in a way James hadn’t known people like Snape could be. It startled James how much he wanted to make Severus smile, how much he craved that rare, soft look Severus sometimes gave him when he thought James wasn’t watching.

Sometimes, James caught himself thinking that maybe he was special for being allowed to see this side of Severus. Only Lily seemed to get the same treatment, and the realization sent a strange jolt through James’s chest—pride, maybe, or something sharper.

He started to notice things he shouldn’t: the way his stomach twisted when he saw Severus laughing with Lily by the lake, the jealousy that flared if another Slytherin leaned in too close, the rush of warmth when Severus looked at him first in the corridor, even if it was only for a second.

It was confusing. Maddening. He spent hours replaying their conversations, overanalyzing every word. Was this what friendship felt like? Or was it something else? Did he like Severus, or did he like him? Was it just the thrill of a secret, or did he want more?

To make things worse, James had never been particularly subtle. He’d find himself leaning in when Severus talked, grinning a little too wide at his jokes, brushing their hands together when he passed Severus a book. Sometimes he’d tease Severus just to see him scowl and blush, then wonder why his heart was pounding so fast.

He didn’t realize he was sending Severus mixed signals. He didn’t realize that his lingering glances and playful nudges, his sudden silences and quick retreats, were enough to make anyone dizzy with hope one moment and confusion the next.

Severus, for his part, seemed to take it all in stride—quietly watching James with a look that was half-challenge, half-longing. James wondered what Severus thought of him, if he thought of him at all when they weren’t together. And if he did… what then?

Severus stood by the window, watching the rain cascade down the glass, lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around the way James interacted with him. To Severus, it felt like a riddle he couldn't decipher. Was James truly offering friendship, or was it all a game? The uncertainty gnawed at him.

In the shadows of the room, Regulus leaned against the doorframe, his brow furrowed with concern. He had always admired Severus, seeing him as more than just a friend—he was a brother. But lately, Regulus had sensed a shift. He couldn’t shake the feeling that James wasn’t to be trusted.

“Severus,” Regulus said softly, stepping into the room. “I’ve been watching you and Potter… I don’t like it.”

Severus turned, his expression a mix of confusion and annoyance. “What are you talking about?”

Regulus crossed his arms, his voice steady. “You’re trying to understand him, but I think he’s just toying with you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you—like you’re just some… challenge to conquer.”

Severus scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No, I do,” Regulus insisted. “You’re my brother, and I care about you. I can see you’re trying to find common ground with him, but I don’t think he cares about you like that. I think he just likes the thrill of the chase.”

Severus’s gaze fell, the weight of Regulus’s words settling in. “So, what do you want me to do? Just turn my back on him?”

“Protect yourself,” Regulus replied firmly. “Don’t let him play with your feelings. You deserve real friendship, not some game.”

Severus shrugged, but in the back of his mind, Regulus's warning echoed. Maybe he needed to be more cautious. After all, friendship was a fragile thing, and he wasn’t ready to risk it on someone like James.

“Severus, listen to me,” Regulus pressed, his eyes narrowing with concern. “I see the way you look at him, and I don’t want you to get hurt. Potter is not like us. He’s a Gryffindor, and they thrive on attention and games. You’re too good for that.”

Severus felt a flicker of frustration. “You think I don’t know that? But when we’re together, it’s… different. He makes me laugh. He’s not what everyone thinks he is.”

Regulus shook his head. “Or maybe he’s exactly what everyone thinks he is. You’re vulnerable right now, Severus. All this time you’ve spent together—those smiles, the quiet moments—it could mean something to you, but to him? It might just be a passing fancy.”

“What do you want me to do?” Severus shot back, his voice sharper than he intended. “Just ignore him? Pretend like I don’t feel anything?”

Regulus took a step closer, his expression softening. “No. But protect yourself. Keep your guard up. If he cares about you, he’ll prove it. But if he does this for a thrill, you need to be ready to walk away.”

Severus fell silent, staring out at the relentless rain. He wanted to believe Regulus was wrong. He wanted to believe that what he and James had was real, but doubt crept in, whispering insidious thoughts.

“Just promise me you’ll be careful,” Regulus said, laying a hand on Severus’s shoulder. “I can’t bear to see you hurt.”

Severus nodded, though the weight of uncertainty settled heavily in his chest. He turned back toward the window, watching the raindrops race down the glass as if they could wash away the confusion swirling within him.

The rain didn’t stop for three days.

By the fourth, the castle smelled of damp cloaks and wet parchment, and even the ghosts complained about the chill creeping through the corridors. Classes dragged on endlessly, and the grounds were a mess of mud that swallowed shoes whole.

James hadn’t seen Severus properly since that afternoon in the disused classroom.

Not alone, anyway.

They passed each other in corridors—quick glances, the briefest nod—but Severus never lingered. If James slowed down, Severus sped up. If James tried to catch his eye in Potions, Severus kept his attention fixed stubbornly on his cauldron.

At first James assumed he’d imagined it.

Then he noticed Severus leaving the library just as James arrived. Not waiting after class anymore. Not meeting him in their usual quiet corners.

Something had changed.

And it was driving James mad.

“You’re staring again.”

James blinked, dragged out of his thoughts by Remus’s calm voice. He looked down at his half-finished Transfiguration essay and groaned. “Am not.” “You are,” Sirius said cheerfully from the armchair, upside down with his legs hanging over the back. “You’ve been glaring at that parchment like it insulted your mother.”

James tossed a quill at him. Sirius caught it without looking. Remus tilted his head slightly. “Something bothering you?” James hesitated. He couldn’t exactly say I think Snape is avoiding me and it’s making my stomach feel weird.

“Just tired,” he muttered.

Sirius snorted. “You’ve said that every day this week.” James scrubbed a hand over his face. “Drop it, Pads.” Remus watched him for another moment, thoughtful but mercifully quiet.

Still, James could feel the tension in his chest tightening. Because the truth was— He missed Severus. Not just their conversations. Not just the potions notes or the quiet laughter. He missed the way Severus looked at him when he said something clever, like James had surprised him. He missed the soft, rare smiles Severus tried to hide behind a scowl.

It was ridiculous.

He barely even liked the bloke a few months ago. So why did it feel like something important had slipped out of his hands? The answer arrived two nights later.

James was heading back from the library when he spotted Severus in the corridor ahead, walking quickly toward the dungeons with a stack of books clutched to his chest.

“Snape!” Severus stiffened. For a second, James thought he might pretend not to hear. But Severus stopped. Slowly. James jogged up beside him, slightly out of breath. “Merlin, you walk fast.” Severus didn’t look at him. “Was there something you needed, Potter?” he asked flatly.

James frowned immediately. Something was wrong.“Yeah,” James said slowly. “You’ve been avoiding me.”Severus finally looked at him.His expression was carefully blank.

“I haven’t.”

“Have too.”

“I’ve simply been busy.”

James crossed his arms. “Busy for an entire week?”

Severus’s jaw tightened.“That’s hardly your concern.”

The words hit sharper than James expected.

For a moment neither of them spoke. Students passed by in the corridor, voices echoing faintly off the stone walls.

Finally James said, quieter now “Did I do something?”Severus blinked.Clearly, that hadn’t been the response he expected.“What?”“I mean it,” James said. “If I said something stupid, just tell me.”

Severus stared at him for a long moment. Rain rattled faintly against the high dungeon windows.Then Severus let out a short breath.“Your behavior has been… confusing.”

James blinked.

“…Confusing?”

“Yes.”

Severus shifted the books in his arms, gaze flicking away.

“You seek me out. You sit with me. You act like we’re—” he hesitated “—friends.”

“We are friends,” James said immediately.

Severus laughed softly.It wasn’t a happy sound.

“And yet,” he continued, “in public you barely acknowledge me. Your friends would be quite entertained, I imagine, if they knew.”James felt heat crawl up the back of his neck.“That’s not—” “And the touching,” Severus added abruptly.

James froze.“…The touching?”Severus’s ears were pink now.“You brush my hand, lean close, smile at me like—like—”He stopped, clearly mortified.James’s brain, meanwhile, had completely short-circuited.“Oh,” he said weakly.

Severus looked suddenly tired.“Regulus thinks you’re playing some sort of game,” he said quietly. “Perhaps he’s right.”James’s stomach dropped.“Regulus said that?”Severus shrugged.

“He told me to protect myself, so I did” The corridor felt very quiet. Severus walk away James stared at him.

Lily noticed long before anyone said anything.

She noticed because Severus had stopped smiling.

It wasn’t obvious to most people. Severus Snape did not exactly walk around Hogwarts grinning at the world. But Lily had known him too long to miss the small things—the way he stared at his plate during meals, the way he turned pages of his books without really reading them.

And the way his eyes followed James Potter when he thought no one was looking.So when Severus began avoiding James entirely, Lily knew something had gone very wrong.

She found him in the library.

Of course she did.

Severus sat in their usual corner, hunched over a stack of parchment, though Lily could tell immediately that he hadn’t written a single word. His quill was hovering above the page like he’d forgotten what it was for.

“Sev.”

He looked up, startled.

“Lily.”

She slid into the chair across from him, resting her chin on her hand. Her green eyes studied him quietly.

“You look miserable.”

“I do not.”

“You do.”

Severus sighed.

Lily leaned forward slightly. “Is this about James?”

Severus went completely still.

For a moment Lily wondered if he might deny it.

Instead he muttered, “Regulus thinks Potter is playing with me.”

Ah.

That explained things.

Lily sat back, folding her arms thoughtfully.

“And what do you think?”

Severus stared down at the parchment again.

“I think… I don’t understand him.”

That, Lily thought, was probably the most accurate description of James Potter anyone had ever given.

She softened.

“Sev,” she said gently, “you know I think the world of you.”

Severus looked up, expression guarded but attentive.

“But you’re terrible at this sort of thing.”

“…What sort of thing?”

“Feelings.”

Severus made a faint, offended noise.

Lily ignored him.

“You think too much,” she continued. “You build ten different explanations in your head before you even ask a question.”

Severus frowned.

“What if Regulus is right?”

Lily smiled a little.

“Regulus is sweet,” she said. “But he’s also fifteen and deeply suspicious of Gryffindors.”

“That’s fair.”

“Very,” Lily agreed. “But he’s also protective of you. That’s not the same as being correct.”

Severus was quiet for a moment.

Then he admitted, softly,

“I thought James meant it.”

Lily’s expression warmed.

“Oh, Sev.”

“He says he likes spending time with me,” Severus continued. “But he hides it from his friends. And sometimes he looks at me like—”

He stopped, clearly embarrassed.

“Like what?” Lily asked gently.

Severus hesitated.

“…Like I’m important.”

Lily didn’t laugh.

She didn’t dismiss it.

Instead she leaned forward again, her voice warm and certain.

“Sev. James Potter is many things. Loud. Dramatic. Reckless. Occasionally an idiot.”

Severus huffed.

“But he’s not cruel,” Lily finished.

Severus looked up slowly.

“And if he cares about you,” Lily said softly, “he’s probably just as confused as you are.”

Severus frowned slightly.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

She smiled, bright and hopeful.

“Besides,” she added, “I’ve seen the way he looks at you too.”

Severus blinked.

“…You have?”

Lily grinned.

“Oh yes. It’s very obvious.”

Severus went faintly pink. Lily Evans closed Severus’s book and smiled at him gently.

“Sev,” she said,

Full of quiet certainty and dreams of better things.

“Sometimes people just need a little courage.”

Meanwhile, several floors above them, James Potter was having a crisis.

He was sprawled dramatically across the Gryffindor common room sofa, one arm over his face like a tragic hero.

“I’ve ruined everything,” he groaned.

Sirius tossed a cushion at him.

“You say that every week.”

“This time it’s true!”

Remus looked up from his book.

“What happened?”

James sat up suddenly, hair sticking in twelve different directions.

“Snape thinks I’m playing with him.”

Sirius blinked.

“…You’ve been hanging out with Snape?”

James froze.

Remus quietly closed his book.

“Well,” he said mildly, “that explains a lot.”

Sirius stared between them.

“Hold on—back up. What?”

James groaned again and collapsed backward.

“I like him.”

Sirius choked.

“You what?”

“I don’t know!” James said helplessly. “He’s clever and sarcastic and he looks at me like I’m not completely useless and—”

“Prongs,” Sirius said slowly, “this is Snape.”

“I’m aware!”

Sirius ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t like him.”

“That’s not helpful.”

“I’m just saying!”

Remus finally spoke.

“It’s not really our decision, Sirius.”

Sirius frowned.

“He’s still Sniv—”

Remus gave him a very pointed look.

Sirius sighed.

“…Fine. Snape.”

James sat up again, hopeful.

“So what do I do?”

Sirius shrugged.

“Don’t ask me. I’d hex him.”

Remus rolled his eyes.

“Maybe,” he suggested calmly, “you could simply be honest.”

James stared at him.

“…That’s terrifying.”

Remus smiled faintly.

“Yes.”

James flopped backward again.

“I’m doomed.”

Sirius kicked his foot.

“You’re dramatic.”

Remus leaned back in his chair.

“Probably,” he agreed.

Then he added thoughtfully,

“But I don’t think you’re doomed.”

The realization came slowly for Sirius Black.

At first, he thought it was a phase.

James Potter had many phases—dramatic ones, usually involving Quidditch, reckless plans, or grand declarations about things he forgot a week later.

So when James first said he liked Severus Snape, Sirius had assumed it would pass.

It did not pass.

In fact, it got worse.

James stopped laughing at Snape’s expense when other Gryffindors did.

He stopped calling him “Snivellus.”

Once, when a third-year tried to mock Snape in the corridor, James had simply said, very calmly, “Drop it.”

Sirius had nearly walked into a wall.

Then there were the looks.

Sirius knew James better than anyone. They’d grown up together, fought together, planned pranks together.

He knew the difference between James being curious about someone… and James caring.

And James cared.

A lot.

Sirius realized this one evening in the common room when James was staring toward the portrait hole like he expected someone to appear.

“Prongs,” Sirius said slowly.

James blinked. “Yeah?”

“You’re gone.”

“…What?”

“Gone,” Sirius repeated. “Hopeless. Completely doomed.”

James squinted at him. “You’re not making sense.”

“You’re in love with Snape.”

James choked on his pumpkin juice.

Across the table, Remus quietly hid a smile.

“I am NOT,” James sputtered.

Sirius leaned back, folding his arms.

“Prongs. You stare at the door like a sad puppy. You get twitchy when someone says his name. And you nearly punched a Hufflepuff for insulting his hair.”

“…His hair is perfectly fine.”

Sirius stared.

Then he groaned.

“Oh Merlin. You’re serious.”

James looked away.

And that was the moment Sirius understood.

This wasn’t a joke.

This wasn’t some rivalry turned weird experiment.

James Potter—his best friend, his brother in everything but blood—was completely, terrifyingly sincere.

Sirius sighed.

“Well,” he muttered.

James braced himself.

But instead of teasing him, Sirius nudged his shoulder.

“If you’re going to fall for someone,” he said reluctantly, “you could’ve picked someone less… Snape-shaped.”

James blinked.

“…You’re not furious?”

“I don’t like him,” Sirius said honestly.

Remus coughed.

“But,” Sirius continued, pointing a finger at James, “you’re my brother. And if this matters to you… then I’ll behave.”

James stared at him.

“Pads…”

“Don’t get sentimental,” Sirius said quickly.

Then he added, muttering,

“Besides. If he hurts you, I can always throw him in the lake.”

Remus rolled his eyes.

But James grinned.

Unfortunately, Sirius deciding to be supportive was not necessarily helpful.

He spotted Severus two days later outside the library.

“SNAPE!”

Severus froze.

Across the corridor, James went completely pale.

“Oh no.”

Sirius marched over confidently.

“Hello,” he announced.

Severus stared at him like he might be hallucinating.

“…Black.”

Sirius nodded seriously.

“I just wanted to say—”

Before he could continue, Peter suddenly appeared from nowhere and grabbed his sleeve.

“Pads, we have to go.”

“What?”

“Right now.”

“But I’m being supportive—”

Peter dragged him backward with surprising strength.

“NO YOU’RE NOT.”

Sirius protested all the way down the corridor.

James buried his face in his hands.

Severus watched the entire scene in stunned silence.

“…Your friends are strange.”

James groaned.

“You have no idea.”

Later that evening, rain began to fall again.

James found Severus in the courtyard beneath the stone arches, sheltered from the worst of it. Water dripped from the roof edges, and the air smelled fresh and cool.

Severus was reading.

Of course he was.

James approached slowly.

“You know,” he said, “most people avoid standing outside during storms.”

Severus didn’t look up.

“Most people are dramatic about rain.”

“I am not dramatic.”

Severus finally glanced at him.

“You announced your arrival by sighing loudly.”

“That was a thoughtful sigh.”

Severus’s mouth twitched.

James took that as permission to sit beside him.

For a while, they listened to the rain.

James fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve.

Severus noticed immediately.

“You’re restless.”

“Am not.”

“You are.”

James sighed again.

“Alright, maybe a little.”

Severus closed his book.

“…Why?”

James hesitated.

Then he said quietly,

“I’ve been thinking about what you said.”

Severus looked wary.

“About confusing you.”

Severus didn’t respond.

James swallowed.

“I don’t want you to think I’m playing games.”

“I know,” Severus said softly.

James blinked.

“You do?”

Severus nodded.

“Lily talked to me.”

James groaned.

“Oh Merlin.”

Severus almost smiled.

“Apparently you’re also confused.”

James rubbed his face.

“That woman knows everything.”

“She’s very perceptive.”

They fell quiet again.

Rain tapped gently against the stone floor.

James stared at his hands.

“Sev?”

Severus looked at him.

James’s voice was softer now.

“When I said I like spending time with you… I meant it.”

Severus’s heartbeat sped up slightly.

“I know.”

“But it’s more than that.”

The words slipped out before James could stop them.

Severus went very still.

James’s heart was pounding now.

“I mean— not that I— well— I might—”

He stopped.

Completely stuck.

Severus watched him struggle, something warm flickering in his chest.

“…Potter.”

James groaned.

“I’m terrible at this.”

“Yes.”

James laughed weakly.

“But you understand what I’m trying to say?”

Severus studied him.

The nervous energy. The honesty. The way James looked at him like he mattered.

“…I think I do,” Severus said quietly.

Neither of them moved.

The rain kept falling around them.

James exhaled slowly.

“Good.”

Severus tilted his head slightly.

“…You still haven’t actually said it.”

James looked horrified.

“Oh Merlin, do I have to?”

Severus’s eyes sparkled faintly.

“Yes.”

James covered his face.

“This is the worst day of my life.”

Severus laughed softly.

And somehow, that felt like the beginning of something.

The confession happened a week later.

Not in a dramatic tower.

Not during a storm.

And certainly not the way James Potter had imagined it in the increasingly ridiculous scenarios his brain had invented.

It happened in the Potions classroom.

After hours.

Severus was alone, carefully grinding dried asphodel with the flat of a knife when the door creaked open.

He didn’t need to look up.

“Potter.”

James paused halfway through stepping inside.

“…How do you always know it’s me?”

“You walk loudly.”

“I do not.”

“You do.”

James shut the door behind him, muttering something about unfair accusations, and wandered toward the worktable.

Severus tried very hard not to notice how James immediately leaned against the table like he belonged there.

“You’re here late,” Severus said.

“So are you.”

“That’s different.”

James smiled.

“Is it?”

Severus rolled his eyes, but his shoulders had already relaxed.

For a moment neither of them spoke. The dungeon was quiet except for the faint bubbling of a forgotten cauldron and the scratching sound of Severus finishing the potion mixture.

James watched him.

And watched.

And watched.

Finally Severus sighed.

“If you keep staring like that, Potter, you’ll burn a hole through my skull.”

“I’m thinking.”

“That’s worrying.”

James laughed softly.

Then he took a breath.

“Sev?”

Severus set the knife down.

Something about James’s voice made his chest tighten.

“Yes?”

James rubbed the back of his neck.

“You remember last time we talked? In the courtyard?”

Severus nodded slowly.

“You said I never actually said it.”

“…Yes.”

James swallowed.

“Well. I’ve been trying to.”

Severus went very still.

James ran a hand through his hair, pacing once before stopping in front of him again.

“I’m really bad at this,” he said honestly.

“That is becoming clear.”

“Thanks.”

Severus didn’t smile this time. His dark eyes were fixed on James’s face.

Waiting.

James inhaled slowly.

“I like you,” he said.

Severus blinked once.

James kept going, words rushing out now.

“I mean properly. Not just as a friend. Which you are. Obviously. You’re brilliant and funny and you make this face when Sirius is being ridiculous and I think about it way more than I should—”

“Potter.”

“—and when you avoid me it feels like someone’s dropped a rock in my stomach—”

“Potter.”

“—and I keep wanting to touch your hand and I don’t even know why—”

“James.”

That stopped him.

Severus rarely used his first name.

James froze.

“…Yeah?”

Severus’s voice was softer now.

“You’re rambling.”

“Oh.”

A pause.

Then Severus asked quietly,

“So you… like me.”

James nodded.

“Yeah.”

Severus’s heart was pounding now, but he didn’t look away.

“…That’s unfortunate.”

James’s face fell instantly.

“Oh.”

But then Severus’s lips twitched.

“Because I rather like you too.”

James stared at him.

“…You what?”

Severus huffed.

“You heard me.”

James blinked again.

And then he broke into the most ridiculous, bright grin Severus had ever seen.

“You like me.”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Potter.”

James laughed—half disbelief, half relief.

Then he stepped closer without really thinking.

Severus didn’t move away.

They were suddenly very close.

Close enough for Severus to see the gold flecks in James’s brown eyes.

Close enough that James could feel Severus’s breath.

“Sev,” James said quietly.

“Yes?”

“Can I—”

He gestured vaguely between them.

Severus raised an eyebrow.

“Potter, if you’re attempting to ask permission to kiss me, you’re doing a terrible job.”

James went red.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do!”

Severus considered him for a moment.

Then he said softly,

“Well?”

James didn’t wait for another invitation.

He leaned in and kissed him.

It wasn’t dramatic.

Just warm and soft and a little uncertain.

Severus made a small surprised sound against James’s lips—but he didn’t pull away.

Instead, his fingers curled into the front of James’s robes.

When they finally separated, both of them were breathing slightly faster.

James looked stunned.

“…Wow.”

Severus’s cheeks were pink.

Unfortunately, they were not alone for long.

The classroom door creaked open.

“Sev, I forgot my—”

Lily Evans stopped.

Completely.

James and Severus jumped apart like they’d been hit with a Stunning Spell.

Lily looked at James.

Then Severus.

Then back at James.

Her eyes slowly widened.

“Oh.”

Silence.

James went bright red.

Severus looked like he wanted to vanish into the cauldron.

Then Lily broke into the biggest smile either of them had ever seen.

“Oh!” she said again, delighted. “OH.”

Severus groaned.

“Lily.”

“I knew it,” she said happily.

“You did not.”

“I absolutely did.”

James rubbed his face.

“This is mortifying.”

Lily ignored him and leaned across the table, lowering her voice like she was sharing state secrets.

“So,” she whispered, eyes sparkling, “how was the kiss?”

Severus nearly choked.

“LILY.”

James laughed breathlessly.

“That was brilliant.”

Severus rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.

Naturally, Sirius found out.

Because Lily told Remus.

Remus told Peter.

And Peter accidentally told Sirius.

Sirius burst into the dormitory like a man on a mission.

“PRONGS.”

James nearly fell off his bed again.

“What?!”

Sirius pointed at him accusingly. “You kissed Snape.”

James froze.

Across the room, Remus very calmly turned a page in his book.

Peter tried—and failed—to look innocent.

“…Maybe,” James said carefully.

Sirius stared at him like he’d just announced he’d joined the goblin rebellion.

“You kissed Snape,” he repeated.

“Yes.”

“And he kissed you back?”

James groaned and buried his face in his pillow. “Yes, Padfoot.”

Sirius paced the room dramatically.

“Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.”

Remus was already smiling.

Sirius suddenly spun back toward James.

“Was it good?”

James peeked up from the pillow, red in the face.

“…Yes.”

Sirius leaned closer, eyes narrowing mischievously.

“Did you use tongue—”

THUMP.

Peter elbowed him sharply in the stomach.

Sirius doubled over.

“OW!”

Peter grabbed his sleeve and hissed, “Pads! That’s private!”

James made a strangled noise somewhere between embarrassment and laughter.

Remus finally lost his composure and started laughing.

Sirius straightened up slowly, glaring at Peter while rubbing his ribs.

“I was asking a perfectly reasonable question.”

“No you weren’t,” Peter said firmly.

James threw a pillow at Sirius.

“Get out of my bed space!”

Sirius caught it easily and smirked.

“Relax, Prongs. I’m just making sure my best mate didn’t mess up his first kiss.”

James groaned again and dropped back onto the mattress.

Remus wiped a tear of laughter from his eye.

“Well,” he said mildly, “considering Severus didn’t hex him afterward, I’d say it went well.”

James hid his face again.

“Moony, you’re not helping.”

Sirius grinned.

“Oh, this is going to be fun.”

The next morning, James woke up to chaos. Not the usual Marauder chaos.

Worse. Breakfast-table chaos.

James had barely sat down in the Great Hall when Sirius leaned across the table and said loudly,

“So.”

James immediately knew he was doomed. Remus didn’t even look up from his tea.Peter slid lower on the bench like he wanted to disappear.Sirius grinned like a wolf.

“How’s your boyfriend?”

James choked on his toast.

“PADFOOT!”

Half the Gryffindor table turned to stare.

Sirius looked delighted.

“Oh relax, everyone already knows.”

“They absolutely do NOT!”

Remus finally spoke, calm as ever. “Technically, only Lily knows.”

Across the hall, Lily Evans waved cheerfully.

Severus Snape, sitting beside her, nearly dropped his goblet.

James turned red instantly.

Sirius followed his gaze and leaned back with a smug expression.

“Well, look at that.”

James groaned and buried his face in his hands.

“I’m transferring schools.”

At the Slytherin table, Severus was having a very similar morning.

Lily was watching him with open delight.

“You’re blushing again,” she said.

“I am not.”

“You are.”

Severus glared at his plate.

Lily leaned closer, whispering excitedly,

“So. Are you two officially something now?”

Severus looked like he might combust.

“We… haven’t discussed labels.”

Lily grinned.

“But you like him.”

Severus hesitated.

Then, very quietly,

“Yes.”

Lily clasped her hands like someone witnessing the greatest romance in Hogwarts history.

“That’s adorable.”

Severus groaned.

fortunately, someone else had noticed.

Regulus Black.

He had been watching the Gryffindor table for several minutes, frowning slightly.

Then he saw James look toward Severus.

And Severus look back.

And both of them immediately look away.

Regulus narrowed his eyes.

“Oh no.”

fortunately, someone else had noticed.

Regulus Black.

He had been watching the Gryffindor table for several minutes, frowning slightly.

Then he saw James look toward Severus.

And Severus look back.

And both of them immediately look away.

Regulus narrowed his eyes.

“Oh no.”

Regulus Black did not look amused.

Not even slightly.

He stood in the courtyard archway with his arms crossed, dark eyes fixed squarely on James Potter like he was evaluating a particularly suspicious potion ingredient.

“…Potter,” he repeated.

James tried his best charming smile.

“Reg.”

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose.

This was going exactly as badly as expected.

Regulus stepped forward slowly.

“You’re smiling,” he said to Severus.

Severus blinked. “…Yes?”

“You never smile at breakfast.”

Lily had been right. Regulus noticed everything.

James rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well—”

Regulus turned sharply toward him.

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“You did something.”

“Regulus,” Severus sighed.

Regulus looked between them again.

Then his eyes narrowed.

“…Did you kiss him?”

James choked.

Severus went red.

That was all the confirmation Regulus needed.

“You did.”

Before Regulus could continue his interrogation—

“Oi!”

Sirius Black appeared like a hurricane.

Behind him trailed Remus and Peter, both looking resigned.

Sirius immediately took in the scene.

Regulus. Severus. James looking like a guilty golden retriever.

“Oh brilliant,” Sirius said. “The family meeting already started without me.”

Regulus scowled.

“This doesn’t concern you.”

“It absolutely does,” Sirius said cheerfully, slinging an arm over James’s shoulders. “This is my best mate you’re glaring at.”

James whispered, “Please don’t make this worse.”

“Too late.”

Regulus looked deeply unimpressed.

“Potter kissed Severus.”

Sirius nodded.

“Yes. I know.”

Regulus blinked.

“You know?”

“Of course I know,” Sirius said proudly. “I’m extremely supportive.”

Peter immediately grabbed Sirius’s sleeve.

“No you’re not.”

“I am!”

“You tried to interrogate him about tongue!”

“That was a scientific question!”

Severus buried his face in his hands.

Remus stepped forward calmly.

“Perhaps,” he suggested gently, “we could avoid turning this into a public duel.”

Regulus crossed his arms again.

“I simply want to know Potter’s intentions.”

Sirius snorted.

“His intentions are obvious.”

James groaned.

“Pads.”

“No, really,” Sirius continued. “He’s been mooning around the common room for weeks. It’s disgusting.”

James turned bright red.

Severus glanced sideways at him.

“…You have?”

James muttered, “Ignore him.”

Remus smiled faintly.

“It’s true.”

Regulus studied James carefully.

James suddenly felt like he was being examined by an extremely protective little brother.

“…You’re serious,” Regulus said slowly.

James straightened.

“Yeah.”

Regulus looked at Severus.

Severus nodded once.

Silence settled over the courtyard.

Then Sirius clapped his hands.

“Brilliant! Family approval achieved.”

“I did not approve,” Regulus snapped.

Sirius grinned.

“Close enough.”

Later that evening, the real chaos happened.

Because the Marauders officially met Severus.

James had hoped it might be calm.

It was not calm.

They were in an unused classroom, Severus standing beside James while Sirius circled him like a very curious dog.

“Hm.”

Severus glared.

“Black, if you continue staring at me like that, I will hex you.”

Sirius looked delighted.

“Oh he’s got spirit!”

Peter was already snickering.

Remus sat on a desk, clearly entertained.

James groaned. “Pads, stop intimidating my—”

He froze.

Everyone turned toward him.

Sirius’s eyes lit up.

“Your what, Prongs?”

James looked like he wanted to disappear.

“…Friend.”

Severus raised an eyebrow.

Remus hid a smile.

Lily, who had arrived five minutes earlier and immediately claimed a chair, said sweetly,

“Oh, James.”

James covered his face.

Sirius laughed loudly.

“Merlin, you’re hopeless.”

Severus sighed but stepped a little closer to James anyway.

Remus watched the interaction thoughtfully.

Then he said quietly,

“Well. If it helps, Severus… James has been unbearable about you.”

James groaned again.

Peter nodded.

“He sighs a lot.”

“And stares at doors,” Sirius added helpfully.

“And once he asked if his hair looked ‘particularly tragic today,’” Remus continued.

Severus blinked.

Then, slowly—

He smiled.

James peeked through his fingers and saw it.

His brain immediately stopped functioning.

Sirius noticed.

“Oh this is brilliant,” he said.

Lily beamed.

Regulus, who had appeared silently in the doorway, sighed like a long-suffering older brother.

And Remus leaned back against the desk, watching the ridiculous group with quiet amusement.

Because somehow, against all odds—

The Marauders, Lily Evans, Regulus Black…

And Severus Snape had become the strangest friend group Hogwarts had ever seen.

The garden behind the Potter–Snape house was loud with laughter.

Streamers floated lazily in the warm summer air, enchanted to shimmer between deep red and emerald green. A long table was covered with food Lily insisted on bringing, half of which Sirius had already stolen.

Children ran everywhere.

The oldest, seven-year-old Harry, sprinted across the grass with a wooden broom clutched in both hands, shouting dramatically.

“I’M THE FASTEST SEEKER IN THE WORLD!”

“Absolutely not!” Sirius shouted back. “That title belongs to me!”

Harry ignored him and kept running.

Behind him waddled his little sister—three years old and determined to keep up despite her tiny legs. She tripped over the grass, popped back up immediately, and declared loudly,

“Harry wait!”

The one-year-old was currently in Remus’s arms, drooling happily on the sleeve of his cardigan.

Remus sighed.

“I should have worn the old one.”

Peter laughed from his seat.

Regulus stood nearby with his arms crossed, watching the children with the quiet expression of someone who had somehow become a very involved uncle.

Lily leaned toward James at the table.

“You realise,” she said, amused, “that Harry is exactly like you.”

James looked deeply proud.

“Of course he is.”

Across the yard, Sirius had dramatically fallen to the grass after Harry “defeated” him in a pretend Quidditch dive.

“I’ve been bested!” Sirius declared. “A new champion rises!”

Harry cheered.

The toddler clapped enthusiastically.

Remus shook his head fondly.

Severus stood slightly apart near the garden steps.

Not alone—never alone—but quiet enough to simply watch.

Harry racing across the grass.

The little girl tugging Regulus’s hand to show him a beetle she’d discovered.

Their youngest babbling happily in Remus’s arms.

James laughing at something Sirius said.

The scene felt… impossibly warm.

Years ago Severus would never have imagined this life.

Not the noise.

Not the friends.

And certainly not the family.

James walked over, slipping beside him on the steps.

“You’re being suspiciously quiet.”

Severus hummed softly.

“I’m observing.”

James followed his gaze toward the children.

Harry was now attempting to teach his sister how to “fly” using a stick.

“That’s going to end badly,” James said.

“Yes,” Severus agreed calmly. “But it will be educational.”

James laughed.

Then he looked back at Severus.

There was still that same look in his eyes after all these years—the one that had once made Severus’s heart race in a quiet courtyard at Hogwarts.

“Sev?”

Severus turned toward him.

James’s voice was softer now.

“Are you happy?”

For a moment Severus didn’t answer.

He looked back at the garden.

At Harry shouting with Sirius.

At Lily helping the little girl fix a crooked birthday crown.

At Remus gently rocking the baby.

At Regulus pretending not to smile.

Then he looked at James.

Really looked.

At the messy hair that had never improved.

At the warm brown eyes.

At the man who had somehow become the center of his life.

Severus reached for his hand.

“Yes,” he said quietly.

“I am.”

James smiled.

And in the garden behind them, their family kept laughing.

The afternoon sun stretched across the grass, warm and golden.

And for once, everything felt complete.