A/n: So this is just an attempt at another HG/SS story. I may or may not continue with it, just let me know what you think. (Warning: some of my logic may not make sense right away.) Oh, and I stole the title from a song I like by Taylor Swift.

Hermione chewed on the end of her pen waiting for the yearbooks to be passed out. Because of Voldemort's defeat they found no reason for there not to be year books, and so they were passing them out right now.

Nobody understood what was troubling her, they didn't understand why she was so distraught.

Sure, she was brilliant-everybody knew that, but for some reason she felt...empty, like something was missing. She just couldn't put her finger on it. It's not like she was a virgin or had never had a boyfriend before, Harry had taken care of the virginity and Ron had taken care of the boyfriend part. She still felt like she had missed out on something she desperatly wanted.

In every year book she recieved Hermione wrote variations of, "Hope you remember this last year as a good one -Hermione." Except when she recieved Harry or Ron's in them she wrote, "Thanks for the new experiences, I love you guys! -Hermione," with a little winking smiley face at the end.

When they were told the signing-of-the-yearbooks period was over everybody recieved their books and left to their next class.

'Today's the last day I'll have to enter that damned potions hell. I just have to make it through this one class, then go to my doors and ready for the seventh yearer's dance.' Hermione thought to herself, trying to keep her hopes up.

She walked into the foul classroom and took her seat, remembering every moment she had in this classroom. She was almost sad that she was leaving this class, almost.

"Good afternoon class." Severus grumbled as he walked from his private chambers. All of the students stayed quiet and intent. They really didn't want to get detention on the last day.

"Considering all of you are eager to be rid of this class I have decided to do a potion that may or may not be fun to you," Severus took in a shaky breath, "We will be making a felix fecies potion. Can anybody tell me what this particular potion does or is?"

Hermione's hand immediately shot up, "It's a luck potion, it causes confidence and a sense of oppertunity but is deadly in large amounts. This particular potion is desperatly tricky to make and disasterous to get wrong."

"Correct, now if you'll excuse me I need to retrieve some ingredients from the back. Please do try not to wet yourselves from excitment." Severus chuckled seeing how the boys were getting excited about what the potion could bring them.

"Know-it-all mud blood." Draco snickered loudly. Hermione held her breath and tried not to react.

"Maybe if you took enough you could get laid; you poor, poor mud blooded virgin." Draco whispered.

That teared it. Hermion shot out of her chair and walked over to Draco. She grabbed him by the shirt collar and pushed him hard against the wall, lifting him a foot into the air.

"You listen here you ferret, I am tired of your shit." Hermione hissed. She pulled out her wand and pressed it into the skin of his neck.

"Miss Granger, it would be best in your intrest if you put Mister Malfoy down." Severus bellowed.

"And for your information I am not a virgin." Hermione hissed in a whisper as she threw him hard to the floor.

Hermione turned on her heel and walked back to her seat.

"I'll be seeing you in detention." Severus whispered to Hermione as the rest of the class began to start their potion.

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After about 45 minutes the class had finished their potions and were leaving to put their year books in their rooms and get ready to get ready for the dance.

Hermione walked glumly to the potions class and stood waiting. Soon Severus walked into the room and stared at the girl...or woman.

"So what's my detention Professor, let's just get it over with." Hermione sighed sitting down in a chair waiting for him to answer.

Instead of answering verbally Severus walked into his chambers and came back with Hermione's year book.

"Where'd you get that?!" Hermione asked with a very shocked expression.

"Miss Weasley," Severus stated simply, "I wrote something in there, do not read it until tomorrow."

"Yes sir, but is that all?" Hermione asked dumbfounded.

"No stand up and come here." Hermione obeyed and walked over to him.

Severus smiled down at the girl.

"I wish you the best in all that you do." Severus whispered.

"And I you." Hermione whispered suddenly feeling not the slightest bit rude.

"You're going to be late for the dance." Severus chuckled as he turned Hermione's robes into an elegant dress.

"Really? Thank you so much!" Hermione chimed as she gave him a brisk hug and ran out the doors to where the dance was being hosted.

Severus rubbed his temples and walked into his chambers.

"I need a drink," he said to himself.

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As Hermione packed her bags she began to feel sad about leaving her only home. She wasn't sure where to go, concidering her parents had been killed. She was wrapped up in her thoughts when she remembered her year book. When she decided she had a while before she had to go to the train station she opened the book.

Almost every one said something like, "Have a great rest-of-your-life." Very unsincere in her oppinion. Harry and Ron signed, "I'll never forget you Hermione, come visit at the burrow whenever. Love from your friends." She flipped through the pages looking at the faces drawn on the pages of her yearbook then stopped as she got to the teachers section.

There in large print next to Professor Snape's picture said, "Sometimes you forget to show it. Sometimes it doesn't seem to be there. Sometimes it's as if it doesn't excist. But it always shows, it's always there, and it exists. Stay beautiful." Hermione's jaw fell open when she realized this was Severus' handwriting and not a joke.

This was so weird, Hermione thought it better to keep it a secret. And with that she closed the book, put a spell on it so that it would never open to that page without a password and the rythem of her wand on it's spine.

Hermione silently tucked the book away in her bag and ran to Ron and Harry and began to walk to the train station with them. So many things were rolling her mind at that moment especially the voice of Severus saying, "you're beautiful," over and over.

A/n: The spell check on this thing is broken again! ( It's really getting to me. So if things are misspelt, I'm sorry.