Hermione doesn't feel like being sociable, but her friends and family are constantly trying to get her "out there." She may have found a solution to get them off her back. And in Snape, a kindred spirit.

I go back to the Shrieking Shack, to collect his body, to give him, at long last, some semblance of care. - Poem about the aftermath of the Last Battle.

Aurora Sinistra put her hand on the headmaster's arm as they were about to leave the Great Hall. "Look, I don't know what game you're playing, but – Severus, I thought I'd warn you. You're getting careless." Snape took a step forward, wand in hand, eyes narrowed. "Explain." But their conversation explained more than he'd bargained for. Now he'd have to make a choice.

As Snape lies dying on the floor of the Shrieking Shack, he wonders - hell on earth should be enough punishment for any man, but what if there was a literal hell after death? What if death was just an endless continuation of the misery his life had been? He was so tired... (One-shot, complete.)