Can not. Will not.
Severus stared at Hermione for a moment before gathering his wits and leaving the room.
Frowning he walked into the lounge-room and began pacing. That was unexpected.
Was it just hormones or did Hermione really feel that way about him?
Him, of all people! Snarky, pale, mean-spirited, unable and incapable of loving, and she loved him.
Severus felt his heart rate increasing. He didn't love her. He couldn't. It was impossible. Besides, it wouldn't be fair. Love only gave false hope until it slowly vanished. She might love him but he could never, would never, subject her to such disappointment.
….
I think Sevvie is only kidding himself. He doesn't want her hurt because, deep down inside, he really does love her.
But here, ladies and gents (gents? No? Only women? Okay…), is where the drama begins and the truth cries for attention.
Stayed tuned until next time!