It had been almost a week since I hadn't spoken to Severus. I'd tried to help him out when James and his immature friends were mockingly using the Levicorpus spell on him and humiliating him in front of many students. I'd told James to stop, and had tried to shut the crowd that was laughing loudly , but I couldn't do that by myself, nobody would listen to me. I'd threatened to tell Dumbledore, but obviously , James didn't care one bit. He didn't even flinch.
He would just call out 'Oi , greasy head, having fun up there?'
"Shut up! Let him down, Potter, let him down right now!", I'd yelled out angrily , crossing my arms over my chest, but little did I know, it was an insult I'd received as a response from Severus, instead of a thankful comment.
"I don't need your help, filthy mudblood."
Yes, Severus Snape, the boy I'd grown up with had insulted me and not any insult, he'd called me a mudblood. An ungrateful term to say a witch or a wizard who was born from two muggle, non-wizarding parents. I never thought he would be able to say that to me, yet there he was, and those words had been heard.
I'd turned around and had watched his frightened features, he had, indeed, realized what he'd done. Not only was he being humiliated , but he was losing the most important friend and person he'd ever had in his life , and that was me. He knew it, but I would never forgive him. I bit my lip, and shook my head, showing my disappointment. "You're just as bad as they all are...", I'd murmured before running off.
Yes, it had been almost a week, and I did feel empty inside. I was used to getting up every morning hoping to see Sev so we could go take a walk by the lake, talk about everything, school, friends, classmates, grades, hopes and dreams, projects. We were so close... But everytime I thought about it, I'd shrug those thoughts away, because I knew a real friend would never say those words , 'mudblood.' Nobody had ever called me that way, nobody had ever shown any sign of disgust like that towards me, nobody had shown any sign of disrespect like that, and anyone who knew me well enough knew how much of a spiteful person I could be. And that was just too bad for him.
"Evans!", called out James when he saw me in the Great Hall, heading outside, "Evans, I told you he was just a jerk."
"Because you're any better, Potter?", I narrowed my almond-shaped, light colored eyes at him. Did he think I'd fall into his arms so easily just because my best friend had called me the most hateful word in the world ? "Just because he's nothing but a scumbag doesn't mean you're any better."
He grabbed my hand, this time, it wasn't as brutal and rough as the night when we were in the common room , and he'd insisted for forgiveness. No. It was gentle, soft. Again, as I looked at him, I could see sincerity and truthfulness in his eyes.
"What do you want now...", my voice wasn't as dry and cold as I'd wanted it to be.
"Come with me, I want to show you something."
"I have no time for your childish games, Potter, I have to study, I have an essay to write again, and I've got a few exams soon. I have no time for you."
He chuckled , and my hand still in his, dragged me outside the castle. I had no idea where we were going, but somehow , I had no strength to argue with him again. He was like a grown child ; the more you told him no, the more he wanted it, and the more you tried to make him understand, the less he would. I figured it would be easier to follow him, see what he had in mind and get it over with already.
We walked into the courtyard, and down the lake, and soon enough, we were alone down the fields. We were running far away from the castle , and as he started running faster and let go of my hand, I felt like my heart was lighter and lighter, along with the weight of my petite body. I felt the wind hit against my incredibly pale and freckled face, and the breeze created a wonderful melody with the leaves on the green grass. I closed my emerald eyes , my long, straight red hair flying in the wind. It was as if I had no problems anymore. Opening them slightly, I followed James , and all of the sudden saw the Quidditch Pitch not too far from where we stood. I rose an eyebrow, but did not bother to say a word, and simply followed him.
Once we arrived on the pitch, James murmured a spell , and I caught glimpse of a broom flying towards us. Quickly enough, the dark haired Gryffindor boy fixed his glasses a bit, and grabbed the broom with one hand, giving me a mysterious and playful grin. "Do you trust me Evans?"
"No", I replied, a hint of playfulness in my voice. Pft. Of course I did not trust him,what did he expect ? Me to say yes like those bubble-headed princesses from fairytales . He wasn't my prince, and I sure wasn't a princess. James got on the broom, and extended his hand for me to take, "I can help you get on , Evans..."
"No need for your help, thank you very much."
I got on the broom easily, and grabbed his shoulders lightly. I didn't want to get too close to him. He was still the annoying, insisting brat that had been chasing me all this time, since the first day we'd even met.
"I suggest you grab onto me better than that, beautiful. You're going to fall...", he chuckled jokingly.
"I'll be fine."
Before I knew it , James hit the ground with one foot and the broom started flying inches and inches off the ground, until I could barely even look down. I gulped , I was scared although way too proud and stubborn to admit it .
I hated admitting weaknesses . I moved closer to him, absent-mindedly, and wrapped both thin arms around his fit body.
That afternoon, we flew during hours, first around the Quidditch Pitch, he explained how he chased after the Golden Snitch, and bragged about his last victory, and we flew across the forbidden forest, and across the woods. We flew over the black lake , and he stopped once we got closer to the castle.
"We're going to do something crazy now...",he warned me , and nudged me playfully. But I was too scared of heights to respond to his joking moves and his usual playfulness, and I just gave him a curt nod.
"You're a mad person, James Potter."
He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wand, murmuring a spell, and making a long, colored cloak appear in his other hand. Before I knew it, he'd thrown the cloak over the broom and both of our bodies , and had made a tight not to both sides of the broom so it would stay still. He slowly flew up the castle, the view was astonishing, amazing. I'd never seen something so beautiful, but I didn't want to get his hopes up, by pure habit.
"How do you like it , Evans?", he smiled at me.
"It's alright I suppose."
"Come on, you're loving this."
"It's more than fun, you're just a very stubborn girl", he laughed lightly.
I don't know how many hours we flew across the Hogwarts grounds. I just know that once he took off the invisibility cloak and we got off the broom , the sun was coming down, and we could see the sky darken.
We walked into the courtyard, where most students were packing their stuff, picking up their books and wands in order to get in the school, and walked through the doors. We climbed up the stairs, silently. I don't even remember what I was thinking, I just know I didn't say a word to him after the 'adventure' .
In the common room , I just remember him smiling at me and kissing my cheek, and me giving him a dry, cold "Goodnight, Potter."