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Suspicious Minds
Severus Snape, by nature, was a suspicious man.
As a child, he had looked at gifts with a weary eye.
This increased during his youth thanks to the indignities he suffered at the hands of The Marauders.
Every drink held the possibility for ruin, every dark corner a trap.
As a Death Eater, turned spy, this mind set became an asset.
Every friend was a potential Judas, every lover a Jezebel in disguise.
Not that he had much time for lovers. He was suspicious of anyone professing to find him attractive. He knew he wasn't.
That's why he couldn't' believe Potter.
~Oo0oO~
"Say again?"
"I..umm…well…like you."
Midnight eyes narrowed. "What are you play at, Potter?"
"Nothing! I just like you. That's all."
"I don't believe you. Was it a dare? Were you dared to do this?"
"No! Hmm…I knew you were a bit paranoid, but this is a bit ridiculous," Harry huffed.
"I believe the word you are looking for is cautious. I'm not paran-what are you doing?"
Slowly, Harry cupped his face.
"I suppose I'll just have to show you I mean it."
~Oo0oO~
The kiss was sweet and perfect.
And, for once, Snape put his suspicions to rest.