Don't Speak 2

A/N: No song this time, I decided against it.

Severus POV

I had regretted the break up since day one. I know my reason was completely self-centred and idiotic but I did it anyways. I have lost count of how mant nights I've not slept, and how many meals I couldn't eat because I was so disgusted with myself for losing her.

Oh, when I think of why I let her go, I'm ready to Avadra Kedavra myself. I clearly remember that day six months ago, when I brought her to my chambers. "Hermione, we can't see each other anymore." I didn't offer her an explanation, I simply watched her expression turn from shock, to anger, to sorrow. "OK" she whispered, barely audible. Then she was gone.

The truth is, I had let her go because I knew what people were saying about us. As madly, insanely in love with her as I was, I was horrified at the idea of my students knowing that the cruel Potions Master could be reduced to smiles, loving words, and kisses by a beautiful woman, younger than some of the students at Hogwarts, even. And there was the public. By the time we were ready to do the PDA thing, people were saying I had been sleeping with her while she was still a student which is needless to say, illegal and also untrue. We waited until she was the legal age before we did anything. My reputation was being ruined by the one thing that had ever made me happy. It was a difficult choice, and thinking about it had haunted me for weeks, but I decided that I could not let a silly little relationship ruin everything I had worked to achieve.

It had been six months since I last saw her. Six lonely, agony filled months. And then there was...that day. It was the end of August, and school was about to start so I popped over to Diagon Alley for some supplies (books, potions, quills and the like). As I was entering Flourish and Bott's I thought I saw a glimpse of chocolate colored ringlets disappearing into the crowd. It would have been far from the first time I thoughtwished maybethat I saw her. I continued on with my business in the store, until the sound of two crashing bodies near the door drew my attention. What I saw was enough to make me forget to breathe.

There she was, goddess on Earth, helping some young boy pick up his shopping parcels. 'So sweet of her, to help that boy,' I thought to myself, unconciously edging closer to her. Suddenly, I smelled something that put my senses into overdrive. It was her perfume, a mix of lillies of the valley and vanillla. I remember how many times I had held her in my arms, breathing in that scent. And then she stood up...

I really had not remarked how close I was behind her, until her nose was against my chest when she stood up. I wanted so badly to get down on my knees and beg for her to take me back, to love me again, but how weak was that? So instead I went with the second thing that came to my head. "Excuse me. You are in my way." I used my coldest tone, the one usually reserved for idiot Gryffindors. She was far, far away from being an idiot.

"Forgive me Severus, some of us have the manners to help others we may have hurt." She comes back with a tone equally cold to mine, her words also having a double meaning.

As I looked down at her, with those hazel eyes that were burning with angerhatred?towards me, her chest heaving with the deep, angry breaths she was taking, I knew I could not let us end. It would be a crime against us both, splitting up over some silly idea that ran through my head. I mentally kicked myself for that again.

"Hermione, don't be like this.Why don't we get some tea or the like, my treat?" I decided to try a new tactic, sweep any bad sentiments under the rug. But I was fairly certain, with the way she looked, she would try to kill me before going out with me.

She replies, suddenly all smiles and happiness, "Sure. Sounds great." My heart leaps, this is when I can tell her how stupid and sorry I am, and how much I still love her.

We spent a little time with the formalities, "So how have things been going?"

"I got the Medi-Witch job at St. Mungos." and that kind of talk. I looked at her sitting across from me, runnning her finger around the rim of her tea cup. She looked even more beautiful after six months, and it was all I could do not to throw myself at her. Instead, I settled for touching my foot against hers. If she pulled back, I would do nothing and act like it was an accident. But if she didn't...

And she didn't. Which is how we came to find ourselves back in my chambers. We wasted no time in begin our firey hot kisses. Oh, Merlin, how wonderful those lips were against my own. I tried to pour out every feeling of regret into that kiss, knowing full well I still owed her a proper apology, but we could do that later.

That night was the best sex I have ever had, and probably will ever have. She was always amazing in bed, and after six whole months without having her, she was all the more perfect. Her body, her kisses, her maneuvers, watching her chest rise and fall as she slept. I had no idea how much I had missed her until I finally had her again. And this time I wouldn't let her go. That was my last thought as I drifted off to sleep, with my angel, my Hermione in my arms.

We slept late the next morning, or rather, I did. I awoke, ready to pour out my heart to her, praying she would take me back, that we could start over and be the perfect couple we knew we were. I rolled over in the bed, hoping she was still asleep so I could watch her like that. But no...she wasn't even there. I leaped from my spot, blindly checking every room in my chamber, the small sitting room, the bathroom, and the tiny dining area. No Hermione. I then returned to my room, her clothes were gone. And so was she.

A/N: There we go. Not such a happy fic this time...but please tell me what you think. Wow, it really felt rotten to leave them this way. By the way, if anyone finds a grammar/spelling error please forgive me, I don't have a beta. And being 14, I don't have all the writing experience most of you have here.