I don't own anything. JKR has the characters and Brad Paisley and Allison Krauss the song.
He put her out
Like the burning end of a midnight cigarette
"Get Out!" Severus Snape was furious. He had to be as gentle as possible, but the stubborn woman wouldn't listen. "You stupid Mudblood, you didn't really think that I actually wanted…It's bad enough that I was dumb enough…Just leave, girl. Now!!" With tears streaming down her face, Hermione Granger ran as the door slammed behind her. On the other side, Severus buried his face in his hands. "It's all for the best" he whispered.
He broke her heart She spent her whole life trying to forget
Hermione ignored the curious stares as she ran towards Hogsmeade. She finally reached the pub and walked to the bar. Minerva was surprised by the appearance of her former student, and even more so when the girl began drinking.
We watched her drink her pain away, a little at a timeBut she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Every night, Hermione would be in the pub, always with a bottle of Ogdens. Dark circles formed under her eyes, and Hermione just kept drinking. Finally, about a year after the Fight with Severus, Hermione had enough.
Until the night she put that bottle to her head and pulled the triggerShe finally drank away his memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
Entering her bedroom, Hermione staggered over to her bed, reaching for the nearly empty bottle on her nightstand. Picking up a quill instead, she quickly scribbled a note on a piece of parchment. She then grabbed a pistol from her nightstand, then the bottle. Hermione swallowed the last of her whiskey and sat on her bed.
We found her with her face down in the pillowWith a note that said "I'll love him till I die"
Hermione carefully chambered a round and laid down on her bed. Clutching the note she had written in one hand, the gun in the other, Hermione Granger closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Moments later, the sound of a gunshot echoed through the cottage.
And when we buried her beneath the willowThe angels sang a whiskey lullaby.
Severus was grading papers when a grim Albus Dumbledore walked in. The Headmaster had never looked so solemn as he handed Severus a bloodstained note. Severus paled as he read it, immediately recognizing the handwriting.
"Severus, Hermione…committed suicide last night. Her funeral will be held on the grounds tomorrow…near the…"
"Whomping willow." Snape finished. Albus nodded, and quietly departed, leaving the younger man to his own thoughts.
The next morning, Severus stood alone in his grief, ignoring the poisonous glares from the other mourners.
The rumors flewBut nobody knew how much he blamed himself
Slowly the crowd began to disperse. Soon, only Severus, Ron and Harry were left. The older man was completely oblivious to everything and everyone except the pain in his own heart.
"I'm going to hex that greasy bastard to hell and back." Ron snarled. He started to pull out his wand when Harry grabbed his arm.
"Look at him, Ron. Look at his face."
"Merlin's beard, Harry…Is he…" Harry nodded, and the two walked away.
For years and yearsHe tried to hide the whiskey on his breath
Over the next few years, Severus' behavior became more erratic. Every night, the Potions Master would retreat to his chambers, his only companion a bottle of Ogdens, much like Hermione was before. He became thinner and thinner, his hair eyes becoming dull and brittle.
He finally drank his pain away, a little at a timeBut he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Severus slumped in his chair after dismissing his last class of the day. He reached into his desk and pulled out a bottle. Severus didn't even bother with a glass as he lifted the bottle to his lips.
Until the night he put that bottle to his head and pulled the triggerHe finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
Severus walked into his chambers, still clutching the bottle. A tear slid down his face when he saw the picture on his dresser. It was his favorite picture of Hermione, taken a few weeks before the fight. He had never told anyone, but he could remember as clear as day when Lucius Malfoy told him if he didn't end the "Mudblood Affair that was a disgrace to the wizarding world and purebloods, he, Lucius, would permanently dispose of the little slut." Severus knew he couldn't keep living like this.
We found him with his face down in the pillowClinging to her picture for dear life
He picked up the picture and walked over to his bed. He grabbed his gun, ironically enough, it was the twin to Hermione's. He stood by his bed, staring at the photo of his beloved wife. They had married secretly in a Muggle church, Harry Potter the only witness. Harry had the marriage certificate in his Gringotts vault, and had promised never to reveal anything to anyone. Severus felt the tears trickle down his faceas he kissed the picture. Moments later, a gunshot resounded in the dungeons.
We laid him next to her beneath the willowWhile the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
The funeral of Severus Snape was a quiet affair. Several people wondered why Albus was burying him next to Hermione Granger. They stopped when Harry Potter walked over to the two headstones and lifted his wand. As he stepped away, the question was answered. The two stones were now one, and at the bottom was the Marriage License. The inscription read:
Hermione Anne Granger-Snape
Beloved wife, hero and friend
September 19, 1979-November 7 2005
Severus Talesin Snape
Loving husband, friend, mentor and hero
July 12, 1962-April 18, 2008
May their love be strong in death as it was in life.
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
The rumors flew but nobody know how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night
And finally drank away is memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
