A/N: Okay, so I lied. Inspiration struck and I will finish this eventually. But first, onto the rewrites. And I don't own any of this of course. And I will be looking for a beta for this one as well, yet I don't have much hope of finding one. So crit is welcomed, but I would prefer it in an email.

Yes, this is still a slight sequel to Desideratum, in the sense that Snape wants Hermione and she is oblivious and engaged to one Mr. Harry Potter. However, these two fics are written in such different styles that I feel there should be a disclaimer on this.

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(It will go its own way.)

Chapter 1

She loved him. It wasn't a question, or a statement but the plain stating of a simple fact. She loved him. She still loved him.

He didn't love her. Therein was the problem.

Looking down at her engagement ring, Hermione Granger tried to be rational about the situation. Her fiancée, the wonderful, noble, boy who lived was proving to be quite un-noble and most defiantly not wonderful.

There were reasons why they hadn't gotten married and most of them were very good. Harry wanted to finish his auror training, while Hermione wanted to finish her research and education. Then, with the outbreak of war, it was easy for the wedding to be put off until after Voldemort's defeat.

A defeat that, conveniently enough, happened two years ago.

In all, they had been engaged for five years, after dating for two. And she was still Ms. Granger. And Harry kept promising her, that one day soon, she wouldn't be.

One day soon, they were going to get married and live in a big house in a quite little town and raise a happy family. They were going to be in love and everything was going to be happily ever after.

Except for the fact that Harry Potter, all around hero of the wizarding world and Quidditch champion, didn't particularly like being faithful.

Hermione wasn't sure how long the affairs had been going on. She wasn't aware of how many other women there were. All she knew was that when she came home early from work today unannounced, she had walked in on Harry screwing the brains out of some very enthusiastic bimbo on their bed. In their house. And he hadn't even noticed that Hermione had come home early.

Rather then disrupt the rather preoccupied pair she just turned around and walked out. She kept walking until she ended up on this park bench, dwelling on what she could through the shock.

She hadn't kept track of how long she was sitting there, but it was getting dark but she didn't want to go back. She didn't feel like hearing his feeble excuses, the same pathetic lies over and over again. She just wanted to wake up and not have to deal with this.

She had given up so much for him. God, how could she have ever been so stupid?

Hermione Granger- the know it all brain had spent the last seven years of her life being completely and utterly stupid. Teaching was out of the question because he didn't want her too- said that it would keep them apart. She was his fortress, his support system, helping him through the darkest days of the war. She gave him everything- her virginity, her trust, her life. Hell, she was willing to have children with the man. She didn't really even like children. And in one day, he had managed not only to destroy everything they ever had but he also practically slapped her in the face as well.

He lied to her and that's what hurt the most.

He said he'd never leave, never hurt her like that. She trusted him. When they first started dating, she didn't make Harry say that he loved her. She didn't want him too- but he insisted. The engagement was also Harry's idea. She didn't need those things- Harry told them to her willingly, optionally. And that's what pissed her off.

The fact that he didn't have to do those things and he did. And then he lied about it.

As Hermione Granger came to this realization on her park bench, anger quickly replaced the mind numbing shock. It wouldn't do to go home like this. She wasn't about to end up in Abakazan because of that bloody bastard.

Fuck him, she thought. I'll be just fine on my own. Besides, she didn't want to think about this anymore tonight. Her head hurt and she was tired. Taking a page from Scarlet O'Hara, she decided to worry about it tomorrow.

With that settled, she left the park and started to walk to Ginny Weasley's flat to spend the night.

Hermione ended up staying for much longer then the night.

Standing at a door in her flat, Ginny Weasley was not amused. "Hermione, it's been almost two months. You've got to decide what to do, or I'm going to start charging rent," Ginny Weasley threatened for the third time that day. She was met with silence, as usual.

"Fine then. I'll just owl Ron and tell him to go ahead and beat the shit out of Harry. Again. Then I'll owl Dumbledore and tell him to expect you on the Hogwart's train…"

The redhead trailed off as the door swung open revealing a very unkempt Hermione Granger.

"You will do nothing of the sort. Now go away and let me mope in peace."

Ginny sighed. "You've already done the whole moping shtick. Now you've got to rejoin the living. Besides, Snape already filled the lonely, depressed, moping bastard slot at Hogwarts. You'll have to try for something else. Something much more cuter and bubbly- and less greasy of course."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "And who said I was going to Hogwarts? Because I certainly don't recall ever saying so."

"Hermione, Dumbledore asked you personally to go. How could you turn that down?"

"Ginny, do you not realize that I've been receiving that same letter every year since university? It's nothing new, nor is special."

"Will you listen to yourself? The greatest wizard of our time has repeatedly asked you personally to go and teach at his school! What is not special about that?" Ginny asked as she started to become quite exasperated.

"For the final time, I am not going to Hogwarts. End of story. There is nothing for me there. And lemon drops."

"Except a wonderful job doing something you love."

"I hate lemon drops."

Ginny moved to start making tea in the flat's little kitchen. As she collected the tealeaves, she looked at Hermione once again. "You're scared aren't you?"

"What?"

"You're scared. This is something you always wanted to do and you're scared you won't be any good at it. You're afraid to find out you're wrong." Ginny said thoughtfully as she poured them both a cup.

Hermione glared at the redhead. "Fantastic. Not only do I have that old coot attempting to manipulate me into working for him even after I've turned him down for years, you're now attempting pop psychology."

Ginny ignored her. In the past two months, Ginny had become exceptionally good in blocking Hermione out when she started muttering. "You're also afraid it'll remind you of Harry." A slight pause, then, "how come you never taught when you two were together? Everyone always expected that you would. Was it because of Harry that you didn't?"

"Now you're really going where it's none of your business." Hermione snapped as she reached for her mug.

"Right." Ginny said, pausing to taste her tea. "That was a most informative conversation. Now, about buying new robes for you to use at Hogwarts…."

"GINNY! I am not, nor will I ever return to Hogwarts! Do you understand me?"

Ginny nodded, smirking knowingly to herself.

Three months later, the new Muggle Studies teacher for Hogwart's school of Witchcraft and Wizardry was boarding the train at King's Cross Platform 9 3/4. If one was to watch her, they might notice a startlingly resemblance to one very annoyed Hermione Granger. And if they were to look even closer, they may notice a very self satisfied Ginny Weasley there to see her off. And if they were really observant, they would of heard the new teacher tell Ginny Weasley exactly where she could go in great detail and in many words that could not be repeated in mixed company.