((A/N: This is my first song fic, so I hope it isn't too bad. Please Read and Review
Disclaimer: I do not own Snape or Hermione. The song is Tiny Vessels by Death Cab for Cutie))

This is the moment that you know

That you told her that you loved her but you don't.

You touch her skin and then you think

That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.


He didn't know how it happened; one minute she was talking to him the next he is pushing her into his private chambers, and this couldn't happen. It was and he knew it was wrong. And he knew a part of him couldn't help but continue.

There was a girl with light brown streaks

And she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.

Yeah she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.

I Wanted to believe in all the words that i was speaking

As we moved together in the dark

And all the friends that i was telling

And all the playful misspellings

And every bite i gave you left a mark

He pushed her into his dark chambers and up against the wall and ravished her neck while she was whispering his name in subtle moans. He traced kisses along her jaw bone and right back down to her neck

Tiny vessels oozed into your neck

And formed the bruises

That you said you didn't want to fade

But they did and so did i that day

He saw her blood pulsing through her beautiful, flawless skin and bit the skin lightly and heard her moan in pleasure, knowing it would leave a mark.
A mark she could use to go back to this very moment and savor it forever.


All i see are dark grey clouds

In the distance moving closer with every hour

Oh gods, he knew from the moment he entered her it was wrong, but nothing ever felt to right. She was so ready for him and she hadn't pushed him away. He sat and watched her, his elbow propped on the bed.
He got up and went to the bathroom and emerged half an hour later fully clothed.
He sat down next to a window and thought of so many metaphors that described him right now.

So when you ask "was something wrong?"

That I think "you're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now.

No, we can't talk about it now."

She knew there was something wrong and that he'd be crucified before telling her. She had hoped deep down that what just happened, hadn't. She wanted to believe that this wasn't over and she knew it was over before it began. She wanted to believe someone cared for her.

So one last touch and then you'll go And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more

But it was vile, and it was cheap

And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me

Yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me


He stood and brushed his hand lightly against her face and traced her jawline with his thumb. He gave a weak smile and she leaned forward and kissed him. There was nothing to it. They both knew it was goodbye and they both knew that it might have meant nothing.


you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me.

And she left when those words left his mouth.
As she slept that night in her rooms, he stared at a fire in his.
That was when he realized what had happened meant more than anything that had ever happened in his entire life. She was the closest thing to perfect he could imagine.

And he made an oath to patch things up.


When the time was right, he thought.

(A/N:I'm thinking about just adding another chapter and ending it, or I could leave it here, I'm not sure, let me know!))