Chapter 1.
She was standing there in the rain, just standing there like a fool. Standing there like a fool, just like I once was and still am. She hides it well, no one noticed, no one saw the pain, no one bothered. They didn't know of her relationship with Black, no one did. She stood by his grave in the middle of the night wearing one of her nightgowns; slightly shaking as she was crying. Anyone else would have thought that she was shivering from the cold, but I wasn't everyone. I was hardly anyone to her. She could barley keep up her façade. There was no way she would care who was around or what was going on when he was dead, when she saw him slowly covered shovel by shovel, getting buried in the ground; it broke her. She was not the student I had taught, she wasn't the brain of the golden trio and she wasn't the woman that I love. She wasn't Hermione Granger anymore and that killed me. Severus Snape, that Potions Master, the bat, the suspected vampire, the most hated man to have ever walked the hallways of Hogwarts.
She stood at the man's grave just as I stood at Lily's after she died. She was alone and abandoned just as I had been, but the only difference between her and myself was that he loved her in return, while Lily loved another. However, I could still empathise with her situation, I just had to imagine the pain I had felt and multiply that by a hundred. Then again, I'd never had to hide my relationship from everyone; I'd had someone there to support me. I'd had Albus to get me through it, even if the old man couldn't relate to a person in love he tried his best for my sake. So there she stood, she had no one, not one single person to support her. One would think that being friends with "The-Boy-Who-Lived" would give her comfort and people to lean on. What a bunch of shit, the boy was in shock. Potter was no more helpful than….than myself.
What would she think or say if she knew? Hell, what would I say to her? Ms. Granger I'm sorry for the loss of your lover. Then I would have to tell the insufferable girl how I knew that they were lovers. God, I can just imagine her hand coming in contact with my face. The thought of it all is slightly amusing; angry would be better than whatever she is now. I can't help but feel anger towards the mutt. What was that idiot thinking to sacrifice himself when he had an angel to take care of? When he had her to love and hold. Ok, so maybe "angry" wasn't the right word, how about pissed off?Yes, that would have to do. What the hell is she supposed to do now Mutt? Where is she to go to or to live? God, if Black were somehow to come back to life again, I would find away to kill him again. Of course he wouldn't; if the dog came back to life, he would see the smile of a thousands heavens. The Black family's house now belong to Potter along with the Mutt's money and the like; Albus had announced those aspects of the will at a recent
Order meeting.
The rain was now pounding into the earth and the winds picked up; this was no place for the young women to be in, especially when she was wearing nothing more then a black shear nightgown that fell just past her knees. It was just clinging to her like a second skin, with her hair failing down her back in soaked waves. Now on her knees sobbing, shaking, her head bowed as if defeated and given in to her pain. He couldn't let her do this, he couldn't let her just give up. He walked towards to the patch of ground where she sat. "Ms. Granger, I think it is time to stop mourning the dead and to start taking care of your self." He said this is a strained voice that still held his 'I will not take no for an answer tone'. She jumped; she hadn't heard him walk over to her. Slowly she raised her head and with red and puffy eyes that held despair in them, she looked at him. With a faint voice horse from all the crying she asked "Professor, what brings you over here? You hated Sirius." He quickly replied "Yes Ms. Granger, I still hate him, but I believe I just asked you to do something." He said it with a voice that held a steely quality, but his heart ached for nothing more then to take her into his arms and kiss away her tears and pain. "No Professor, I believe I asked you a question. You gave me an order, an order to which I must reply no." Her eyes gleamed with a lioness-like anger, something he hadn't seen since before Black's time of death. Her mouth formed into a thin line. "Why are you here?" she asked again. He sighed, it would be better to tell her now, if only to get her out of the rain. "Because Hermione, I know….I know about everything."
AN: Hello, I hope that you liked the first chapter of my new story. I've never had the guts to upload a story before now and I thought well to hell with it. Leave comments, suggestions, or even flames; though I would rather not have the latter, I don't really care. But I do hope to hear from you guys, thanks for reading, sorry if it's terrible. Anyway, Peace In!!