Disclaimer: Alright, this is definitely a Requiem for a Dream chapter, probably along with some Pi too, with inspiration coming from those quick-edited, very awesome scenes where the user prepares and delivers their drugs. Hmmm…who else (besides HP) would be credited in here? Maybe American Beauty…but only somewhat. I think this is going to be a sexual chapter, although altogether I don't write explicit sexual stuff, but I'm just warning you all…it might get a little creepy. If the writing seems choppy and confusing, that's because it's meant to be that way, this story (and really this chapter) is written like that to show how much their minds are really screwed up, and how much confusion is going on. If anyone has a huge problem with it, and doesn't get it - email me, I'll explain what's going on. Enjoy:

Crystal Angel- "Chapter Four- Higher Being"

It was in the afternoon on a weekday, weeks after Snape and Hermione laid out underneath the clouds, and stated drugged confessions of feelings. Weeks after, and she was still alive, and now laying naked across Snape's bed, while he was at the mirror trying to make himself presentable to students and colleagues. It was during a rare moment that both had a free hour, and Snape should have been planning, while Hermione should have been working, but seeing the moment as too good to pass up, here they were.

"Don't you have classes?" he asked, looking at her in the mirror. Oh - the Great Angel wasn't happy about this. She invaded his doses, invaded his mind, livid with anger. If he looked hard enough anywhere, at anytime, he could see her- highly pissed that this girl was still living - still breathing - still the lover in Snape's eyes.

He watched a hand go down to her breast, and watched as she caressed it, then turning her head towards him, with eyes shut, and let out a tiny whimper. "Yes," she answered, looking at him through the mirror, "yours."

Snape dropped his hands from his chest, where they had been buttoning his clothing up. He swiftly turned, scaring Hermione, who jumped, and shot up on the bed. "Shit! Hermione! Get dressed! Get out of here!" he worriedly said, last thing needed was for them to be found out. Snape picked up her clothing from various places on the floor, and threw them to her.

"But…" she said sadly, on her knees in the middle of the bed. She picked up her bra and put it on regardless of her complaints. Her eyes still far away, both their minds still flying high. Snape crawled on the bed and stood on his knees with her. He put his hands on the girl's arms, moving a fallen bra strap to its place on her shoulder.

"Tonight - I'll come for you." he said, kissing her neck, feeling the little shocks of electricity contacting his lips. All he wanted right now was to have her as his all day, all night. For her to be just like she was now. But of course, that wasn't possible.

Tonight was the night - the night he was to fulfill the Great Crystal Angel's wish. Tonight was the night he was going to murder Hermione Granger.

She shook her head yes, and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. His heart tore at her future, and her lustful whisper of "I love you, Severus." didn't help matters much.

He smiled, "As do I." They stayed like that for a long time, and then Snape pulled her hands from behind his neck. "You need to fix your makeup." he noted. Black running down her face, red lipstick smudged. She looked like she just had some brilliant lovemaking.

Which - she thought - I did.

Snape stood there, watching - like he did dozens of times before - as Hermione opened her makeup bag, and slowly, with precision, applied the makeup he loved so dearly.

"Let me..." he said as she went to apply lipstick to her lips. She stayed still as he carefully applied it - an act he thought highly erotic. Her lips full and parted just a bit, her eyes closed, ringed in black and sliver, feeling the stick brush over her lips.

"And that's the notes for the Memory Enhancing Potion." Snape said, turning to his class. "Longbottom, if you - by a miracle - get this one right, you better make twice as much." he gave a cold grin as the boy hung his head in shame. Snape turned back around to write that night's assignment on the board.

"Why must you be so cruel to the boy?" a voice came from behind him. He almost dropped the chalk in shock. He drew in a deep breath - and he felt the Crystal Angel's presence behind him. He slowly moved his head to look towards the back of the classroom, where she stood. Standing there, looking at Hermione with anger in her eyes.

Tonight, oh Great One, tonight! He thought panicking.

"Oh?" she said, disbelieving. Snape nodded a tiny nod as he made his way to the side of the classroom to get a jar of ingredient. She moved with him from the other side of the room, never taking Her eyes off him, staring at him. "Will you really? Well…I don't care how you do it - but I want it clear that she was murdered, I want it clear she's dead." she was saying, a blissful happiness in her eyes.

Snape hung his head at the instructions, going to kill cold-blooded, bloody and painful. His eyes flickered to Hermione for a second, and he watched her as she created the potion without any sort of problem, and his blood ran cold as she lifted her eyes to match his, giving the slightest smile on her face.

"I can't believe you find her attractive…" the Angel was saying, leaning against the wall by Hermione, arms crossed and a look of disgust on her face. "She's weak…hmmm - it's going to be so hard to kill her…isn't it?" She mocked him, walking towards him. "To feel the blood of your lover running down your hands…but you're going to do it - because you never disappointed me for too long, never disobeyed me. Even when you were with that Lord Voldemort," She said the name with a mockery, "you were only truly loyal to me. You love me, Severus; I've brought you warmth, comfort, and love for all these years, even through your rough spots in your life. What has she brought you? A whore to vent your sexual frustrations on?" the Angel snorted, "If it wasn't for me, you'd be crawling with disease from that whore."

Snape's hands shook uncontrollably as he tried not to lash out against her. Why? Why couldn't she see? He was happy! So, so, so happy. Never in his life did he experience the feelings he felt when she held him in her hands, running those blood red lips down his skin, whispering into his ear how much she loved him, as they flew with the sunset. It was perfect, why did She want to ruin it?

"You only love her physically." the Crystal Angel bluntly said. "It doesn't matter how smart she is, how lonely she is. You love her because what she can do to you." She got close to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist, trailing her fingers down, putting her lips close to his ear, and he felt her breath as she spoke, "But you love me for what I am. For what I can bring you. And if what you want is that whore…" She dug her lips deeper into his ear, and her fingers, electrically explosive, trailing around him. He bit his lip so hard he almost tasted blood. "I can give you that…as much as you want…and much, much, more."

"Class dismissed!" he heard himself shout, "Just leave!" he ordered to the stunned classroom. He gave Hermione a look as she looked to him, eyes filled with concern. She somehow got the point that he wanted to be alone and left.

When all the students were out of the room for sure, Snape quickly walked out of the Crystal Angel's grasp. He heard her let out a noise of anger, and he turned from where he was walking. Like he could escape her, no matter what, no matter what he did, where he went, she was there, boring her soul into his, her mind, her eyes.

Oh God, he thought, help me.

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST SEE THAT SHE MAKES ME HAPPY!" he yelled. Almost instantly he regretted it, you never - ever - yell at the Great Angel. She fumed down on him, her eyes alive with fire. He lost control and nearly wept out, "She loves me!" he ran his fingers through his hair frustrated, "I've never been so happy!" he was begging, and he knew - he knew - She didn't like begging.

"You pathetic creature." She spat. Encircling him, she tortured his soul with the feelings of hatred and impatience. "Severus Snape, I swear, you are going to kill that girl, I want her dead…or I'll never, ever come to you again. If you can't love only me, like you should…"

Oh! Never see her again! Never feel her by his side, looking at him with those eyes, so green, so loving. Never again hearing her voice, that filled his soul with such warmth, such hope. Oh…he looked at her pathetically. He was bound to her; She was with him for so long, he depended on her. He was so weak when it came to her.

"Alright…" he said, exhausted, "Tonight, my Love. Tonight." he promised.

The Great Angel's eyes went down in their fire, and she looked at him in complete love and wonderfulness. "That's my Love." she whispered, taking his face into her hands, and sending him into happiness only she could bring. "I love you so much, Severus. As long as you're with me, everything will be alright…"

Everything will be all right. The words hung in his brain as he sat at his desk, looking at the chemicals before him. He wasn't going to do this by himself; he wasn't going to do this the way he was now.

He had to be higher.

Higher than the clouds, higher than the stars.

The clock stroke ten o'clock in the background. He needed to be there soon, years of experience told him most students didn't go to bed until eleven or so. He would be getting to Hermione by a secret tunnel that connected the dungeons to the dorm she slept in. From what he knew about it, the tunnel was created for two lovers from the rival houses hundreds of years ago. The lovers were caught, and eventually murdered for their relationship by the Slytherin Head of House.

Tough times.

Snape took the Crystal Angel and uncapped the phial, he swallowed half of it, and started to see the colors fly by his eyes, he felt her presence near, her air so happy, so proud. With the other half, he set the phial down, and opened up a box. His breath shuddered at the feelings this would give, and his body shook in anticipation at them.

Higher Power. The Crystal Angel's only boss. The fine green powder that magnified the experience of Her powers by a thousand. When taken with Her blood, the user shot straight past the sunset, the moon, the stars, and into a Supernova so intense the user, if unqualified, would die from sheer insanity of the mind. That's why only certain Crystal Angel users could touch it; only certain users could sell it. He had gotten permission from Her when he was eighteen, and he loved it. He just didn't enjoy the administration of it, it did - however - help in his Death Eater days - when he was the only one used to needles when the gang would go into Muggle establishments and take every drug there to blend in until their attack was set.

He took a pinch of powder from the box, and let it drop into the Crystal Angel. The green specs floated around for a minute, until it blended, and the phial glowed green. He sighed, pulling out a well-used Muggle needle. Snape drew it up, watching in complete awe as the drug went into the needle.

Ecstasy, Hermione's drug of choice. She had told him that she had gotten used to the drug mid-summer, and before leaving for Hogwarts, stole from the lab that was in the caretakers house because she didn't have enough money to pay for the dozens of pills that could carry her through the year. Once, he was in the dorm and he saw the bottle, and stole from her. He didn't care if the Angel was watching him, he wasn't just going to go in there and murder and run. No…he was going to at least have a last bit of moment's fun with her.

Snape pulled the white tablet with a red heart on it towards him, and looked at it. He had taken Ecstasy once before, in his Death Eater days. He was told to blend in, and a woman that was incredibly attracted to him handed him the tablet, which he took. For the next set of hours, he was in the middle of the dance, grinding with the rest as the blood red light flashed wildly in his eyes, illuminating girls on the stage, in cages and on bars. The music of the Muggles pounded right into his soul with each beat, as he danced wildly on the floor, his mind nowhere in particular, his body with the rest, he danced and was enraptured by the music, by the people, by the emotion flying through the crowd. The woman grinded against his body, held on tightly, and he matched her motions in the chemically enriched orgy they were part of into the night.

Taking the tablet, he put the tiniest drop of the glowing green Higher Being (which was the name of Crystal Angel and Higher Power mixed together) on top of it, letting it sink in. He would give her this…maybe it would fuzz her mind over so much she wouldn't know what was happening until there was no turning back. He didn't want to hurt her, Snape loved her too much, for her looks or whatever, the love was there - and he wanted no pain.

As he picked up the needle he remembered back weeks ago, when he held her for the first time on the floor, and he watched the spider crawling towards its prey. He didn't feel that Hermione was his prey, and he was spider, but instead, he was the prey…and the spider was faceless, unclear within his mind. But it came to him, as he struggled against it's powerful force, it crawled in an agonizing speed, death coming closer and closer - but never getting there.

He pulled up the sleeve of his robes, rolling it up until it reached the skin of the underside of his elbow. Snape looked at his arm, red holes marked previous encounters with that horrible needle that brought bliss only those could wish for, looking down, the red outline of the Dark Mark. He grimaced as he remembered the terrible things he had done in those days, and how She hated him dearly for it, leaving him alone, leaving him to ponder her existence, wondering if this was the end.

Casting a spell above the elbow, he felt the blood stopping underneath it and he took in a deep breath. Slowly he entered the needle, so long, so thick (he had gotten it from a Muggle Junkie), and his face contorted into painful expressions as it entered. He sat there for a moment, letting his mind get used to the needle and prepared for the rush it would give. Slowly he pushed the plunger, and felt a warmth beneath his skin, rising, swimming with his blood, when it was finished he pulled out the needle quickly, and released the spell. Shuttering with pleasure, he felt the Higher Being swim until it hit his brain, and he felt a pull at his body as he flew into the Supernova.

"Hermione." he whispered when he checked to make sure the dorm was empty save for her. Snape's eyes were wide, taking in the light of the Supernova that played in his vision; his mind was running, body responding to the idea of her touch. He walked stealthily to her bed, curtains drawn except for the one at the foot of the bed, and he stood there, taking in her vision.

Her body laid out, sleeping. Her hair spread around her, and her body covered in a baby blue nightdress. Snape looked around, and then crawled into the bed from the foot, shutting the curtains behind him. He quietly crawled to her face, and he straddled her body with his arms and legs, his hands on each side of her head, legs tight on each side of hers, locking them together. He brought his lips to her neck and at his touch she jumped awake.

"Shhhh…" he whispered from her neck.

"Who's that? Oh…Severus…" Hermione whispered back, putting her arms around his neck and smiling. He whispered a charm that would silence the bed around them, leaving them in complete privacy.

"I brought you a gift…" he said as she let him climb into the bed with her. Digging her face into his chest she asked what it was. "This…" he answered with the pill on his finger.

"Ecstasy?" she asked, pulling back from him. "I have an entire bot-"

"No no no…" he corrected her. "I laced it…with Crystal Angel…" he explained. And her eyes grew wide with wonder. "Open your mouth." he ordered, and she did. Placing the finger inside her mouth, she encased it with her lips, and sucked lightly on the tip of his finger, feeling the tablet dissolve in her mouth, feeling her body feel lighter and lighter at it. He pulled his finger from her mouth, and trailed it down her chin while looking at her through her eyes. It was almost completely dark in their little coffin, a blue light from the outside shone in between the cracks in the curtains.

Hermione pulled herself to her elbows, and pulled him under her. She straddled him heavily, pulling off her nightdress, revealing her nude body to him in the pale blue light. She bent down to him and kissed his neck as she undid the buttons on his coat, his fingers running along her body, she breathed tiny moans onto his skin.

"No…Hermione…" he stopped her before she completely unclothed him, she pulled back and looked down at him. "I want you…only you tonight…" he told her, and her eyes lit up as he guided her body back down on the bed. She ran her hands over his bare chest as he kissed her neck, and guided himself down. Her moans and yelps seemed increased in intensity through this drugged state he was in. He watched her eyes roll back into her head as his lips kissed her lower and lower, his lips sending shots of electricity to her skin.

Her final shout minutes later struck him into his soul, ringing inside his chest as if someone had taken a set of church bells and let them loose within there. She pulled him back up to her face, kissing it and then resting it on her bare chest, as he laid there with her during her last moments, breathing into her breasts that were as warm and soft as the Angel's.

Oh no…the time has come. He felt the Crystal Angel's presence outside the curtain, he felt her wrath, he felt her need to see the girl below him drowning in her own blood.

Snape's heart pounded into his skull, his soul cried out against it, his body wanting nothing more than to take Hermione again, make the hardest love to her, and hear her scream out his name over and over. But still his hand moved down onto his pants, where he reached inside and produced a knife.

"I'm sorry, Hermione." he breathed into her skin as his hand brought the knife up closer to her breast, kissing her skin and hearing the barely audible "Huh?" from her lips, he continued, "I'm sorry…but the Great Crystal Angel wants it done…and she always gets what she wants…"

Hermione must have felt the cold metal of the knife, because she jumped underneath him, and let out a noise that sounded like pain and fear. It rekindled a flame in his soul that hadn't been alive and dancing since the days he killed for Voldemort, and her screams were worthless, except to fuel the flame inside his hungry soul for power and control. He jumped up on all fours once more and straddled her body again, only harder, and brought down the knife into her breast, into her heart, again and again - feeling blood from his lover splash onto his chest, and onto his hands, hearing her cries and her screams as he continued.

Then he heard a gurgle as blood reached into her mouth, and the struggle had ended, Hermione was gone, the sheets now matching her lipstick. Snape didn't think twice, but fled, hearing the Angel's cries of ecstatic joy over the screams and painful cries of the fearful Hermione.

Cold…cold water hit him in his face. Standing in his shower, he watched as the cold water hit his body, watched as the red blood swirled in the drain. Snape was still in the Supernova, still flying high, but he had just realized what he did. His body shook underneath the sobs that were coming, and he let it out. That primal scream escaped his throat, shaking his body as he screamed the angry scream along with tears, flowing freely from his eyes, mixing in the water, going down the drain with Hermione's blood.

"Hermione!" he moaned, "Oh! Hermione! I'm sorry!" he cried. Overwhelmed by tears, he didn't realize that hands were around his waist; a body was holding him close, until he felt the prickle of Heaven on his skin, and the smooth, loving voice that cradled him inside his ear.

"Severus…oh, my Love Severus." the Great Angel sounded. "You're so good to me, never disobeying me. I'm so proud of you, my Love. I love you so so much." her lips kissed his back as he moaned in sadness and he whimpered in defeat. "I love you forever, you're so special to me…you are the one I trust and I enjoy pleasing. Oh Severus," she said, encasing him totally in her wings, making his body fly straight into the gates of Heaven and into the arms of the Higher Powder himself, "you are mine…all mine."

But the screams of Hermione invaded his bliss, the image of her dead body below him. A wave of sorrow and regret washed over him. He was going to die…they were going to find him and kill him. He shoved the Great Angel away, and crawled out of the shower. He ran for his lab, and took a cauldron, filled it with a lethal dose of Crystal Angel, and then carelessly threw in Potions he'd know would cause death. Not caring, he just threw them in there.

Boiling, it was taking so long. Finally, the mixture was ready, and he took the largest bowl he could find to pour it into. Crying for his life, for Hermione, for the mistakes he made from the years he killed without mercy. Crying for the looks on Dumbledore and McGonagall's faces when they saw both him and Hermione dead the next morning. Snape brought the bowl to his lips, and drank deeply. Drinking past the moment his stomach was full, he drank, and he drank. He felt the blackness seep into his brain, he felt his body get numb, and he blacked out, falling onto the ground.

"Severus…" the voice was so familiar, as was the setting. It was Hermione, lying in his bed on top of him, waking him up so gently. "Severus…" she repeated, and he opened his eyes. Opened them to see her smiling face, with her makeup running from sweat, she kissed his bare chest. "Did you have a nice nap?" she asked, running her hands to his waist.

"Severus! HOW could you! I was the only one you should have trusted! I was the only one you should love! I am the one that keeps you alive, I am the one that gives you comfort!" the Great Crystal Angel screamed in anger at him, knocking Hermione off and tying him to the bed, beating him until he felt the blood seep from open wounds, he screamed for Hermione to go, to leave - but she was sitting right in front of him, her face shining with happiness. Her face glowed on as the Great Angel turned into his Father, and the beating got stronger, and he felt a boot collide within his bones, crushing as he started to call out for his mother, feeling the blows get harder and harder.

"A MAN DOES NOT CALL FOR HIS MOTHER!" his Father's voice roared into his ears, which were bleeding as the blows came to his head. Blinking blood from his eyes, he saw his Mother crying in the corner, wanting so desperately to reach for her son, cradle him in her arms, and tell how much she loved him.

But he felt the Angel's wings instead, as he lie there, fluttering on his skin, healing those cuts, whispering words of comfort, telling him how special he was, how beautiful he was, how lucky she was to be holding him.

And distance, distance through his mind, he heard the familiar voice of Dumbledore, saying his name in a rushed, panicked voice; he felt his hands on his skin, his fingers down his throat.

"Poppy!" Dumbledore called, shoving Snape's wand down the owner's throat to prevent the man from swallowing his tongue as he lashed out on the floor, having the worse fit and seizure anyone had seen, the room was full of Snape's tortured screams, so loud it rung off the walls. Dumbledore was quickly awoken by the Slytherin Prefect, who had heard the Head of his House screaming and crying, and had run in to see what was the matter, to find Snape's nude body tumbling and slamming against the ground, as violent as a fish out of water, his eyes budging from his head, pupils so big they looked like fish eyes.

"Poppy! Call St. Mungo's immediately!" Dumbledore roared, trying to calm Snape's flinging body down. Poppy ran to the fireplace, calling the hospital.

Snape, so far away, was screaming just to let him die, he deserved to die, he killed so many, there was nothing left in his life. The screams of Hermione screaming his name in both lust and fear clouded his mind, the images of the Crystal Angel flying him through colors and beating him senseless flew through his mind. Inside his head he was clawing his face, pulling out his hair, screaming and crying in an agonizing pain.

The medical doctors from St. Mungo's surrounded his body, and one doctor looked at him closely, "Jackson, call the Mental Ward," he said to a nearby orderly, "we have another Crystal Angel victim…"