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I Hate Everything About You

Chapter 1: The end and a beginning

She ran with all she had in her. She just had to get away from all their faces, she just couldn't handle his disappointed look, and the others look of why all over his face and eyes. She had to run; there was no question about it. She didn't even know why she did it, she just had.

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet

Hermione had loved him for about a year now, but she wasn't expecting them to find out like they had. She didn't know why she loved him, it seemed like she should hate him with every fiber of her body, but she didn't. And even though she loved him, now that she had run away, she wasn't so sure that she loved him, seeing as she didn't miss him at all.

Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet

Hermione had just come back from her time with him, the time that she only got at night and cherished so much. She had walked up to the dorm room to go to sleep, when she came through the portrait hole, there they were, just waiting for her to come back. Harry and Ron sat there with sullen looks on their faces.

"Where were you tonight?" Ron asked while standing up.

"Well… I was finishing up my rounds." She answered, applauding herself for her quick lie that she came up with.

"At 3 clock in the morning? I think not. Who were you with? I want to know. As your boyfriend I have a right to know who you were cheating on me with." By the end of his speech Ron was yelling.

"Ron, I'm not cheating on you with anyone."

"Just tell me one thing, is it a student or a teacher?" He asked wile turning around because he just look at her anymore.

Only when I stop to think about it

"It isn't anyone Ron, I'm not cheating on you at all" she said almost pleadingly. All the while Harry was just sitting there letting it all sink in. He had figured out who she was with, at least he thought he had, but Ron didn't tell him who they were waiting up for when he told him to wait and not go to bed.

"If your not cheating on me, then where did you get that hicky on your neck?"

"I… Well… He… What hicky?"

He then grabbed her roughly by the upper arm and brought her to him, then he brushed her hair away from the left side of her neck and pointed to the hicky. "This one." He said in a voice just like that of her secret lover. She then pushed him away and said "It was..." but she never had a chance to finish her sentence because before she said a name Harry interjected with a name.

"Snape. It was Snape wasn't it. You have been giving him looks for the past 2 months or so." Both Hermione's and Ron's head turned to Harry in astonishment. Hermione had a look of horror on her face that he had found out, and before she could get rid of it, Ron looked over to her and saw it.

"It was him, wasn't it. You've been fucking a teacher behind my back, and not just any teacher our hated Potions Master, Snape. Do you even love him, or me for that matter, or are you just some dirty little whore?" By the time he had finished his sentence, Hermione was backing up towards the portrait hole. "Don't you walk away without answering me Hermoine. And if you say you love him, I just don't know what I will do."

"I… I don't know what I feel for him."

"How can you even contemplate the idea of loving him, you should hate him with every fiber of your being."

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

"I… I just don't know anymore." And with that she ran out of the portrait hole never to be seen again. Ron went on to finish school, and after he graduated, he proceeded to kill himself because he just couldn't live with Hermoine. Harry went on to kill Voldemort, but in the fighting he died, completing the prophecy. Snape continued to teach potions at Hogwarts, but he never got over the loss of his young lover. He never took another to his bed after she left in her 5th year. Hermoine transferred to a Dark Arts school and after she graduated, she was killed.

It is now 10 years after the death of Hermoine, and Hogwarts is in need of a new DADA professor. Dumbledore had told the whole staff that he had found someone, but that she wasn't going to be coming until the day before term started, and that day was today. The whole staff was waiting for his return to see who the new DADA teacher would be. Dumbledore did not return until an hour after the sun had gone down. When he returned, he came in with a woman in all black, with a long black cape like coat thingy, and black sunglasses. She had pale skin, and light brown hair, and overall just looked like she was dead, or a Malfoy, but mostly like she was dead. She scanned the crowd and her eyes lingered a little longer on Severus, no-one but him noticed. She then walked up to him and asked, "Do I have your permission to sleep in the dungeons for the duration of my stay?"

He gave her a weird look and then answered, "Yes, but may I ask of the reason why?"

She looked at all of them in turn and then stated "For reasons not everyone needs to know." With that she took her leave of them and led her stuff down to the dungeon (A.N. they were floating behind her the whole time.) All the teachers looked at each other then parted to their own rooms. Severus ran to catch to her, but when he did, he saw that she was standing outside of her door about to pull out her wand.

"Here, let me get that for you." He said in an all too cool voice. She just moved out of the way for him to do the honors, and that he did, and then accompanied her into her new living quarters for the rest of the year. After sitting down, he proceeded to try to make conversation. "You know your hair reminds me of someone I once loved, but she disappeared about 12 years ago. Her name was Hermoine Granger. She was the brightest student I ever had."

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me

She then took off her glasses and she had the darkest eyes anyone had ever seen, they were darker than midnight herself. "I see. Not that I don't care, but will you please depart from my chambers so that I may unpack, and get my classes ready for tomorrow?" she asked while walking to the door to hold it open for him as if saying "I want you gone now."

"Of course, I shall be on my way then." He looked at her and then with a billow of his robes was gone. She then slumped against the wall and thought about her new classes tomorrow. She then made her way to the DADA room on the 4th floor. Once she got in there she proceeded to spell all the windows shut permanently, and made it so no sunlight could get in. She then proceeded back to her rooms to change for sleep and hopefully get some to.

The new teacher had slept all day and was not up until the train pulled into the station that night with all the students.

TBC

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