Chapter One

They stood closer than necessary, Snape thought as he sat in the prefects meeting. The Head Boy and Girl were standing so close that their arms were practically pressed together. What could have possibly happened over the summer? Sure, they'd gotten friendly over the last year, but something was different. It was more than the acceptance of having the same friend group he's seen last year. Something had changed.

When she spoke, his eyes were fixed on her. And he would finish her sentences. And then she would look at him, look approvingly at him while he addressed the group. The Head Boy and Girl had somehow gotten on the same page. He remembered a time when the two of them couldn't speak without fighting. He remembers when Lily would complain about him and his friends, but mostly him. There were only a few things he was sure of in life. One was that his father was a worthless muggle, the second that, with a few exceptions, Slytherns and Gryffindors would never get along, and third that Lily Evans hated James Potter. Well, he used to be sure about the last one.

Now, he didn't know what was happening. It was more than a cordial working relationship. They were friends. He couldn't believe it, but somehow it was happening.