A.N So my groggy brain thought of this story while I was traveling back from Cornwall and I had to write it down anand post it. Good news it is finished, depending on how everyone likes this short, I might do an epilogue.Oh and dont worry, What if and Moments are not abandoned.

HARRY POTTER IS NOT MINE!

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It had been 10 years after that fateful night Severus Snape perished under the venom of Voldemorts snake, Nagini.

10 years had been a great deal of time to pass, yet for a painting, a decade was nothing.

For 10 years Severus Snape saw his past students grow before his eyes, as he sat staring at them as they all caught up in age.

For some reason, when his portrait was being created, the creator, whoever it was, decided he would forever stay as his 38 year old self.

Forever set in a canvassy state of loneliness.

Although that wasn't the case. The other paintings had tried to befriend the former potions master, yet Snape refused most offers.

He preferred his own space. Which was why his portrait did not reside in the headmasters office, but his own living quarters, in the dungeons.

However there a was a newer residence in the dungeons, although they were not exactly new.

It had been 5 years since his favourite know it all had taken a mastery in potions and was now the most recent portions master at Hogwarts.

At first neither were happy with the extra company. Granger would try to start conversations, but Snape would just walk away from his painting and pretend that he didnt secretly enjoy the company.

However as years went past, Severus could see a change in Hermione, their living to portrait relationship grew closer and closer. Heck, even Severus would now consider Hermione a close a friend.

However that was not nessasarilly the truth. He did like Hermione, very much, but not as a friend. Although he would not admit it himself but he found himself absolutely head over heels in love with her. Her company was something he looked forward to everyday, she could rip into his painting and touch his heart and it would beat again.

He loved seeing her brown eyes light up everytime they would engage in an intellectual conversation in potions. Or when her cheeks would paint themselves red when she would get flustered over a debate. But his favourite thing to see would be when her little pink tounge would dart out with concentration, when they were playing chess. Even though he was a portrait, he could still command the wizard chess peices to move for him. Although he disliked wizard chess very much, they both knew it was a sacrife they were both willing to take to be able to play against one another, but after a while it didn't matter and they both played nightly.

10 years ago, Severus would not belive that he could be content as a painting. However there was a difference between being content and being happy. Severus Snape was not happy, how could he be? He was dead and stuck in a canvass, hopelessly in love with the 28 year old Hermione Granger. There was nothing he could do but sit, watch, debate and play chess with her until she moved on.

Oh how he wished he hadnt died that day. Oh how he wished he could wrap that witch up in his arms and never let go.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he cared about her, alot.

What Severus saw through his canvass everyday, was a highly intelligent young woman, who was considerably lonely. He knew through years of conversations that she had few friends. Yet being highly commended for being such a scholarly person she gave any chance of a social life away.

She was truly lonely.

It broke his heart at night, over the years, when he could hear her sobbing over the ones she lost. Oh how he wanted to reach out of his painting and wipe away her tears and fill her life with love.

Even after all these years she still cried herself to sleep.

However Severus had noticed that she was crying more. She would walk into her quarters and cry, sit by the fire and cry, and look at his portrait and cry.

That was the day Severus knew she felt the same.