This is my first fic so yeah. Tell me what you think.

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Doorsteps

In the midst of celebration as the dark lord fell for the second and final time, a single person, exiled for everything he contributed, sat at home, in front of the fireplace with a glass of firewhiskey to keep him company.

He was free. A concept that is extremely hard for him to comprehend. He was never free before, and this freedom was foreign to him. So he drank, to get rid of this foreign invasion of his subconscious mind.

A knock on his door, banging really, disrupted his drunken stupor. His intoxicated self stumbled towards the door, for once not having to worry if it was a deatheater or auror ready to hex him to oblivion, and opened it hastily.

There stood, on the doorstep of Severus Snape's gangly home, was a mass of bushy brown hair that belonged to Hermione Granger.

Miss Granger here was off traipsing around with her counterparts celebrating and enjoying the freedom of being Voldemort free, when she had, decidedly, a little too much to drink. It was her first time drinking amongst peers, all the other times were champagne during Christmas with her family, and she really didn't know how to hold her own. So she drank until she felt a light buzz engulf her.

Now, she never was drunk before so she didn't know what to do, so she did whatever cam first to head. Her first thought was to go and do muggle karaoke, but the thought of singing in public made her change her mind quickly. Her second was to dye Crookshanks green, but a few scratches changed her mind. Her last thought was to give Professor Snape a hug, because she thought he needed one. So she asked a drunk Remus Lupin the location of his home and apparated, praying to every god the ever existed that she didn't splinch, to his front door. And that was where she was at now.

Severus Snape stared at this young woman at his doorstep. He could tell that she was inebriated. More so than he was, and that was surprising information because he finished half a bottle already. He was about to ask her why she was standing on his doorstep, when suddenly, he felt a pair of arms surround his waist, trapping him in a bear hug.

Hermione Granger never did things on impulse, but why she hugged Professor Snape she had no idea. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged like her entire existence depended on it.

He should push her away, really he should, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He felt comforted by this hug. He felt like she understood him. He felt that she knew what he was going through. He needed this hug.

Hermione was surprised to feel Professor Snape's arms wrap around her too. She never thought that Professor Snape would actually succumb to physically touching another person in such an intimate way. So she let him hug her, knowing he would never actually do it, and smelling the alcohol on his breath. She knew he wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow. She knew she wouldn't remember this tomorrow. But she wanted to savor the hug forever. But time was ticking and her friends would worry. So she gave a slight push and freed herself. She looked into her professor's eyes and smiled. She apparated away with a pop.

Severus Snape stood on his doorstep and stared at the ground where Hermione Granger stood. He stayed there for quite a while. But soon, he became tired, and the alcohol turned against him and fought its way back up again. He sighed and went inside and closed the door.

Fin