An:/ Hello! I hope you enjoy the first chapter, let me know what you think, and whether you would like to see more. The chapters will be short and not so sweet - let me know what you think may be going on here! For each chapter I will recommend a song that I listened to while writing the chapter which really sets the mood for the contents within! Hope you enjoy!

Song: LP - Lost On You.

Chapter One: Heartless Bitch.

There was a time in his life when Severus rejoiced in the silence of his quarters, yearned for it after a long day of teaching useless children. After the war, the silence had been his solitude, the one place he could go to where nobody would bother him, people chose to give him space so he could get some well-deserved rest.

All except one.

Her. Severus couldn't think of her name, let alone stand to hear anyone say it. She'd come waltzing into his quiet sanctuary and spread her happiness and cheer. His chambers soon became full of her as she continuously appeared to see if he was OK.

A friendship blossomed, and he started to crave her noise; he missed it when she didn't stop by. Her gorgeous smile and beautiful eyes would watch him from the fire as he told her everything about his life. When she saw he needed comfort, she placed a hand over the fading mark and reminded him that she thought he was "the strongest and bravest man" she'd ever met.

After a year, she left the school to further her career. However, she didn't stray far and opened up her own bookshop in Hogsmeade. She still visited him frequently and invited him out for drinks at The Three Broomsticks. Until one night, he'd been late to meet her and got to Hogsmeade to find a man attacking her in a nearby alley.

A rage like nothing he'd ever experienced before consumed him. He took pleasure in using his hands to beat the man within an inch of his life. Severus would've killed the sod if she hadn't pulled him back and assured him over and over again that she was alright.

They returned to his rooms only to argue over the events of the evening. She didn't want to press charges, and he wanted to march straight back to the alleyway to kill the man for touching her. Then, their heated argument exploded into a kiss; the first kiss that started everything.

The relationship was never plain sailing, but he fell in love with her a little bit more each day. Their first time being intimate sealed the deal for him, while they made love in front of the fire he knew that he could never live without her. He didn't want to live any longer if she wasn't around.

Nobody could compare to her.

Severus would find himself waking up next to her and wondering how he'd got so lucky. She lay there surrounded by her frizzy hair—he adored running his fingers through it—a tinge to her cheeks, ruby lips parted; he thanked Merlin every day that she was with him.

Another year passed, and he finally mustered up the courage to ask her to be his wife. He had it all planned out: they were to go for a fabulous meal, visit the theatre, then while they were walking home on the winter's night he'd ask her in his own Snape way, to marry him.

However, nothing went to plan. Her friends got in the way, and on the morning he was going to ask her, Potter and his godson announced their engagement. He spent the whole day brooding in his quarters, lashing out at everything she said. Severus didn't want to go to Potter's stupid party, but she told him they were going.

She'd grabbed his cloak to force it on him, and in the process, jolted the dark, velvet box from his pocket. Before he could blink, she had it open in her hands, staring at the emerald stone in awe. Severus managed to compose himself, then dropped down in front of her and asked her to marry him.

Her hesitation made him doubt everything in his life, but she soon tackled him back onto the floor, kissing him senseless, and muttering "yes" repeatedly between kisses.

Merlin. The day she walked down the aisle towards him would forever be engraved into his soul. Her dress stopped at her knees and hugged her curvy body. Flowers weaved into her curly hair which framed her beautiful face. Her grin had been contagious, and for once in his life, he wasn't ashamed to be smiling for so long. She was his. Always.

A whole year of being married didn't affect their drives. Severus still felt more love growing within him even though he knew it was impossible to love someone as much as he loved her. Every day he awoke to her smiling face, and she'd make sure to kiss him passionately before she left for work. They'd go out to dinner every Friday night without fail, and act like they were a new couple who had just started courting.

Every time she laughed, he felt something clench at his heart, and he always strove to make her chuckle at his twisted humour. She would still argue with him when he was acting irrationally, hold him in bed when he needed comfort, make love to him tenderly almost every night. Always. She was forever his.

Until she ran into their quarters on Valentine's Day, waving the divorce papers in the air. He finally saw her for what she was. A heartless bitch. She finally told him what she really thought of him. How she felt nauseous whenever they fucked. She was receiving a hefty sum of money to lead him on.

Apparently, she never thought he would want to marry her.

Nobody was controlling her. He'd scanned her form multiple times, and she wasn't under the authority of the Imperius curse. There was no magic influencing her.

Gone was the loving wife who clung to him at night. Gone were her passionate kisses every morning. Gone was his heart. His body. His soul. Gone.

Leaving him an empty, shattered mess.

Severus spent two years wallowing away at Spinner's end with bottles of firewhiskey. The old house darkened more; it festered along with his feelings. Nothing could pull him away. Nobody could talk sense to him.

After two years, Albus Dumbledore destroyed the wards surrounding his home and marched into his living room. It took three long months to talk Severus into returning to Hogwarts. Her things had been disposed of, leaving a box of her trinkets under his bed He never looked at them. Never.

Severus was proud of himself. It has been one and a half years since he rejoined Hogwarts and Severus was managing to make it through each day without thinking about her. No member of staff mentioned her name. Nobody would dare approach him to say her name.

There was a knock at the door. Severus reluctantly got to his feet and walked out of the kitchen. He waved his hand to open the door, and Minerva stepped in with a smile.

"Are you ready to head to the Great Hall?" She asked, and he nodded his head then followed her out of his quarters.

Today was the first day of a new year. New students. New teachers. Same old heartache.

"Albus hasn't said much about the new Muggle Studies teacher. Don't you think that's odd?" She inquired as they walked down the corridor.

"He's secretive about a lot of things lately," He muttered. "It's nothing new."

"Perhaps you're right."

They stepped into the Great Hall, and Severus walked into someone. He opened his mouth to start deducting points for the first time this year, but his eyes widened as the person turned to look at him.

It was her. Same frizzy hair. Same red lips. Same beautiful fucking face. Her.

"Oh, it's just you," She snickered maliciously, then sauntered off towards the High Table.

It felt like someone was squeezing his black heart, a vice-like grip ripped it to shreds and repeated the process over and over again. His eyes were empty as he stared at where she'd been standing.

Minerva looked at him with wide eyes. "What the hell has Albus done."