A/N: Well, this is a random plot bunny that smacked me upside the head during math class yesterday, one sheet of notebook exactly. Sorry for not updating Est Vitae for awhile. But I've driven with my dad to Richmond, VA from Charlotte, NC today. So, I wrote most of another chapter and will probably upload it today or tomorrow. This is Severus' POV as if in a journal or something. I don't know. SLASHY ELEMENTS TO THIS. R&R! VEO~out!

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Sometimes, people call him insane. I call him absurd. Those opinions are correct on both accounts. For he is a pudding-obsessed, constantly smiling red-head who would prefer to play Call of Duty on his xBox then attend Death Eater meetings. He's insane, but we love him.

People say I'm cold and mean. But Rabastan, oh no. Rabastan says I'm afraid to get hurt. I don't know how or when we got so close that he could tell that, but the thing that scares me most is that he's right. Whenever I come out from behind my shields, or let people in, someone gets hurt. And it's always my fault.

So if he's already gotten so close to me that he knows so much about me…what if I loose him next? I'd fall apart. I can't live without him. I've come to depend on his ecstatic salutations and his sleepy smiles, eyes full of adoration before he falls asleep in a fit of post-coital exhaustion.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks last night. I love him. I'm in love with him. I, Severus Septimus Lucius Augustus Tobias Fitzwilliam Prince-Snape am in love Rabastan Lysander Lestrange, second heir to the Lestrange family fortune.

Whenever I close my eyes, I see his face. His loving smile and those bright hazel eyes, gleaming with pleasure and excitement. I feel like a love-sick fourth year, but…whenever he looks at me, I can't breathe. My chest gets all tight and I feel like I'm flying and drowning at the same time.

And people have started to notice. They've begun to notice me staring off into space, at nothing, with a blank expression on my face. Or at least, sometimes it's blank. Other times, I get too far into some little fantasy of mine, and I get this indulgent look on my face. Whenever I think of him.

Sometimes, people call him insane.

If that's the case, his insanity is contagious.

~Fin?