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For the whole of her 6th year Hermione had been secretly seeing a man. They were both madly in love with each other. The only problem was that he was much older than her, old enough to be her father. But she didn't care, the only thing that mattered to her was his love and they didn't get caught.

She could describe their relationship in two words "mentally physical". Even though they loved to spend their afternoons under the bed sheets, they had created a way to combine the physical love with the spiritual love. They basically had sex and she read a book out loud with him hugging her tightly.

But when times came and she just didn't want to sleep together, it was then when they got closer. They would lie down in the couch with his head resting in her lap and her hands playing with his hair and just talked. Talked about their problems, their past, the things they liked, books, music, movies and some stuff from school.

Hermione loved his features, his body, his 6pac stomach and his strong chest. She also loved his eyes, black and deep that could melt her heart with just one look. His smile (even though he never smiled) that could cheer her even in the most dangerous of situations. His hair, long and black and his voice, silky, harsh and despiteful but extremely sexy. It all made her heart beat faster.

She could remember when they first kissed as if it was yesterday. He had been in the astronomy tower late at night looking at the stars when she came in crying over something he did not know. They had been in love since the beginning of the year but didn't have the courage to say so. She remembered him telling her off and giving her a detention straight away and she said she was sorry because she didn't know there was someone in the tower. He was going to give her a second detention when she noticed she was crying.

"Why are you crying Miss Granger?" he had asked her.

She just couldn't say so but gave him the letter she had in her hands.

"Dear Miss Granger:

I am most terribly sorry to inform you that your parents have been killed in a muggle road accident in Oxford Street in London. They were taken to a muggle hospital but passed away in the journey. Their funeral will be done at your family's graveyard in Oxfordshire on the 25th of November.

Please accept my most noble sympathies in this troubled times ­for you and that I am always in my office if you are ever in need of someone to talk to.

Yours sincerely

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster."

That was all that he could have read because all the tears in her eyes had made the letter almost unreadable. Severus Snape had lowered his head.

"I am sorry about your parents Miss Granger" he had said truthfully. "Maybe you think otherwise but I know exactly what you are feeling. You see, I too lost my parents at your age. You have my consent to stay in this tower till you feel better."

"Thank you sir" she said trying to dry her tears. She just couldn't so he gave her his arm. "go on, cry. I know you need it" he had said.

He had been right. She remembered how bad she had felt then and how desperately she had needed someone to hold her. She remembered hugging Severus tightly and cried until her headache had taken over her. She now could imagine how awkward it must have felt for Severus when she hugged him so desperately but she remembered how he had recovered quickly and how he had wrapped his arm around her telling her it was ok and telling her to cry her emotions out, that she would feel better afterwards. In that too he had been right. He had been so right about it that she had gotten all of her Gryffindor courage and kissed him.

She now could laugh about that situation now but before it had been something so incredibly stupid she had done. Severus had stopped the kiss immediately and she had said sorry and she had run. She remembered having got to the stairs when she heard her name behind her. She also remembered that when she turned her head she had received the best kiss she had gotten in her life. His lips had tasted like honey, amazingly sweet. She had taken a moment to recover herself before she had answered his kiss as passionately as he had.

She remembered how he had placed his hands in her hips and how she had hugged him afterwards when she knew he loved her as much as she loved him.

Now she laughed at their relationship then, when they were so unsure about how to behave keeping in mind that Hermione was still mourning her parents. He couldn't kiss her then, but they could talk about their worries. He had told her about his past and she had listened. They had told each other their most guarded secrets. He had learned to trust her and she had learned how to talk to him without him getting uncomfortable. She had learned how to get him to open his heart to her, thing that hadn't been easy. A month after their kiss she had finally gotten over her parents death and it was then when things really had spiced up.

One day they were talking in his room when an idea stroke her. She started kissing Severus passionately, he answered and she placed her hands in his chest and unbuttoned his shirt. He stopped and looked at her.

"Are you sure?" he had asked her.

She nodded.

And that might've been the best night in her life. Or that's what she thought at the time because she didn't know many more would come and some even better. The only thing she thought now is what a fool she had been then, how naïve, how stupid she had been by trusting her heart to him. Why hadn't she thought he might've gotten bored and gone to find something worthy of him? Why hadn't she thought that she couldn't please him enough? Why had she thought that she could have been the one that made him change, the one that would make him stay? Why did she have to let him take over her heart?

Tears ran down her face as she remembered how much she had loved him, where had it gone wrong? She felt as if her tears could fill a whole lake, as if someone had taken her heart and smashed it with a hammer and broken it in million crystal pieces, as if something had been taken from inside her, making it impossible for her to smile.

Her friends were cheering her up, or at least they were trying to. They knew he was a Slytherin but no one in the school knew who he was. The only one who knew was Professor Snape who "apparently was his next door neighbour". Yeah right, he had just said that so he could give her his love letters saying that his stupid boyfriend had told him to give it to her. They had said they lived in the same area, that's why he knew him. She laughed at the times they had lied about Hermione's boyfriend.

" Oh common Hermy, please tell us who is it so we can go and beat him up!" pleaded Ron. He had been asking that since an hour ago.

"Or at least tell us why did he dumped you" said Ginny, who was sitting next to her.

"He did not dump me" said Hermione. They all looked at her. "He cheated on me".