A/N: Read. Comment. Enjoy.

-TWIW-

The semi-permanent charm must have wore off during the night. But that still didn't explain why Hermione was looking into the eyes of her former professor. Snape couldn't be Sebastian….could he? He shifted back and Hermione was reminded that he currently had his cock inside her. The moan the movement produced was reflexive and embarrassing. "Sorry," she replied softly.

"Don't apologize," his voice was gruffer than when he was Sebastian. "It…..felt good to me too."

He slid out of her and Hermione felt the loss acutely. Together they sat in the luxury bed, for the first time covering up their nakedness. Both were trying to come to grips with what this realization meant. A lot of things had passed between Sebastian and Helena that in light of what they knew now, neither could guess what the other party wanted. Hermione knew that she would miss Sebastian fiercely. But she also knew that she would never be whatever Helena was to Snape. "I will pay you back for my part of the trip of course."

Severus frowned, "That won't be necessary Madame Granger. It was my idea to come here."

Hermione clutched at her chest wondering if it was physically possible for her heart to be tearing in half in this moment. "So….so I guess this is goodbye?"

Severus refused to look at her, lest she witness the wetness of his eyes. "How can it be anything else?"

-TWIW-

"What's with this letter saying you can't make it to dinner?" Harry's voice rang through her chambers making Hermione regret giving him the password.

"Go away," she moaned. Her head ached from crying so much. Not that this stopped the tears from falling.

Harry frowned. He entered her bedroom praying she was decent when his green eyes took in Hermione curled up on her bed. Her face was flush and wet with tears. "What's wrong ''mione? Did something happen in Greece?"

"Snape."

"What does he have to do with anything?"

Hermione sat up and trained her red, puffy eyes on her best friend. "He's Sebastian. Severus Snape is Sebastian. This whole time I've been in love with Severus fucking Snape."

Harry gulped hard. In love? "How did you find out his true identity?"

"Our glamours…..wore off in the night," Hermione answered. She covered her face with her hands, "God Harry it was so humiliating….."

"He didn't yell at you did he?" Harry pressed feeling his body stir with anger on her behalf.

"No. Worse. He never looked at me," she whispered and Harry knew instinctively that she was reliving the moment. "We packed our bags. Checked out of our hotel. And took separate portkeys home. And in all that time he never once looked at me."

Harry ran his fingers through his hair, not for the first time feeling inept in her presence. "How is that worse than him yelling at you?"

"Because at least he would be acknowledging my presence. Because then I would know exactly how he felt. Because then I could possibly move on…." she bit back a sob, "But he didn't want to see me. Me. He didn't want Hermione Granger."

Harry pulled her into his arms and encouraged his sister to let it all out.

-TWIW-

"I am a dunderhead of gargantuan proportions," Severus remarked into his fifth glass of fire whiskey.

Draco frowned, "I wouldn't say gargantuan…."

"I felt myself falling for her and yet I did nothing to stop it. Nothing. I had even begun to hope…." The dour Potions Master took a swig from his glass.

"I still can't believe Helena is Granger," Draco admitted. "The infamous Woman in White. She seemed like some type of succubus, but knowing that it's Hermione puts me at ease."

Severus regarded his godson with a venomous glare, "What in the bloody fuck are you getting at Draco?"

Unperturbed by his Uncle's language he sat down the drink he'd been nursing the entire night. "What I'm saying is that you are lucky that it's Hermione. Any other witch would probably figuring out how she could benefit from learning your true identity. You say she offered to pay for her half?"

"Yes," he spat, "As if I'm petty enough to demand such a thing. I thought that she would at least…...talk about our new situation, but she made it clear she had no such inclination."

Draco pursed his lips as he considered this information, comparing it with the Hermione he had come to know in the past few years. Something about the entire exchange didn't seem right to him making him wonder if his Uncle's earlier statement was actually true.

-TWIW-

Hermione somehow made it through the rest of winter break without falling apart. The arrival of the students brought work and distraction. But it did nothing to soothe her aching heart. She found herself pouring endlessly over her memories wondering if there had been any clue. Or hint. And in hindsight there were. But in truth she was just reminiscing.

She really had a great time with Sebastian.

Unbidden, a single tear fell down her cheek which she wiped hastily. She needed to get over him. It wasn't like Severus Snape was shedding any tears over her. He wanted Helena and he wanted her separately. Hermione on the other hand realized how easy it had been to juxtapose Severus with Sebastian, after getting over the initial shock of course. Because regardless of how very different he seemed….there were a lot of things that had been similar. And somehow knowing that he was Severus put her at ease. It solidified that she was a good judge of character. Because both of them, Sebastian and Severus had been good men.

The sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts and Hermione grabbed her clipboard expecting a student, probably one that had stuffed themselves too much. That tended to happen when students first came back. But one look at the neatly styled platinum blonde hair made her frown. "Can I help you with something Professor Malfoy?"

Draco's lips tugged downward. "Please I just want to ask a few questions…"

Hermione worried her lip. Could a few questions hurt that much? She sighed sensing this wouldn't be an easy conversation, "Ask away."

"Was it just sex?"

"At first. But my feelings evolved early on."

"Did you….love him?"

Hermione tensed, "I loved Sebastian. I still do."

"And what about Severus?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes, "Why are you asking me this?"

"Just answer please."

Hermione took a deep breath as she thought about her answer and what it could mean. "I…..don't know. To say that I love Severus is not the full truth. I love Sebastian. Sebastian is all I know. But if the man behind the glamour is anything like the man I knew, then it is safe to say that I love that man as well."

She trained her dark honey eyes on her pureblood companion. Hermione had no idea if Draco had come under his own influence or that of his godfather. She didn't put it past the Slytherin to want to satisfy his own curiosity, but a part of her hoped Severus cared enough to want to know how she felt.