On Her Terms By Justices Quill

A/N: Hello Everyone and welcome to my lovely story. First things first you all should know a few things before we get started with the story:

1. I Do Not own this story Im not JKR deep sigh

2. No Flames Ever. Comments and Ideas are welcome but no flames. If you dont like my story, then dont read it, Simple as that. I wrote it for me and decided to share it. So No Flames!

3. I brought some people back. Remus Lupin, Fred Weasley, and (obviously) Severus Snape. Dont like it, Tough.

This story is going to be told be probably everyone involved in this storys point of view at one point or another but mostly its told through Hermione and Snapes eyes.

Thanks for Reading and on with the story!

On Her Terms

Chapter One: Years

It had been five years.

Somehow those years seemed longer.

He missed her. Her eyes, her smile, her wit, her smooth voice, and graceful hands as she stirred her potions.

He didnt think he would miss her this much.

The part that bothered him the most about her departure was that she hadnt said goodbye.

He didnt understand it. They had been friends and colleagues. They got along well together. Her sarcastic and sly sense of humor complimented his dry and snarky sense of humor. Their working styles meshed well.

He supposed that if they were teenagers (dunderheads) they would have been considered best friends. They talked about pretty much anything and everything. They had similar and varying interests, had intelligent conversations (or if the occasion warranted it, arguments), and even when they got angry at each other they forgave each other within minutes of their fight.

He wanted more.

After all, he loved that Gryffindor Know It All.

He loved her smooth skin, as soft as rose petals.

He loved her rich voice, and the fluid and soft way she spoke.

He loved her chocolate brown eyes and the way they sparkled when she laughed. Her eyes were so expressive, they showed every emotion, every thought that went through her head.

He loved the way her face tinged a soft pink whenever she was irritated, especially when people (namely him) called her a Know-It-All.

To him she was as perfect as she could get.

He often wondered what she was up to, how she was doing. He occasionally heard bits and pieces about her life from a few of her friends she had kept in touch with after she left.

Merlin he missed her.

Little did Severus Snape know how much that was about to change.