A/n: This has turned pretty dang angsty right here. Wow. Really angsty. Seriously. I cried when I wrote this. But ok. I'm working with my Snape muse, and he says that he wants it angsty. And whatever Snapey wants, Snapey gets.

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Snape opened the door to see Granger standing there, looking angry, looking tired, looking fed up.. looking beautiful.. and holding his robe.

Frowning at her, he moved to the side and motioned for her to come in.

"No, here, just take your robe." She threw it at him. "Do you mind if I have some hangover relief potion?" She added, rubbing her forehead.

"No. You can't." He went to close the door.

"What? No way, you have to give me that potion. My head feels like it's burning from the inside out!" She stepped through the door and walked past him towards his cupboards.

"Drinking doesn't take away the pain, Hermione." Snape said, walking to the other side of the room and sitting down.

"I know drinking doesn't take away the pain, HANGOVER relief takes away the pain. Where the hell is it?" She pushed a few vials to the side and one fell, smashing on the ground.

He rolled his eyes as the potion spread out all over the floor and burnt into the concrete.

"Argh. What was that?" She looked down, and saw as it burnt through the leg of her pants.

"That's just a potion that burns everything except human skin.. But you won't find the handover relief potion in there." Snape watched her, slightly amused, as she growled and stalked to the next cupboard over, which was actually where he kept all his spare empty books and quills.

When she saw this, she turned and looked at Snape.

"What do you want? I'll do whatever you want for the potion." She hissed.

"Anything?" He smiled lecherously.

"Don't Snape. Just don't. Give me the potion, or I'm going to Minerva and telling her you're refusing me medical care when I need it." She put her hands on her hips and gave him her very best I'm-not-bluffing look.

He sighed, stood and walked over to her, pulling a vial out of his pocket and handing it to her.

She took it and downed it in one go, making a disgusted face as the taste filled her mouth.

She moved to leave, but Snape stood in front of her.

She glared at him, took a step to the other side, but he followed.

She was trapped in a corner.

That made her nervous.

"What are you doing, Snape?" She whispered, and cringed at the fear that crept into her voice.

He noticed, and stepped back, but still kept her in the corner.

"I suppose I'm the last person to talk to. But.. I do know how hard certain things are. And I am much older than you, and I know that drinking all night and passing out to escape the dreams is not the right way to do it." He whispered.

She felt the tears coming back again. She had to get out.

She made a move for the door, but he stopped her.

"The dreams come when you sleep anyway. That's why you wake up with bruises all over your arms," he pushed her sleeves up to show her, "You thrash around in your sleep, hitting everything, anything.. It's not the right thing to do, you're hurting yourself.." He tried to pour his concern into what he was saying, but she just stared off into the distance.

"I blame you." She finally said.

"What?" He let go of her arm.

"If you hadn't saved me. I'd be dead. I'd be with Ron. I'd be with my parents. Hey, if we knew where Harry was, maybe he's dead too and I'd be with him. But no. I'm stuck here with YOU. YOU are the only person in the world that I have now. And I hate you." She burst into tears.

"I hate you so much that I want to come in here and crawl into bed with you and cry. I want you to hold me like Harry or Ron would have. I want to feel like I don't have to sleep with my back to a wall, or with the lights on, because the dreams are so vivid that when I wake up, I can still see them.

"I blame you for being alive. I blame you for this pain that never stops!" She screamed the last part at him and pushed the heels of her hands into her eyes.

"Oh god. Stop crying. Stop crying you ungrateful fool.." She chanted to herself.

Snape watched her as she screamed, as she blamed him for her pain.

He knew she hated to be alive. But in truth, she was all HE had now. All his death eater 'friends' were dead. Albus was gone. Remus was gone. Minerva was still alive, but acting headmistress took so much time away, she was hardly even there.

He slowly put his hand on her shoulder and with his fingertips, nudged her towards him. She stumbled towards him and he pulled her into his arms. Wrapping himself around her, they sat on the floor as she sobbed into his shoulder.