Bruce Mulciber was pissing Severus Snape off.
It started perhaps a few weeks ago, when he woke up and found himself in Mulciber’s bed in their shared dorm.
“Good morning, my love.” He greeted him with the usual grin and a forehead kiss. That gesture, for some odd reason, made Severus feel strange.
Severus didn’t know why, but it pissed him off.
Then there was a time when they were studying— yes, studying— and Severus couldn’t help but notice the way he looked when he actually focused and put in the effort.
His golden eyes were focused unlike anything he’d seen. Intense, as if he was facing Gryffindor in a quidditch match (at least, that’s the comparison Severus made).
When Bruce caught him staring, he grinned and snuck a quick peck on his lips.
“Focus.” Huffed out Severus, clearly flustered at the gesture. “Vanity will skin you alive if you fail again.”
Bruce chuckled and went back to work, even though the look in his eyes or the grin on his face never went away. Smug bastard.
There were times they’d be in Hogsmeade together, and Bruce would do something— anything— and Severus just has this urge to… bite him. He almost believed he turned into a vampire when he was wearing that shirt—
They were already dating, damn it! Wake up, Severus Snape, having a crush on your boyfriend is pathetic! (---As said by Charity Burbage, sick and tired of hearing Severus rant about him.)
Severus confronted him one day, fed up about this little puppy crush on him.
“Hell—” Bruce couldn’t even get a word in before Severus kissed him— a little aggressively. Without hesitation, he kissed back, but he was definitely confused.
When Severus pulled away, he still looked annoyed. “Stop doing that.”
“Doing… what, exactly?” Asked Bruce.
“I have a crush on you and I’m sick of it.” Responded Severus.
There was an awkward silence between the two, before Bruce broke into tiny giggles.
“What?” Asked Severus impatiently. Bruce wrapped his arms around his waist tighter before speaking.
“Nothing. It was very cute. You were very cute. Well, you are, you get the point.”
“Shut up.”
They went back to making out on Bruce’s bed.
“Oi, you horny freaks, other people sleep in here!” A voice shrieked from behind them. Scrambling away from each other, they both turned and noticed Wilhelm by the door.
“Wil…” Both of them groaned in frustration.
Cut to ten years later, and Severus still didn’t solve his puppy crush issue. Not even eight years ago at the altar. He’s learned to live with it now, though.