Thanks to evil-mastermind666, fuzzywuzzywuzza, KellyRoxton, MistressxBelladonna, BedtimeStory, and Because-I-Got-High for their reviews.

fuzzywuzzywuzza- I'm flattered you think this is good enough for Ashwinder, but as I'm only 15, I'm not supposed to even have an account on the site. I'll think about it and maybe I'll have a friend post it for me or something.

I'm also just about to change the end of chapter 13 so it's consistent. Fuzzywuzzywuzza pointed out that it would change the point of view if I kept that the same. No one has to go back and read it, as Hermione is now only going to imagine that's what Snape did.

Disclaimer: Don't own it, not claiming to.

"Well, well, Granger. Finally decided to appear again?"

I glanced at Snape as I stood up from the fireplace.

"Why are you here?" I asked bluntly. "Shouldn't you be at Hogwarts or something?"

He scowled at me from his seat in one of the chairs. I noticed it was the same place he sat in the other night, when I told him about Nick. I felt my stomach clench.

"There are a lot of people who are worried about you," he said after a minute or so.

"Does that include you?"

"No."

"Then why bother telling me?"

I knew I was irritating him. I knew I was taking my confusion out on him and he didn't deserve it. Then I thought of all the times he had been mean to me over the years and realized he did deserve it because he's a bloody git.

"You're out of line," he told me.

I shrugged and finally took a seat in the chair nearest me. I leaned it back on two legs and looked at him crossly. He glared back.

"You need to get over it, Granger. The world doesn't revolve around you and you don't always need to be on your little pedestal."

"I don't want to be on a pedestal. I just want…" I trailed off, wondering, again, what is it that I really wanted?

"Go on, this conversation is highly interesting," Snape said sarcastically.

"I want things to go back to normal. I don't want people to put so much pressure on me. I want to be able to stop thinking. I want to be able to care about the things I used to care about, even if they're not as important as other things. I want to have someone who doesn't care about me enough to treat me as if I'm the idiot I really am. I want someone to handle everything for me because I'm too screwed up to do it myself. I want to sleep without having nightmares. I want to sleep period. I want to throw up."

"That's all well and good, but you don't always get what you want."

I looked at him, and I mean really looked at him. I was tempted to tell him he would be the one to know, seeing what kind of position he was in. I could've been nasty and asked him if he had wanted to be a Death Eater in the first place, if he wanted to be partly to blame for the deaths of Harry's parents. I could've said any number of things that would make him want to kill me, ranging from did he want to be such a greasy git to did he want to kiss the hems of Voldemort's robes.

"What do you want?" I asked instead.

"That, Miss Granger, is none of your concern," he told me, getting to his feet. I stood as well and met his eyes.

"If you plan on throwing up, please do so quietly."

I laughed. It really wasn't very funny, when I think about it, but I just felt I had to laugh. Maybe it was because I hadn't in so long, or maybe it was just his expression. I found it didn't really matter as I stood there, laughing in front of Severus Snape, with him standing there staring at me with an expression of disdain.

A/N: Concrit is, as always, welcome!