This is another one of those stories I wrote out of boredom. I don't own HP, no many how many times I ask Santa.

Those eyes. Those beautiful green eyes. They were so wide, so long, but seemed to fit in perfect. The shape of an almond. The most beautiful color in the world.

Snape could sit there dreaming and staring into them for the rest of his life. He wanted them to be the first thing he saw in the morning, and the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes at night.

He wanted to see them as he leaned in closer, just before he closed his own. He wanted to see them when he pulled back slowly, staring up at him.

Lily's eyes were the most beautiful things about her, and he loved them.

He decided to just sit there and stare at them the rest of class.

"Er...Professor?" A voice said, waking him from his musing. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Snape shook his head. "Shut up, Potter. Fifty-seven points from Gryffindor."

"What for?"

For having your mother's eyes, he thought. "Because you're blocking my view with the horrid glare off your horrid glasses."

Harry had a weird look on his face, because Snape couldn't seem to take his eyes off of Harry's own. What a creeper.