Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This is a Snanger songfic to You and Me by Lifehouse. I don't own Lifehouse either. Enjoy, read and review :) P.S. It is DH compliant, but Remus and Severus are still alive... I didn't have the heart to write a fic where they are dead!
Oh, and I apologise for not having updated or written any new stories for quite a while, I've been very busy at school and the such like. I'll try my best to give you lots of new updates during the Christmas holidays – Merry Christmas!
After – and, during – the war, people had lost track of Time as their world had crashed down around them; in more ways than one. But there was a person who was more affected than anybody else. Miss Hermione Jean Granger. She had been treating all the wounded and the dead who came in; occasionally throwing spells this way and that for the Death Eaters, though never sent Avada Kedavra.
As Headmaster Severus Tobias was wandering the remnants of what was once the Great Hall, he noticed Hermione Granger slumped over a recently deceased, robotically treating the wounds.
"Miss Granger." Severus inhaled sharply as he saw just how BAD Hermione was looking. She'd always been fairly beautiful, but now she looked like Bellatrix after escaping from Azkaban. Her hair; now mid-back, was greasy, her curls were all tangled up, and the shadows under her eyes were that of an Undead.
"Professor Snape. What a pleasure." She smiled half-heartedly at him, and he noted that the sparkle from her eyes had gone.
"The war is over, Miss Granger."
She frowned, not really understanding. The days of treating people without even a minute's break had left her brain confuddled, and leaving her unable to understand even the simplest of sentences.
"Really, professor?" Severus took note of the slight glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"Yes, Miss Granger, and it'd do you good to stop treating Nymphadora's wounds and come with me. That is, if you can." He smirked to himself as Hermione shakily took a breath and went to stand up. She succeeded, though somewhat unbalanced, as it were.
"How long did the war last? What's the date today?" She yawned quietly.
What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time
Headmaster Snape didn't really care about anyone else – living or dead – at the present time, he just wanted Hermione to rest and get back on track with her sleeping and consumption of water and food – the three essential things to a successful and enjoyable life. And, yet, Severus had all three of these things and neither enjoyed his life, nor had a successful life. Though, he mused, he HAD succeeded in helping the Order of the Phoenix kill Lord Voldemort, and keeping his life going – though now he had no worries, except figuring out how to win the heart of one Miss Hermione Jean Granger.
He supposed he had nothing to lose... after the reconstruction of Hogwarts (it can repair itself, but the damage it has suffered at the moment will need the Headmaster to aid it, as the damage is great.) people may not be worried about partnerships and the suchlike.
'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
Severus had always found it hard to completely ignore the way Hermione's figure was changing, and... growing in... certain areas. He had always been one for people watching, and Hermione – for the past 7 years had been his main target.
As her parents had been killed in a muggle-caused car crash, Hermione hadn't gone home for the Summer holiday; choosing instead to stay in Hogwarts. She was now permanently residing in Hogwarts. But when Dumbledore died, and Severus became Headmaster, he had said that for the Summer Holiday she can stay in the Leaky Cauldron, and he'd pay for the stay, but then for the other menial holidays like Christmas and Easter, she could stay in Hogwarts with himself.
In the last holiday; the Christmas holiday, she had stayed with Headmaster/Professor Snape, and every day he had been overwhelmed by just how much she carried on her shoulders. She was Head Girl, and so helped with the first years, did her own school work and homework, helped other people with their work, and slept. Hermione carried so much, and never ceased to amaze him.
Severus had been tormenting himself for months over how to stay the three words he himself had sworn to only say when he KNEW that he had met The One. He knew what he would say, but not how. He knew where, but not when.
One of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You've got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here
It didn't matter that there was a nearly 20 year age difference between them. Age is just a number – it told nothing of what happened behind closed doors, what the two do for each other. Severus didn't care. As long as she was in his arms, he didn't care what the rest of the Wizardry World thought.
'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
And Hermione could never know. How could she accept and return his feelings? How could she, knowing his past and how he's like now. And even if she did love him, it'd most likely be a crush, or out of pity for the 38 year old man who had not yet had his first kiss and was still a virgin.
There's something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right
As she wordlessly followed Severus – limping, he realised with a jolt – Severus couldn't figure out how the hell she had been placed in Gryffindor. In some cases; especially with one Ron Bilius Weasley Hermione showed being deceptive, and could lie without so much as batting an eyelid. And in other cases; with the Professors, she was the perfect student, always meeting headlines, having very cursive but easily read writing, being polite. It was like she had MPD, or Multiple Personality Disorder. But then again, Severus mused, she just wore her sleeve on her heart, and wasn't afraid of admitting to anything. If she didn't like someone, she'd tell them. And why. But if she 'liked' someone, it'd take her awhile to admit it to herself – even if other people knew.
'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
and me and all other people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
Severus needed Hermione Granger like a stranded man on a desert needs water. Hermione needed Severus like a sick man needs a bucket. They were soul-mates – they belonged together.
What day is it?
And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
Headmaster Severus walked Hermione to another side of the Great Hall.
"What do you need, Headmaster?"
Severus took a deep breath.
"Marry me, Hermione."
Her world went black, and Hermione went into a clean faint.
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