Author note: yeah long time coming i know.. hehe.. Anywho...this is short. I sat for a few minutes trying to think of a way to extend it and I couldn't come up with anything. Please forgive me.

Hermione entered the potions classroom. The students knew better than to turn their attentions away from their cauldrons, but her voice startled them.

"Professor Snape, may I have a word with you when this class is finished?"

As soon as she said it, the bell rang.

"Stopper a vial and bring it to my desk before you leave. I will take care of your cauldrons."

Everyone froze, including Hermione who was approaching his desk.

"NOW!"

The teenagers scurried about, delivering their samples and rushing for the door.

"Well, that was certainly kind of you," she said. "In a very weird way, of course."

"What can I do for you?"

She bit her lip and studied the chair beside her. It was the same desk she sat at during his classes. She touched it with the tip of her fingers. She could see all the daydreams rushing back to her like a muggle video.

There were the times when she would almost beg for him take his smock off and roll up his sleeves. She didn't know he was a death eater then. There were those times when she could see his dark eyes roam the classroom and wish they raked over her more often. There were the memories of things that they did in that room after they made sure their relationship was secure.

Her eyes lifted slightly and she saw where Ron carved his initials beside hers, with Harry's a little to the right so it wouldn't look too obvious.

"Hermione…"

"Ron kissed me."

Severus' eyes lifted from the parchment in his hands. She looked determinedly into them. She knew he wasn't to into her mind without warning, so she trusted he wouldn't. But at the same time, she had promised him to be truthful about everything. So she said it.

"I kissed him back."

His eyes lowered. Then his head. Then his shoulders. He slowly stood up, turned his back to her, and began walking to his chambers only to stop in the doorway when she began speaking again.

"I just wanted to know what it felt like to be the object of someone's passion again. But…"

His head turned to the side profiling this eyes which were searching for some shred of hope in her next words. "But?"

"But I didn't feel anything. Not like I feel when I'm with you. When I was with you. What happened to that, Severus? What changed?"

He continued to face the wall as he answered. "We both matured. Somewhere along the last two years, our subconscious minds realized the truth. We are too different."

"Bollocks!"

Severus turned to face her. Her eyes were enraged, her fury evident by the colour on her cheeks. "Oh? And to what unfortunate event do you give the credit for our current situation?"

"You stopped loving me."

"Did I ever say that to you?"

Hermione sighed as she took a step closer to his desk. "You didn't have to. You see me as some immature, inexperienced tart that you managed to wrangle and now that I'm here, you go and play cat and mouse with me. Well let me tell you something, Severus Snape, the cat gets the mouse more often than not. And when you least expect it, I will be hiding in the ranks, ready to pounce. When I do, my claws will sink so far into your flesh, you'll be wishing you were under the Cruciatus. I will take your heart. I will squeeze it, bleed it dry. Your entire body will ache from lack of oxygen and you will beg me for the sweet mercy of my love. But it will be too late. You have one chance to prove to me that this isn't some game to you. Only one."

His hand reached to his left and took hold of the shelves beside him. With one forceful movement, he pushed the shelves over. The noise of the glass and books tumbling and shattering to the floor was deafening. "DO NOT GIVE ME ULTIMATUMS, GIRL!"

"I am not a girl!"

"This foolishness stands testimony to the contrary."

She placed her hands on her hips and interrupted. "And this mess wasn't some kind of temper tantrum?"

He glared at her. "Did you ever once think that I've been waiting for you to become experienced? To become mature? Only the ripest of fruits are sweet enough to eat, my dear. You're in constant need of attention, you incessantly interrupt adult conversations, and you still act like a spoiled little brat throwing a fit. And to top it off, my sweet scarlet woman," he said with a sneer, "you act without thinking about the consequences. I hope you and Weasley have many years of destitution and more children than that which fills Hogwarts."

Hermione stood there completely perplexed. Severus walked to her, close enough to kiss her. "Not the answer you were hoping for? How about this? There's the door. Open it, turn right at the end of the hall, take a few flights of steps, and go out the large doors. When you're outside the gates, Apparate straight to hell. Goodbye, Miss Granger."

He turned, entered his room giving her one more glaring snarl, and slammed the door between them.

author note: hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe!