Smile Like You Mean It

"Severus, why don't you smile more?"

"Hmm..."

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Are you even listening to me?" she questioned.

The man 'hmmed' again. His wife snatched the book he was reading out of his hands and tossed it across the room. He glared at her.

"What on earth do you think you are doing, woman?" he seethed.

"Getting you to answer a question!" she said matter-of-factly.

Severus frowned. "What was the question again?"

The woman smiled. "Why don't you smile more? You look so handsome when you do, but you hardly ever do it!"

"...and why exactly would I want to look handsome?"

"Because it would make you less terrifying."

He smirked. "Who said I want to be less terrifying? Perhaps I like scaring people."

Hermione swatted his arm. "If you're going to do a smirk, why can't you just make it a smile?"

"I don't want to," Severus said simply. "Now may I have my book back?"

"No!" She did know one way to get him to smile for her though. She looked up at him with what he had dubbed the 'ultimate sad puppy face'.

He groaned. "Hermione, don't look like that..."

"Please smile?" she begged, her bottom lip trembling slightly. "For me?"

Severus sighed. "Very well..." He gave her a small smile.

"Now smile like you mean it!"

With a laugh the man complied.


Titled based on Smile Like You Mean It by The Killers