Disclamers: I do not own and of the Harry Potter characters or settings.

This is my take on a love story between Hermoine Granger and Severus Snape.

Chapter One

Hermoine rushed through the corridors in Hogwarts at one in the morning. She had to keep quiet and made sure nobody noticed her, because she was on a mission. She tugged at her cloak as she hurried down a flight of stairs. After a left, right, flying down another set of stairs, and then another right later she reached the door she was looking for. She made sure nobody was watching as she leaned in and whispered the password into the door. It clicked and swung open at the command. The girl took a step into the room.

A huge rush of emotions impacted her, almost wiping her off her feet. She choked the tears back. 'Not now, Hermoine' The young woman thought,'You have to do this, it's for your own good' She had to do this before he was done rounds of searching for people to give detentions. She opened the door to the bedroom, and the pulled the drawer where she kept the extra sets of clothing when she spent the night.

Putting the remainders of the items into her expandable bag, and checked her watch. 'SHIT! He will be back in five minutes.' She got up left the room exactly like it was her drawer open, empty. She placed a scrap of parchment on the dresser, and left.

-Severus Snape-

Severus was grumpy and tired. He didn't catch anybody tonight. The exhausted man was almost to his room when he saw a cloaked figure whipping around the corner.

"Hey, you! Stop right there!" He said, taking immediate action. The cloaked figure stopped and turned; face still hidden in the dark.

"Show yourself" He commanded. The student walked into the light and reached for the hood of the jet black cloak to pull it down. She stood in the place of his newly found victim.

"Hermione?" He asked, in a mere whisper. Her eyes were becoming red and puffy. Tears were streaming down her face. He wanted to hold her, to tell her everything would be okay; to tell her he loved her.

"Severus." She said under her breath. Through her eyes he could see on-going battle of emotions.

"What's wrong?" He said softly, his hand going to wipe the tears from her soft skin. She moved away not allowing him to touch her. He felt his heart crack, he went to try to touch her again, but her hand caught his.

"Not now," she said the pain audible in her voice. The crack in his heart went deeper. The thoughts raced through his mind.

"Why?" He said emotionless, his face turning to the blank canvas that only showed anger and irritation written on his face. He would not show her his pain. He grabbed her wrist to try to keep her from running away.

"Just not now, not here, Professor Snape!" She snapped, her face that was shimmering with tears was now red and angry. His heart cracked into two. She jerked her wrist out of his hand and ran up the stairs and out of his sight and he just stared. 'What had just happened?'

He sulked back to his chambers and whispered into the door his password. When he entered he notice something odd. The door to his bedroom was slightly ajar, and he always closed it before he left. 'She was coming from this way' he remembered. His took his wand from his sleeve and flicked it. The bedroom was instantly lighted, and he could now see clearly.

Her dresser was open and empty. His thoughts went back to the few minutes before. She had called him Professor Snape. She hadn't called him that in a year, except for in class. A year sat in his mind. Had it really been that long? It had felt like a week. Maybe she was just needed her clothes for something else, she couldn't have... wouldn't have... He noticed a sliver of parchment on the dresser and picked it up. It was in her handwriting.

"I can't do this anymore , H.G" he read. He body stilled. His face grew white. A single tear filled his coal colored eyes.

The written words hit him hard. He should have known. She had never told him no;never rejected him. He sat on the edge of his bed. His head filled with memories of her; of them. His heart shattered.

He had to talk to her. He needed to change her mind. He needed her to know he loved her.

-Hermione Granger-

She had gotten back to the Gryffindor common room and knew she didn't have much time. She raced up to the dorm room, and shrunk her trunk. She grabbed a couple of her books off her bed. A piece of parchment dropped down. It was something he wrote to her. Of course, she didn't want to do this, but she had no choice. She ignored the stabbing pain in her heart and went down the stairs into the empty common room. When she got there she tip-toed into the boys dormitories, and wrote a note to Harry.

Dear Harry,

I want you to know I've left Hogwarts for good. I'm not going to tell you where, in case anyone wants to try and get the information out of you using magic. It's the only way for me to stay where I am without having to worry if someone will find me. With this being said, I DO NOT want ANYBODY to try to look for me. I'm going away for a reason. Tell Ron and Ginny this if they ask. In fact, if anyone asks tell them I am not to be searched for. It's just after the war, I feel as if my place doesn't belong here

understand.

Hermione

She knew Harry would be less mad with the news than anybody else. Ron would be furious. Ginny would be upset. Harry would just think it was because of the post-war stress and having to come back to school for an 8th year. He would believe what she wrote in the letter. He would calm everyone down, tell them that it was for her own good.

'That is what I'm doing this for,' She thought, 'my own good.' She hurried down the stairs and back into the common room she checked to see if she had everything she needed.

Familiar footsteps were echoing softly up the stairs.

She quickly grabbed the floo powder that sat on the mantle of the fireplace.

She whispered, "New Orleans, Louisiana" into the fire. Right as she jumped in she heard the portrait swing open.

-- End of Chapter-

Soooo... How was Chapter one? Don't worry about this very depressing, heartbreaking chapter

that is only the beginning. This is technically my first fanfic, but I've been a member for a couple of years. Reading stories and getting a feel of what people could like, ideas forming in my own head. I do want to say that in order to keep up this fanfiction, I will need reviews and criticism. There's always room for improvement. If you have an idea of the way the story could go, tell me because I might consider it. Just don't say you hate it or love it, tell me why. Ask a question, I'll answer it. I am going away for a week and a half- two weeks on monday afternoon, so I'll try to update before then. I would update when I get to my grandmothers house, but they don't have internet, so that's out of the question. I will be working very hard on the next upcoming chapters though.

-Katherine Lestrange [awesome pen-name , right? Might have to do a story with this name after:)]