He pulled his coat tight around his neck as the chilling winter wind snapped at his exposed skin. The leave crunched under his shoes as he made his way up the path to the small building beyond. A group of people gathered around the outside of the building, seemingly to greet the guests as they arrived, as that is what they did when he got there.
One man took his coat as soon as he was inside, out of the chilling weather, and another led him to his seat. A paper lay in his seat. Her name was written elegantly across the top. A picture of her beautiful smiling face sat below that. She waved at him as he picked up the paper.
Her ceremony was beautiful. Everyone had words to share. Afterwards the congregation moved to the area behind the church where her body was to be lowered into the ground. Her husband cried gently as he said his last words to her. He laid a single white rose on her coffin before turning to leave. Everyone else followed suit leaving him alone. He stepped up to say something, but his words escaped him.
"I loved you." he said. He turned. She stood there in her wedding dress, the last thing he had seen her in, the last thing anyone had seen her in. The tears that had refused to fall early now streamed down his cheeks.
"You didn't try to stop me" she replied blankly.
"You threw me away. You left me and told me we were done." He whispered turning from her.
"I never threw you away. I never left you"
"You married someone else" he yelled turning around to face her. She looked away. "Don't stop now" he said. She was giving up. She had already lost him, just as he had already lost her. She looked back; the honey brown that once had filled her eyes was gone. She had no passion left.
"This is how it ends? This is the final bow, the illusion; gone. The show is done. Part of me knew all of this time, you were never mine."
"Then this is how it ends. Don't stop now. Let this be the last time" He turned from her.
These tears run cold, my body numb.
I am not whole, what have you done.
It all makes sense, the disconnect.
Too many words, we left unsaid.
Severus Snape laid his hand on her coffin. He laid her paper on the smooth polished lid. Hermione Granger-Weasley smiled up at him and waved. He smiled once more before turning away and not looking back.