1 Corinthians 13:4-8 – Love doesn't envy …
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Sirius had already broken every single piece of furniture in the room, so this time he turned his rage on the floor-length mirror. Even as his fist sailed through the air and collided with the glass, he could feel no pain through his rage. Ignoring the blood that flowed over his fingers, he began to throw random spells at the walls.
That was when the door opened and none other than Severus Snape walked in. Not even a second had passed before Sirius had him pinned against the door, his hand tightening around the Slytherin's throat.
"I saw you and my brother together today. Hanging all over each other. Fucking disgusting," he snarled.
Somehow, even though his face was turning an unpleasant shade of red, Snape managed to keep his composure. "I'm not shagging your brother, if that's what you're implying."
After a few long moments, Sirius loosened his grip, but didn't let go completely. Then he smiled wickedly. "No. Of course you aren't. Who would ever want you?" His grip tightened again unconsciously. "You're mine and no one else can have you."