Rating/Warnings: G, swearing
Characters/Pairing: Severus Snape, Lily Evans, Eileen Snape
Summary: Severus and Lily share a sweet moment in their park.
Word Count: 499
Notes: written for Writer's Block: 10 Things I Hate About You challenge
The sound of something clattering against Severus' window roused him, and he blinked blearily at the glass in confusion before another pebble hit with a clink sound. Groaning, he flopped back down and covered his head with the pillow. He hadn't had nearly enough sleep, despite the fact that his clock showed the time to be closer to 1 pm than was comfortable.
Another clink was followed by Lily's voice floating up from the yard as she shouted, "Severus, if you don't get your lazy arse out of bed, I'm coming up there!"
At that, he dragged himself out of bed, stumbling to the window and shoving it up before calling down grouchily, "You wouldn't dare!"
Lily's only response was laughter, and he huffed indignantly before shoving the window closed again. Of course, he knew she would dare, so he figured his best bet was to get dressed before she saw him in his pajamas. The thought was more than a little embarrassing. And sure enough, by the time he had finished brushing his teeth, he heard her clomping up the stairs.
"Severus, seriously, it's one in the afternoon, I thought you'd have wanted to get away from this house as soon as possible," Lily said as she leaned against the door frame, watching him intently.
"I do," Severus mumbled, putting his toothbrush away. He turned to her, rubbing damp fingers on his jeans as he added, "That doesn't mean you had to wake me up like a barbarian."
"Whatever you say," Lily said, rolling her eyes and grinning mischievously as she grabbed his hand and started dragging him towards the front door.
"Quit dragging me, I know the way!" Severus groused, trying not to smile.
"Stop complaining, I know you like the attention," she said without even looking at him.
"Are you sure? Because at the moment, I hate it," Severus said drily, glancing into the kitchen on the way past to see his mother reading at the kitchen table. He called to her to let her know he was leaving, and she just waved dismissively at him without looking up. His mouth twisted unpleasantly as a familiar stab of hurt went through him. Lily tugged on his hand impatiently again, as if to say hurry UP, and he followed her, this time with less protest.
Lily quieted, seeming to sense his mood shift, and didn't speak again until she had lead them to the river beside the park. She let go of his hand and they both stretched out along the banks before she pillowed her head on her arms and looked at him.
"You want to talk about it?"
Severus remembered the shouting match he'd overheard the night before, the worst he'd ever heard, and he shook his head slightly, looking away as moisture gathered unbidden at the corners of his eyes.
"I never want to talk about it," he said softly, an unspoken thank you hanging between them for a moment. He felt her lay her head on his shoulder, and he couldn't help but smile.