A/N: Changed my mind. I'm so into writing about Juliette, I feel okay writing an R fanfiction now, so here is why it's R. Don't worry, it's mild R.

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Juliette didn't bring up Christmas break for another three months. She hoped that maybe if she didn't think about it, the visions would go away. And for the most parts, they did.

By day, she was always in a good mood, completely free from any thoughts of her dad. But at night, whenever her eyes shut... shattered glass, alone on the grimy brown carpet, vomit, yelling, doors slam, knees against her chest, starving, freezing.......

No, she wasn't completely free from her dad, and obviously never would be. But at least she could delay talking about the experience for as long as possible. She didn't even tell Snape about it at first. She felt bad about not telling him right away, especially because he looked hurt every time she just gave him a one or two word answer to his questions about what she did over break. But she just had to give herself some time.

So, she told him the whole story about three months later in his chambers at night. She was scared that maybe Professor McGonagall had told him already, but luckily all the information was new to him. She really had hoped talking about it this time would be easier, but of course that was too much to hope for. Just bringing up the slightest mention of her father gave her a huge lump in her throat.

When she finally finished telling him, no details left out, she was relieved to see that she wasn't crying, but she was breathing hard.

He looked up at her, one of her slender hands clamped in both of his. He could feel her hand shaking.

Juliette.... why did you tell me before? he said. His voice was a little shaky, and certainly not as cool as it normally was.

I... I didn't want to talk about it. I'm sorry, I just... it was painful to even think about.... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you think that I was.... I just didn't want to talk about it.

Now she could feel her face growing hotter, her eyes burning with the effort of holding back steamy tears. She slowly looked to him, where he bend beside her, and expected for her effort to fail when her eyes met his. She was expecting for that fierce edge that was in his voice when he last spoke. But this wasn't so. Whatever edge his expression may have had before, it had all melted into sympathy.

It's okay. I understand. I parents weren't lovely either, and I loath talking about them. Any memory I still have of my childhood, I've either put into a pensive, or pushed it out of my mind one way or another. I just don't like to remember.

Juliette smiled and leaned her head against his chest. Do you know what? he whispered softly.

Well, I told Professor McGonagall already.... she paused waiting for any sign of irritation from that statement but none came. So she took a deep breath and continued. I told her, and when I finished, she said.... that we were alike.Yes, I know. I was hoping you already knew that.I know, I did. It's just.... Hearing someone say it, having someone besides yourself know that about you.... I honestly didn't think she saw more than a student that works hard. I suppose she knows more about me than I thought. I don't mind, she helps me with a lot of stuff, but when she said that.....I dunno. It was just sort of this triumphant feeling that I got. I felt hopeful, and sort of proud.

He beamed. Whether she knew it or not, she had just paid him an enormous compliment.

she continued. That just came to mind when you told me about not having a great childhood.Do you know what you're going to do after you get out of Hogwarts? he asked suddenly.

Professor McGonagall talked to Professor Dumbledore, and they thought it might be best to have me stay with a witch or wizard that would let me rent a room in their house. That's all I've heard.

He nodded. Did you have any say?Well, they asked me if that was all right, and if I had anyone in particular I wanted to stay with, she said. I said I didn't care, whoever was willing to take me.Well, try not to seem to eager when I offer to take you in, he said quickly.

I won't, I'm good at.... REALLY? I was hoping you would, but... really? Her face lit up.

Well, what else did you expect me to do?I dunno, she said, but laughed. How could she not have expected that?

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The rest of school went by quite smoothly for Juliette. She breezed through her N.E.W.T.s, continued to keep her relationship between her and Snape under wraps, and her father was temporarily blurred from her memory. Everything was as close to perfect as she was ever going to get. It wasn't hard at all for her to get used to this new undying state of happiness she was constantly in. She wasn't used to it, but the feeling just sunk into her skin.

Finally, the end of the year had come, and she in the Great Hall for the last time as a student of Hogwarts. She marveled for the first and last time at the grandness of it all. And everyone was celebrating. The whole time she chatted about the year with the people that she called bitches not too long ago.

Professor Dumbledore gave a speech, that was accompanied but many cries of and . Juliette scanned the staff table, trying to take a mental picture of each of them. Professor Flitwick, practically bouncing in his chair. Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, chatting with pleasant looks across their features. Madame Hooch laughing at something the Fat Friar said as he floated by. Then there was Professor Snape, who was looking at her, and smiling. Her whole body relaxed and warmth rushed her. She smiled back to show him she saw him, and he beamed, leaning his head on his hand. All of a sudden she realized this was the last night she was going to spend at Hogwarts. And, she technically wasn't a student anymore. She grinned, and waited patiently until supper was done.

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Once he had rounded the corner and was closer to the dungeon, Snape turned and beckoned behind him. Juliette quickly came to his side, and he slipped his arm around her waist.

It's lucky no one saw us, he whispered. There's so much chaos around this time.I noticed, she said, listening to the sounds of the students running to their houses for late night end-of-the-year parties.

They slipped into his chamber, and the second the door closed and the soundproof charm was on, he let his lips slide to hers, and she fell against the wall, pulling him in. She sank down the wall, pulling him down with her. They were on the floor, her warm flesh enjoying the attention it was getting from Snape's hands as he slowly moved his hand along her neck on down to her breast.

So, you're not a student any more, are you? he whispered in her ear.

No, I suppose I'm not, she said, closing her eyes at the feeling of his hot breath against her skin.

he replied. Then I don't feel guilty about doing this.

Her heart leapt, hoping she was right in her thinking about what he was going to do. She gasped as he felt his hands slowly undoing the snaps on her robes. She was right.

The snaps were undone, and the robe fell away, and she quickly stripped herself from any other clothes and undergarments as his hands moved along her inner thigh. Once she was completely exposed, she moved her hands under his robes, exposing all of his pale skin to her for the first time. He didn't waste any time to start exploring. His lips moved along her skin, down, down, down....

She let out a small cry as she felt his lips moving downward. Her hands twirled a few pieces of his dark hair as his head slowly moved up again, touching her lips once more.

Then she moaned aloud as he moved to her possessively. She sighed with dignity as she realized for the first time what her body was truly for, and who it belonged to. He moved in more, and she wanted to scream, but she held it in.

You don't need to contain yourself, he said soothingly.

She took that as her permission, as she gratefully cried aloud, moaning with pleasure, and passionate anguish.

She could see his sympathetic eyes on her, so gentle, always there for her. So welcoming and reassuring.

Then all of a sudden, there was a knock at the door. They both froze. Not here! Not now!

said the voice of Professor Dumbledore.

he whispered, quickly pulling away from her. Quick, go behind the bed and get dressed. Go!

He took out his wand and lifted the soundproof charm before he called, Just give me a moment, Albus, I'll get the door!

He pulled on his robes incredibly quick, and looked over to her to see if she was dressed. She was pulling her robes over her head, so he decided it was safe to get the door.

Good evening, Albus. Come in, he said as he pulled the door open for him. Juliette was cramped under his bed, praying she won't be seen.

What brings you here? he continued as Professor Dumbledore walked in, smiling graciously.

I was told by a student that Juliette came down here with you, Dumbledore said. I have something to tell her, and I was hoping to find her here.Ah.... I see. Well....

All of a sudden, Professor McGonagall entered. Did you find her Albus? she said, her voice very, very soft and almost a little anxious.

I don't know. Severus, is she here? I don't see her, do you know where she went?I...... Well.... Juliette said, popping out from under the bed. Here's where my..... she looked down, and spied a book on the ground beside the bed. Book! Here's where my book got to! Dumbledore said, a sober look on his face. One she had never seen before. What was your book doing in here?Uh.... Good question. Well, I was... Er, and see, it was just.... I forgot.... She looked at Snape for any ideas, but he just shrugged tensely, looking very nervous. Professor Dumbledore was looking down at her, not sternly, but perhaps she would feel better if he was. She looked at McGonagall, her eyes wide and pleading. She looked back at her quizzically.

Severus, is there a reason her book is in your room? Dumbledore asked, his eyes now on him.

Juliette seized this opportunity to try to get Professor McGonagall to understand, hoping she would understand. We're together,' she mouthed to her. Professor McGonagall still looked uncertain to what she was saying. We're together,' she mouthed again. This time her eyes widened and she took a second before she nodded, and turned to Professor Dumbledore.

Oh, I think I know what's going on here, she said, taking the book from Juliette. Isn't this the book you wanted to borrow from me, Juliette? Well, I told her I didn't have it, but Professor Snape might. She obviously came here to get it from him....And I had misplaced it, Snape cut it. And I told her to feel free to look for it. That's what she was doing when you came. Now, you had something to tell Juliette?

Juliette let out a huge sigh of relief, and she saw Professor Snape do the same.

Yes, I did. Severus, you may want to hear as well. He looked around the room. We may want to sit down. This may be shocking.

She nodded, and was nervous. Whatever she was about to hear, it certainly wasn't good news.

They all took a seat in front of the fire, and Professor Dumbledore looked her right in the eye as he spoke to her in what was almost a whisper.

Well, we got a call from the Ministry of Magic, and a muggle was killed by your mother.

She nodded. That wasn't suprising, she was a Death Eater. They killed people, she knew that.

he continued. A whole muggle family saw it happen. It was a mess. Children were sobbing, memories all cleared..... A terrible mess.

She nodded, still not seeing any shock value.

But he obviously wasn't finished. Do you have any idea who the muggle she killed was? he asked suddenly.

She was suprised at the question, and shook her head.

Well, we know, of course. I don't know how you'll react to this: The muggle she killed was your father.

Her ears started ringing, and her vision was blurred. She rubbed her eyes, and looked up at him, the around at everyone else. My father?Yes. I know you didn't like him.....My father! her face grew warm, and everything blurred once more. It was too much. She didn't know what to make of that. If someone you love dies, you cry and despair. If someone you hate dies, you feel sorry for whoever loved them. When someone you love just for the simple fact that they're your father, but you hate them for the way they act, how do you react? She didn't know. Her heart just seemed to sit there. It didn't drop with relinquish, but it didn't leap for joy either. It just sat. She couldn't think. She knew Professor Dumbledore was trying to tell her something, but the ringing in her ears was too loud to hear anything else. She felt emotionless. It was worse than depression. It was the worst feeling she ever had. All of a sudden, she felt a hand on her shoulder. A familiar one, that brought her back to earth. The ringing slowly died, and she could see clearly. She was finally aware of her reaction. All she did was sit there, her lips sealed tightly shut with a few stray tears down her checks, and her eyes glazed, as if in a trance. She shook her head to wake up, and looked around once more.

He's dead? My mother killed him? Really? she said in a slight monotone.

She did, said Dumbledore. And we fear she may also be after you too. You see, your mother is becoming a more powerful Death Eater, a more loyal servant to Voldemort. And we think she may be afraid of someone finding out about her muggle husband and her halfblood daughter. Either that, or she killed him for the sake of killing. Either way, you're in danger, Juliette.Well, she won't get me, Juliette said, her voice cracking a bit. Not ever! I'll kill her! You hear me, she's going to DIE!!!!!

There was a very long pause. Then, Professor McGonagall stood up slowly.

I'm afraid we may have some more bad news for you, Morris, she said softly. Because of Professor Snape's past association with the Death Eaters, and his position as a spy for Albus (You may not have known that about him, Morris), letting you stay with him may put him in danger as well, and being a spy is already putting himself at risk any more. If anyone found out you were living with him, it would be disastrous for you both.WHAT! No, please, I know I'll be safe if....No buts, Morris, she said sharply, but she looked very sympathetic. I'm very sorry, she said, much more gently.

Really, Albus, Snape said. I don't feel as though I am at any risk with her in my care. I am a spy, I am able to keep secrets. No one will ever find out...I'm sorry, Dumbledore interrupted, in a dead whisper. I am truly sorry. For a moment it looked as though he was going to weep, but he didn't. But it was the saddest expression Snape had ever seen on anyone. I know of a kind family that is willing to take you in, Dumbledore said to Juliette. They'll be at the station to pick you up tomorrow.

Juliette nodded, not really caring enough to ask for details.

Well, I think it's about time I take my leave, Dumbledore said finally. I'll see you all in the morning.

And with that, he was swiftly out the door. That left just Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and Juliette. The second the door closed behind Dumbledore, Juliette got up and ran into Snape's arms, sobbing. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, silent tears falling as he looked at the sad young woman in his arms, the one he loved.

Professor McGonagall just stood off to the side, marveling at the sight in front of her. She had never seen passion like this before, and in such times. She no longer would question anyone's love for Severus Snape. She now saw the side of him that Juliette did. The side that only Juliette could bring out.

Juliette pulled away, and looked at Professor McGonagall, almost as if daring her to tell her their relationship was unacceptable, but she just stood their.

You're not going to tell him, are you? asked Juliette, referring to Dumbledore.

No, I'm not, she said, lifting her square spectacles.

Juliette smiled graciously. Snape took the opportunity to plant a light kiss on Juliette's lips.

Well, I'm going to bed as well, Professor McGonagall said. I'll see you both tomorrow. And she walked slowly to the door, but giving them one last look, as if warning them not to do anything stupid, then left.

They heard her footsteps growing fainter and fainter. Juliette was about to say something, but Snape cut her off, pulling her against him with raw passion. She felt his cold tears on her hot face, and began to tremble. She knew this was be their last nightly meeting.

They didn't speak for a long time. He just continued to kiss her, and she embraced him, sobbing into his chest. When she finally spoke, it was shaky, and she could barely get the words out without a tearful hiccup.

Do you.... Do you think we'll.... see each other again?

He laughed an uneasy laugh. We will, he said. This will all pass, I know it will. We'll be together, even if my colleagues forbid it. Even if I am in danger with you, or if you are with me.

She smiled, feeling comfort within her once more. I want to stay the night, she whimpered softly.

You need to sleep, he said regretfully.

I just want to stay with you, she whispered. We won't do anything. I just want to be here.

He smiled, and nodded. Yes, you're welcome to stay.

She beamed, and was about to thank him, but her words were cut off with a loud yawn.

Let's just get to sleep, he said, walking towards the bed.

He laid down and waited for Juliette. She crawled in beside him, putting her arms around him, her head against him, and pulled the covers up around her body. She breathed in the atmosphere, keeping it locked away inside her, burned in her memory. She let her mind wander as she slowly drifted into a comforting sleep, feeling safe within the walls of Hogwarts for the last time. Safe within his arms.

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