Title: Lunch-Time Lust
Author:
iulia_linnea
Characters: Implied Snarry, Colin Creevey, Luna Lovegood
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Summary: People are watching during a meal in the Great Hall.
Disclaimer: This piece is based on characters and situations
created and owned by J.K. Rowling; various publishers, including, but
not limited to: Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books;
and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or
trademark infringement is intended.
Unseen
Colin likes to watch . . . people. Eyes reveal everything about
a person, don't they?
He notices immediately how the professor stares at Luna. All
that glowing skin, he thinks. Who wouldn't wonder what it'd be
like to touch?
Colin knows that no one ever wonders that about him.
But Luna seems curious, too, as her eyes follow Snape's progression
toward the High Table. It is a nice ass, I admit.
The witch isn't the only one watching it. Harry always
watches it, the poor sod. Snape's not gay-he couldn't possibly
be gay the way he's caressing Luna with those dark, mysterious . .
. .
The man's eyes are marvelous-so deep, so wide-even when they narrow
in annoyance, as they do now as Ginny blocks Luna's body from his gaze.
I wonder what he sees in her?
Colin always sits in the back of Potions; he doesn't want Snape to
see him. If he ever saw my eyes, he'd know . . . what I see in his.
And that would be a disaster because Snape isn't gay. And even
if he was . . . . he'd watch someone like . . . Harry.
Ginny moves, and Colin can see that Luna seems relieved. But she
won't look at Snape, not now. He'd see.
Looking
He always looks like he's running, even when he walks.
He always looks like he's alone, even when he's surrounded by people.
He always looks, even when his eyes are closed.
He always looks angry, even when he smirks.
He always looks at Harry in derision, even when his eyes hold . . .
heat.
He always looks frightened, even when his face is shuttered against
himself.
He always looks like a hero to me, even though he plays the villain.
He always looks through me when I look at him looking at Harry, even
though I know he knows I see him.
Seeing
I see him staring at her all the time. I don't know why. She
looks back, but she doesn't mean anything by it.
Does she?
She must think . . . no. She's just . . . she wouldn't . . . she
didn't see me with him-she couldn't have!
Oh, gods! What if she did?
But we were alone, and Severus always locks the door. No, Luna must
just be wondering. It's my fault. She sees me looking at him, too.
She must see a lot, staring the way she does. She sees everything
and nothing. She's just Luna.
And even if she thinks she sees something . . . .
Knowing
I know the Creevey boy has transferred his affections from Potter
to myself, but this is ridiculous! Perhaps a detention would
dissuade the chit from darkening my door? There's no danger of Creevey
ever acting upon his crush, but the girl . . . she has a heedless air
about her. I expect she would make a go of it. Perhaps she'd
make me a hat? Model it for me, nude? No. If I take that
one, I'd have to keep her. And Potter is foolish enough to fancy
himself in love with me-he'd never forgive me for . . . indulging
myself with anyone else.