Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I just borrowed them for a little while.

To the Beautiful Hermione Jean Granger-

I do not think you will ever understand the level of pain that you are causing me. I myself cannot even fathom it sometimes. Whenever I am in your presence, I am plunged directly into an ocean of passion that surges and courses through my veins. It's stronger than even the largest dose of Amortentia that can be taken without one dying. Sometimes, I even feel like I am dying. Please, I am going insane. I do not even know what to do anymore.

There is no escaping it. From the first time I saw you after the Final Battle, I dove right in to this burning ocean. Since, I have only been drowning further and further. Every day, I curse my rotten luck, knowing that you would never want somebody like me. You are smart, witty, beautiful, trusting, brave, and courageous.

I could have predicted from that first day that I laid my eyes on you, I had just returned from St. Mungos, I could have predicted that this would happen. You were the one who found me and saved me. Now, you are just slowly killing me again. I would curse you until the end of my life, but I cannot. It is more like my own curse backfired on myself.

Now, you are my sin. You are my obsession. I can feel this painful desire for you spear right through my heart. It torments me through the day and haunts my dreams at night. Even traits of yours that I once considered to be flaws pull me closer to you and further endear me to you. I can see you running through the halls with your friends your school robes billowing around you as you go, laughing, and talking. You will be the death of me, witch.

I thought I was old. I though I was strong. I thought I could defeat anything. But now, whenever I am near you, I feel young again. I feel as though I drank a highly potent de-aging drought. And yet, I doubt that even Nicolas Flammel ever experienced something like this. Now, I find myself nearly groveling in your presence, begging you to take notice of me. Now, I am the one who is defeated by your own delicate hand.

Your eyes are clear windows into your soul, full of mystery, knowledge, and the yearning to learn and know. In you I see a person who could do no wrong. I see a person who loves with her whole heart and soul and body.

Hermione Jean Granger, I have fallen madly in love with you. If I could have you, I would give you everything. I would dedicate myself to you completely. I thought I had loved before, but I was extremely wrong, for I have never experienced feelings like these before. I am a murderer, a killer, a torturer, the worst kind of person one could be. I do not deserve your love. There is no way you could ever want me, the greasy bat of the dungeons. Plus, I am you teacher for Merlin's sake. You would never even consider something as improper as a relationship with a former professor. I am old too. I do not know what is wrong with me anymore.

However, I can write it in this letter because I know that you will most likely never read it. You will never know how much you are destroying me, how many times I have gone into severe depressions knowing that you will never feel the same way as I do. There are some good things about being able to lose things in the Room of Requirements.

Someday, you will find a good man who respects you, loves you unconditionally, and who will want to give you the world on a silver platter. He will love your thirst for knowledge, and he will be able to hold an educated conversation with you. Eventually, you will marry him, and you will start a beautiful family. You will make an amazing mother, Hermione Jean Granger.

Signed with all my Heart and soul,

Severus T. Snape