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Sorry about all the cliffies, . I like writing cliffies. I've become sick once again, so updating has been delayed because of that. Sorry if the characters in the story are out of their normal personalities, but this is a fanfic, and I'm doing my best. I've had problems with the same things that go on in the story, therefore the reason I've written it in this way. I've gotten 26 reviews! I'm so happy everyone likes my story, and it made me feel better to write it. I'm sorry if it's too fast but I'm going to try and slow things up. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. Merry Part and Blessed Be.

Chapter 8

Forgive Me

"I... I... I'm so sor-r-y Professor..." Hermione stuttered though tears.

"For what?" He said caringly.

Hermione buried her face in his robes.

"For..." She cried harder. "For not telling anyone..."

Severus pulled her face up. "Tell what?"

He wasn't making this easy for her; he wanted her to tell him... to release all her pain.

"About me slitting my wrists..."

'Hermione..." Severus looked dearly at her. "It's quite alright, I know now, and I can help you. I suspect you've told the proper authorities about your home life?"

Hermione's voice reached to a soft whisper, "no..."

Severus took a minute to register her answer. "What?"

"I said no... I never told anyone..."

Severus sat back down and pulled Hermione down beside him.

"Why didn't you?"

Hermione looked down at the floor, and began running explanations through her mind. Severus pulled her up and looked into her eyes.

"You were confused weren't you?"

Hermione nodded.

"Scared?"

She nodded again.

"Do you think he will ever come back?"

Hermione shuddered, "Yes..."

And she cried... she couldn't help it... he seemed to understand everything. Even though this certainly wasn't the Snape she grew to know, she felt he trusted her to know the truth. That Snape was actually an elegant, loving, comforting Severus. He really was the one she dreamed about and that made her happy through all her pain.

"Hermione, you need to go to your room now. I suggest not going to classes today. You need sufficient rest, and being up at 2:00 am will not help any."

"Yes sir..." Hermione managed to choke out.

She walked to the door and Severus let his hand fall onto her lower back as in attempt to help her out, and she ran to her room.

When Hermione reached the silk black sheets of her bed, she collapsed immediately, and dreamed of "him"

He was so perfect...

Sorry if this chapter is short, but I don't feel well, and I needed to give you guys something to indulge yourselves in.

R & r

Becky