Title: Distant Admiration
A/N: this is my first time writing a Snape/Hermione fic. But this just came into my head so i had to write it down.

His POV:

I love her.
I love her so much but i can't show it. No one must know the way I feel. And to think that it would be her of all people. The last person I expected in the whole world. Whenever I see her, I can't help but think about how I should react to her presence. When she's alone, it's so much easier; i nod, not smiling, in fear of giving my emotions away. She smiles back half-heartedly somehow knowing that I am faking my emotions. My heart lurches and I can't help but feel like an idiot. I can't bear to acknowledge her when everyone she knows is around. I pretend I do not see her no matter how much she looks at me, expecting an answer. I look away, knowing how much this hurts the both of us. Sometimes I wish she was alone most of the time so that I could have that chance to say something to her. But whenever she's alone, I am never able to give up the time to be spent with her.
I hate myself for being like this...for loving her.