Severus Varis Prince was everything Sirius wasn’t. He was someone, who Walburga would like her son to be. Slytherin, prodigy in potions, good son, ideal heir for an ideal bloodline. Maybe that’s why Sirius so desperately hated him from the very beginning, when he spotted Prince’s face in school corridors and heard some juniors whispering.
(- Mother told me that Varis Prince decided to homeschool him and got him personal tutors.
- Then why he is here?
- No idea. Do you think he will get on Slytherin?
- Totally. His sister Eileen also get there. Rumors have it that Princes can speak parseltounge...)
It was making him mad. He didn’t want approval from his family or high life, but his heart was betraying him by sinking whenever he saw pale face with high cheekbones.
Maybe that was jealousy. Sirius loved his brother, who was always following Prince and looking at him with adoration and puppy eyes. Watching this strange almost brotherly looking affection was truly hurtful. Regulus is taking revenge on you for calling James your brother, said strange voice on the back of his mind. Yeah, totally, agreed despaired Sirius.
More and more he caught himself on staring on Slytherin table. He even changed his usual seat on that one which gave him more comfortable way to watch Severus, who was squeezed between Mulciber and Avery.
( - Hey! I always sit here! - exclaimed Peter, when he saw change. Although he shut up really fast when Sirius gave him the look. There was something eerie in it. Something that only Black family could have. Something that Sirius tried to kill in his eyes that look so much like father’s)
James was busy with Lily, Peter followed him. Remus was the only one who spotted something strange in friend’s behavior. Is everything alright, Padfoot? Yeah, everything is okay, Moony. (No, nothing is okay). Just kinda sleepy today. (Just got crazy because of the baby who I used to call ugly girl once, when we were children. Because of the boy who almost broke my nose with that petite fists of his).
On Potions he sat right behind Severus. No, he didn’t want to watch his opening from time to time nape. No, of course he didn’t want to watch how beams of light were playing in his silky black hair. Sirius was watching his graceful hand with delicate fingers (just like he remembered them to be in childhood), because who knew what dark techniques he was taught by his tutors in Prince manor? Severus first sure wanted to share them with Regulus. To deprave Regulus. (Cause how this white swan-like neck, roman nose, doe eyes and pink lips couldn’t deprave?)
Severus also was always accompanied by Avery and Mulciber. And that was maddening too.
“Prince seems to be good little one,” said James once. “Even him being Slytherin would be tolerable, if only he wasn’t always hanging out with Wilkes and Avery and Rosier…”
Lily made everything only worse – she reminded about his friendship with Charity Burbage, who almost every girl in school couldn’t stand.
“Blonde bimbo bitch” Evans looked very displeased. No muggleborn solidarity. “There are only shittalking, gossips and fashionable duds in her head. Stupid hoe.”
Sirius couldn’t remember when, but he heard that Charity had conflict with Mary McDonald and Marlene McKinnon. Although he was sure everyone hated her before and some scandal was just an excuse to despise girl openly.
Would everything be different if only Severus was ordinary boy? If only the met on the train? If only Lily was Severus’ friend? Such thoughts were pestering him all nights.
He stopped eating enough, he couldn’t fall asleep. Remus continued to ask about his health regularly. Sirius continued to lie to him, but everyday he saw that Remus understood something.
“Fuck, I’ve lost my pocketbook…” hissed James, while lying under the tree. He slapped himself. Sirius sighed, sensing that Prongs would make him terminate his nice daytime nap.
“Prongs it’s just a notebook.”
Potter looked at his friend reproachfully. Moony and Wormtail were sitting nearby and discussing some tests. Nerds.
“No, it’s my pocketbook”. Black suddenly imagined what could be in that fucking notebook that Jammie worried about it so much. His snotty love poems for Evans?
“Well”, Sirius rolled his eyes. “Where have you left it?”
Of course James didn’t remember where he left it, so they just looked for it in every place they visited today.
In potions class Sirius didn’t found Slughorn, so he just looked among rows for ‘pocketboock’ (basically Jame’s diary). When he heard footsteps, he decided to hide under one of the desks. For sure he would be sent to detention for something he didn’t even do. Yes, Black in potions class is really a bad sign.
“Are you sure that there is no one here?” Sirius brought hand to his mouth in order not to gasp. That voice totally belonged to Severus Varis Prince…
“Slughorn always takes naps at this time. No one excep of him spends their time here” …who was even now followed by Mulciber. Why they even needed empty class?
I need to go, thought Sirius. But you would like to eavesdrop, wouldn’t you, strange voice inside asked him. He couldn’t disagree.
“Bruce, if you’re wrong I’m gonna kill”, Mulciber name was Bruce? He never knew. Or remembered.
“No need. Your father would gladly do it, if I’m wrong”.
Sirius peeked from his shelter and saw how Mulciber gently took Severus by his hips and put him on the table.
It’s not right not right not right, his mind was almost screaming. It was so wrong. Dark hands, undressing Prince, taking off his white shirt nearly as white as his untouched skin, Prince’s long skinny legs parting in order to be closer to Mulciber’s muscular body. Goosebumps on pale back he got because of Mulciber’s kisses.
Severus quietly hummed while exposing himself for lover’s caressing.
“See? You like it in Hogwarts. And it didn’t worth all of your worries”.
“You made my being here comfortable”.
“I kinda knew”, Bruce’s voice annoyed.
“I just don’t like your every day fights with Gryffindors…”
“Like Potter and his mates?”
Quiet ‘yeah’ sounded so intimidating that Sirius was ready to cum right now in his own pants. Fuck.
“Don’t bother your pretty head. They’re just bunch of assholes. Black, for example. Always bullying junior Slytherins like my cousins, but too afraid to deal with me or Edmund”.
‘Sirius Black’ that sounded from Severus’ lips drowned in his moans. That was too much – Sirius is like provided material for the wet dreams to the end of his life.
“Little Zabinis are nice”, Sirius heard how Prince was saying it through smile.
“I knew you gonna say it. You love them more than me…”
“Shut up… But maybe I do.”
“Liar. I still remember sixty eight letters you wrote to me first time i fell from the broom…”
“I was thirteen, Bruce”, Severus mumbled in Mulciber’s shoulder.
You never got letters from him, teased strange voice. Ouch.
“I’m sure you would do it nowadays too”.
They started, Sirius thought, when he looked on Severus’ shivering back and heard his moans and Mulciber’s quiet gasps.
Fuck.