Anti-Litgation Charm: Heh, always thought these were as corny as hell. Anywho, Harry Potter and all the rest don't belong to me. Really. I know, it's sad. But you'll be fine. Be strong.

A/N: Halfway through chapter 17 of HiO, I was struck by this horrible abomination, commonly called, -writer's block-. ::shudders:: A horrid, horrid thing. So, to get me muse working, I started chapter 2 of "Okay". And yeah, there are quotation marks in the title. just makes them invisible.

Thanks to everyone for your reviews, I really do appreciate them alot.

Severus Snape detested hospitals.

Such places should not be allowed to exist. Everything from the tangy smell of disinfectant, to the myrads of diseases just waiting to get him made his skin crawl. But, despite his severe dislike of hospitals, that is precisely the place that Severus Snape found himself.

His black dress shoes made little click noises on the marble floors. He had come as soon as he could. Potter had floo-ed him once he had gotten Hermione safely to St. Mungo's.

While his face, as usual, was impassive and blank, inside he was twisted with guilt, remorse, and worry. He was a goddamned idiot. And that pretty much summed it up.

He opened the swinging door to room 37C. The room was, well, he would have called it white, but Hermione would have insisted it was creme, in her usual bossy way.. The thought came to him unbidden, and his heart panged once again. Harry was sitting in one of the chairs, his fingers trailing over Hermione's uprisen palm. He slumped slightly in his seat, his posture giving away what his face did not. He looked helpless.

Hermione looked terrible. Her bushy hair was all over the place, and she looked pale and had dark circles under her eyes. She looked thinner. Severus grimaced. She hadn't been eating or sleeping. And because of him.

Her arms lay at her side, palms up. Her forearms were thickly bandaged, and were starting to soak through with blood.

Harry stopped his gentle movements when he realized someone was watching. He turned around, facing Snape, looking as if he were death himself. " 'Lo Professor."

Severus gave a slight nod in return. The silence grew between them for a while, both of them lost in their own thoughts. "I.." Severus said, his voice suddenly raspy. "I never thought she would do this. I didn't think..." he stopped abruptly and collapsed into the chair next to Harry.

What had he done? He buried his head in his hands. Gods, he had thrown away the only thing that really mattered, and for what? Nothing.

No. It wasn't nothing. It was bollocks. Complete and utter bollocks. For a few quick shags with the forbidden fruit. For the feeling that he was worth something, that he was desirable.

How far he had gotten from that. He was nothing, he was dirt. Scum, filth, you name it, Severus Snape was it.

And to top it all off, he knew it was wrong. He knew what he was doing was wrong, and that she knew about it. And yet, he still did it. Because he thought he was getting away with it. How bloody ignorant could he be? How could he have missed this?

He looked up to find the boy-who-lived-to-defeat-Voldemorte staring at him. Harry had never been supportive of Hermione's relationship with him. Which was understandable, if you looked at it objectively. It wasn't as if he had given him any reason to.

"Explain." Harry said, his green eyes suddenly hard and stubborn.

"Excuse me, Mr. Potter?" Severus replied quickly.

Harry's eyes raked Severus searchingly. "This didn't happen for no reason. You and Hermione have been...living together. You should know."

Severus sighed painfully, but otherwise didn't respond. How could he explain that he had driven Hermione to such lengths? If he did, Potter was likely to kill him where he stood.

"Did you know that Hermione and Ron and Ginny had a falling out?" Harry said, in soft voice, or a rather loud whisper, depending on how you looked at it. "Hermione refuses to associate with either of them anymore. And she also refuses to say why.

All I know is that Hermione and Ginny had gone at it, Hermione calling Ginny a whore and Ginny calling Hermione a prude. Then Ron got into it, defending his little sister. Hermione told them both that she never wanted to hear from them again. And this isn't the first time Hermione has severed ties with friends.

So explain." He finished.

"Believe me Potter, when I tell you that you do not want to know." Severus said in a strained voice.

"But I do." Harry insisted.

Severus shook his head, limp locks of black tossing about. "It's Hermione's choice to tell you. If she hadn't told you, then I shan't be the one to." Personally, he was surprised that Hermione hadn't told Harry. After all, they were extremely close, much to Severus' chagrin.

Harry frowned deeply at Severus' answer, but otherwise remained silent.

"Will she be alright?" Severus finally ventured.

Harry's eyes had a pained look in them. "I'm not sure. She did something...took something...we can't heal the wounds."

"It must have been premeditated..." Severus mumbled, more to himself than Harry.

Harry nodded shortly. "The healers can give her blood replenishing potions, and can stem the flow of blood a bit, but other than that.." he stopped shortly.

"There's not much to do." Severus intoned, getting a nod of confirmation from Harry. "Why is she unconcious?"

"When I...when I found her, she was still half awake. And bloody pissed that I had arrived. She kept doing wandless magic, and the healers had to give her dreamless sleep so that they could treat her." he said rather shakily.

Harry took a deep breath, and took a piece of parchment from the bedside table. "I found this, on the bathroom sink. I can't make sense of it." Harry handed it over to Snape, and the look in his eyes clearly said that he thought that Snape could.

He unrolled the parchment, which had sploches of dried blood and assumedly water, perhaps tears.

I never asked for much.

All I ever wanted was one thing.

You.

Severus closed his eyes. He couldn't breathe. His hands crumpled the papers between their fingers as he finally let out a sob. Oh dear Merlin, what had he done? Why, why, why?

Harry watched silently as he watched the usually stoic man in front of him have his whole being ripped into two. He saw the expression of anguish on Severus' face, and he felt pity for the man. He knew that something had happened, and that Severus was at the center of it, but it was hard to be angry when 'the enemy' was in so much pain.

They lasped into silence once again, neither one of them moving. The air felt so heavy, as if it were pressing down on them. Severus massaged his temples. This was too much.

Hermione opened her eyes and groaned. "Bloody hell." she muttered.

A/N: Ahh...one done, one to go. It's a relief. Anyway, just a quick note here. Hermione's suicide note...while it's short...and not very flowery..is really what I imagine one to be. I can't imagine lyrics or poetry being put there. Things tend to get very...black and white at that point.

Oh, and sorry for the cliffie. ::grin::

Question: At the very end, should Hermione forgive him or leave him forever? Or maybe should Hermione die? Or Snape?

Review and lemme know!