She was crying, sobbing. She had been for some time, making the tears dry and stick to her face. She was sitting in the cold dungeons. There was a secret room down there not far from Snape's personal quarters hidden behind a false stone wall. Nothing was in the room, not even a lamp but somehow it was always light in there. The floor was dirt and the walls the cobble stone look of most old castles She heard foot steps approach, she tried to keep quiet but a sob escaped her mouth and she heard the foot steps stop. A voice whispered the complex secret password and the wall opened.
"Granger?" He frowned, taking in her appearance carefully. She was only wearing a tank top and a pair of night shorts. Her bare, pale legs covered in scars, scabs and bleeding cuts, as were her arms, from wrist to elbow bend.
Her eyes were wide as she stood, shaking, to her cold feet.
"Y-yes Sir?" she tried to look ok but her pale, tear stained face and the tremor in her voice gave her away more easily than anybody could have expected.
"Why?" He asked, it should have been a simple word, but there was pain and anguish in his voice as he looked at her wounds. They were all obviously self inflicted. Just like the scars that covered his own body.
"W-why what, s-sir?" She replied, looking at her feet, more tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Playing dumb would never work for the know-it-all Gryffindor.
He had no idea what came over him but before he knew it he had taken the six long strides needed to cross the bare room and take the scared, young girl into his arms. She was tense at first but with in seconds relaxed into his warm embrace and was sobbing again. He slowly sat down on the cold floor with her sitting in his lap and his arm still circled around her fragile frame.
He rubbed circles gently on her back with his thumb. After ten minutes she had calmed down quite a lot and stopped crying but didn't want to move from his warm embrace. She slowly moved her face up to look in his dark eyes. Concern radiated from them and she noticed his eyes weren't really black, like she had always thought but more dark purple. With out truly noticing what they were doing they both moved their faces closer together until their lips touched. The kiss was long and slow, after only a few seconds Hermione's eyes flickered closed and she leaned more and more into him. He pulled back from her when he needed air and her eyes flickered open.
"We just..."
"yes."
"I-I liked it. I think, i think we should do it again." She blushed and he once again lowered his head to kiss her gently. Her head was echoing with her own thoughts.
She was kissing a teacher.
She was kissing a death eater.
She was kissing some one most of the school hated.
She was kissing some one who had made her cry on various occasions.
She was kissing some one who was a very good actor. And his plan was going along perfectly. Without the young girl even knowing what was happening Severus Snape pulled his wand silently out of his robes and, with out breaking the kiss, thought the words in his head as loud as possible. The green light shone and he was holding a dead girl in his arms.
Thoughts echoed around his head.
He had killed a student.
He had killed one of the golden trio.
He had killed one of the smartest witches he had ever met.
He had killed some one just as damaged as him.
He felt guilty over killing some one for the first time in his life.
He turned the wand around to face him and muttered the words.
Avada kadavra.
They were never found, you see, only two people knew about the secret room. Both these people were in it.