A/N- this is the last chapter- iim working on the story from snapes POV- which is called Kissed By Lightening

14/07

Dear Diary,
Well Harry and I had our little talk this evening, and I told him how I felt about Severus. It felt so good to say it aloud but Harry was most definitely not impressed with the man I had fallen in love with. We spent many hours arguing and in an uncomfortable silence, but he finally accepted that it was my heart and my choice.

Things have still not gone any better with Severus and I got an offer through from the ministry offering me another position-somewhere in America- I hope it is far enough for me escape his memory but I have the feeling that the tie that binds me to him is strong enough to overcome anything. *~ *~ *~ *~ *~ *~ 15/07

Dear Diary,
I leave on the 17th . I have two days left to see Severus; my tears are blotting the journal. How can I bear to be away from him? But I must. For both of our sakes.

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Dear Diary,
Today I wondered round Hogwarts, saying goodbye to the place- for I know I can never return while he is here, nor could return here without him. I said my goodbyes to Harry and Ron and all the staff at dinner. Severus wasn't there. It was so incredibly painful but maybe he thought it would be easier if we never said goodbye. Im all packed and my most prized possession is a photograph- a photograph of us. I've decided to stick it in here, so it will always be where my heart and feelings are.

Goodbye Severus, I wish you a blessed life, and I hope that you find love- you deserve it. I will always love you.

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Dearest Hermione,
Today was the day you left, the day you took a part of me with you. As you left your friend Harry dragged me off into an empty classroom. Potter shouted at me, and told me that you were in love with me: he never let me explain to him how I felt about you, but he told me again and again that if I didn't go after you and tell you how I felt then I wasn't worthy of your love. Finally, he threw a book at me, well I thought it was a book at first, but it turned out to be this journal. I read it, I confess. And so many of my questions were answered and a hope inside me began to grow, as hope has never done so before.

I love you Hermione Granger and the next time you read this journal, you will be in my arms and I will be kissing you like I ought to have done at the ball. I promise it will be magical.

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And it was so.