Dislcaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter it would have sucked and made no money. So yeah, don't sue or anything because I have no money.
Before you read further: This begins at the graduation and follows Snapes thoughts through what I had previously wrote. Also, should I end the story here? Review with your answer please.
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She gave a speech at graduation. It touched a variety of subjects: life, war, college, friends, families and lost chances. It was funny how she looked toward you when she said the last thought.
You remember the moment this "thing" began. October 14 she stood inside the frame of your door, leaning against it. Arms wrapped tightly around her body, head resting gently on the hard wood. You felt her presence long before she realized yours.
It surprised you when she didn't run away as soon as she noticed you. You doubt she could have though; she looked so tired, so defeated.
Voldemort was still very much alive at this point and gaining more power every day. She, Potter, and Weasley had been training everyday after classes to prepare for the final battle. You wondered how they lasted this long.
You don't exactly know why she came to your classroom that day. There were plenty of people who she could have turned to. But she came to you.
The ass hole in you didn't yet realize what your heart was telling you. "Miss Granger are you going to block my doorway for much longer?" You made her sound like a burden
She looked surprised at the sudden sound. She surveyed the room before allowing her eyes to rest on you. You thought she was going to run away.
She didn't.
To your surprise she entered the room, walking slowly, and sat at her usual desk. She extended a shaking hand, running it along the wood she sighed. "Tell me it will all be worth it in the end."
You're confused, "Of course it will be worth it you silly girl." You shouldn't have said this, you realize this afterwards. She wasn't a girl any more than you were a boy.
Thankfully, she continued as if she hadn't heard you, "Tell me all the lives of our loved ones will be worth it. Tell me all the lies and deceit were needed." She paused and raised haunted eyes to meet yours, "Tell me the lose of our innocence is worth killing him."
You've recovered by now and you heart's breaking for her. She knows you are a spy of course, but if that's what she was referring to when she said the lie, you don't know.
You never find out.
The ass in you rears it's head once more, "How very Un-Gryffindor of you Miss Granger."
She does leave this time. Surprisingly it hurts. That's never a good sign.
Days later the battle comes. You try to look after her during the battle, begging the Gods will allow her to survive so you can explain yourself.
After the battle she did survive, but you never told her anything. If possible you became even more of an ass toward her and she never did come to your door again.
You can't help but wonder how it might have been if you had called her Hermione just once.
You are now wandering around the ceremony. You notice her with her lover, Neville, and body guards, Potter and Weasley. You glare. When he touches her you wish his dead. No. You wish him dismembered slowly.
He does not deserve her. He's stupid and has no future. Of course, you admit, you don't deserve her either.
She's leaving after the party is over. Of course she's leaving, schools over you fool! It's too late.
You walk up to her anyways, hoping she'll the the one who says something. She doesn't say anything, just nods at your congratulations.
You can tell something's wrong. You see a familiar look in her eyes, fear. Fear for what, you don't know. You want to tell her everything will be allright. That she can stay if she wants to. That you think you could love her. That you do love her.
You ask if she's all right but she can't seem to formulate a proper response to your question. You get annoyed as she stutters, at yourself mostly for waiting too long.
So, instead of being the bigger person you walk away.
Suddenly she grabs you and hugs you tightly. You stiffen momentarily, but soon relax and hug her fiercely.
You think she's staying. You think she loves you. You think, "Goodbye Professor."
You stop thinking.
She's really leaving. You can tell she doesn't want to, but she is.
Now it's too late to call her Hermione.
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A/N: Sorry it took me so long to write this. I meant to write it sooner, but I never got the idea until 5 this morning. So what'd you think? Was it horrible? Is this the end? *shrugs* could be, if you want a happy ending review and tell me so and I'll write one.
Before you read further: This begins at the graduation and follows Snapes thoughts through what I had previously wrote. Also, should I end the story here? Review with your answer please.
~*~
She gave a speech at graduation. It touched a variety of subjects: life, war, college, friends, families and lost chances. It was funny how she looked toward you when she said the last thought.
You remember the moment this "thing" began. October 14 she stood inside the frame of your door, leaning against it. Arms wrapped tightly around her body, head resting gently on the hard wood. You felt her presence long before she realized yours.
It surprised you when she didn't run away as soon as she noticed you. You doubt she could have though; she looked so tired, so defeated.
Voldemort was still very much alive at this point and gaining more power every day. She, Potter, and Weasley had been training everyday after classes to prepare for the final battle. You wondered how they lasted this long.
You don't exactly know why she came to your classroom that day. There were plenty of people who she could have turned to. But she came to you.
The ass hole in you didn't yet realize what your heart was telling you. "Miss Granger are you going to block my doorway for much longer?" You made her sound like a burden
She looked surprised at the sudden sound. She surveyed the room before allowing her eyes to rest on you. You thought she was going to run away.
She didn't.
To your surprise she entered the room, walking slowly, and sat at her usual desk. She extended a shaking hand, running it along the wood she sighed. "Tell me it will all be worth it in the end."
You're confused, "Of course it will be worth it you silly girl." You shouldn't have said this, you realize this afterwards. She wasn't a girl any more than you were a boy.
Thankfully, she continued as if she hadn't heard you, "Tell me all the lives of our loved ones will be worth it. Tell me all the lies and deceit were needed." She paused and raised haunted eyes to meet yours, "Tell me the lose of our innocence is worth killing him."
You've recovered by now and you heart's breaking for her. She knows you are a spy of course, but if that's what she was referring to when she said the lie, you don't know.
You never find out.
The ass in you rears it's head once more, "How very Un-Gryffindor of you Miss Granger."
She does leave this time. Surprisingly it hurts. That's never a good sign.
Days later the battle comes. You try to look after her during the battle, begging the Gods will allow her to survive so you can explain yourself.
After the battle she did survive, but you never told her anything. If possible you became even more of an ass toward her and she never did come to your door again.
You can't help but wonder how it might have been if you had called her Hermione just once.
You are now wandering around the ceremony. You notice her with her lover, Neville, and body guards, Potter and Weasley. You glare. When he touches her you wish his dead. No. You wish him dismembered slowly.
He does not deserve her. He's stupid and has no future. Of course, you admit, you don't deserve her either.
She's leaving after the party is over. Of course she's leaving, schools over you fool! It's too late.
You walk up to her anyways, hoping she'll the the one who says something. She doesn't say anything, just nods at your congratulations.
You can tell something's wrong. You see a familiar look in her eyes, fear. Fear for what, you don't know. You want to tell her everything will be allright. That she can stay if she wants to. That you think you could love her. That you do love her.
You ask if she's all right but she can't seem to formulate a proper response to your question. You get annoyed as she stutters, at yourself mostly for waiting too long.
So, instead of being the bigger person you walk away.
Suddenly she grabs you and hugs you tightly. You stiffen momentarily, but soon relax and hug her fiercely.
You think she's staying. You think she loves you. You think, "Goodbye Professor."
You stop thinking.
She's really leaving. You can tell she doesn't want to, but she is.
Now it's too late to call her Hermione.
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A/N: Sorry it took me so long to write this. I meant to write it sooner, but I never got the idea until 5 this morning. So what'd you think? Was it horrible? Is this the end? *shrugs* could be, if you want a happy ending review and tell me so and I'll write one.