A Valentine for Snape
He stared at the object on his plate, its deep red just shy of being black.
"What is it, Severus?" Minerva asked, leaning over his shoulder for a better look.
"It's a Valentine," he answered blankly.
Minerva gazed, incredulous, over the rims of her glasses. "Beg pardon?"
"It's a Valentine." Severus' voice held no more belief than it had the first time.
"A Valentine?" Minerva repeated.
"A Valentine," he confirmed.
"And it's not booby-trapped?"
"Oddly enough, no."
Hermione grinned as she slipped silently out of the Great Hall. She so loved fucking with Snape's mind.
written for the grangersnape100 "anonymous Valentine" challenge