A Valentine for Snape

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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.

"From whom?"

"No idea."

"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.

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02/12/07


written for the grangersnape100 "anonymous Valentine" challenge