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Okay, okay, don't shoot me please! I've been busy with high school and freaking finals are coming up!
Omg, I just read this whole thing over again and I can't believe how many spelling errors and junk I screwed up in the beginning. I'll try to clear up everything I can by the end of this.
New Summary: "Go to her, my boy," Albus said, walking away, "she wouldn't have come back if she didn't love you, Severus." SSHG
Thanks to gooseflesh! Thanks for putting up with me too.
A Teenaged Snape?
Severus had never noticed how quiet it was in Hogwarts during Winter Break. He sighed as he walked out of the Great Hall after breakfast up toward the Astronomy tower. This whole week since Hermione had left, he had been feeling down. Off on her little excursion with her stupid, perfect boyfriend, Eric. The former Professor felt like his old self again, bitter and cold.
'So this is it?' Severus thought as he sat outside on the bench located on the balcony. It was snowing lightly but he could care less. He had lost Charlotte and now he was lusting after Hermione, someone he could never hope to have. Pathetic, really; lusting after a student?
The old cold-hearted Professor Severus Snape would never think of such a thing. But he wasn't his old self. To be honest, Severus believed he had actually changed. However, he was still unsure if this was for the better. If he was able to go back and be his old self, would he have to go back to being a sarcastic bastard, the bat of the dungeons?
If he did go back, he could forget about Hermione. She could never possibly love her Potions Professor, a man twenty years her senior. In the back of his mind though, he had to admit he was holding onto thin strands of hope that she might actually love him.
Maybe there was hope. Hermione was not so shallow of a person to base a relationship on looks. Then again, a couple had to be somewhat attracted to each other. Who could love him? Pallid, greasy-looking, hawk-nose, cynical, the list honestly could have gone on. And God she was beautiful. Perfect in everyway. Vibrant bright eyes he loved for they showed her thirst for knowledge, luscious lips he wish he could capture with his owns, cheeks he wished he could press against his own, hair he wished he could bury his nose in.
There was no denying it, he was in love. And the worse thing was that it was that sappy kind of love where you couldn't think couldn't sleep, couldn't breathe. Why couldn't he have seen it before? He would have avoided Charlotte and gotten Eric away from her. Could have changed everything. Could have made her see past looks and love him for who he was. It was too late and Severus had to store it in his mind along with all his other past regrets.
It was pretty sad that even though he was given a chance to start a new life over again, he managed to screw it up in less than six months. Maybe it hadn't been Black and Potter's fault for his crappy life back then. Maybe it had to do with him all along. This whole ordeal just made it clearer than before.
Severus sighed as he got up and made his way back to his towards...well he actually had no idea where he was going. After a few minutes of wandering through Hogwarts, Severus had found himself at the Main Gate of Hogwarts. He found himself wanting to apparate anywhere, just anywhere. But before he could decide where, he heard the soft footsteps of someone coming towards him. He turned to find Albus walking towards him.
"Rather quiet, isn't it?" Albus said, as he joined Severus. The younger wizard nodded as they both watched the snow fall. Albus looked over at him after a moment. "Severus, tell me truth, you weren't thinking of leaving were you?"
Severus looked back at him and after much deliberation, he nodded disgracefully. He couldn't look the Headmaster in the eye right now.
"I know this hasn't been easy, my boy," Albus said, placing his hand on Severus's shoulder, "but I know you know it's for the betterment of our world. When this is all over, I want you to be truly happy. Ask Hermione to marry you." Severus turned to look at the man in shock.
"Where did you get such a ridiculous idea like that? Me marry a student and let alone that particular one? You're madder than I thought," Severus spoke rather quickly, turning redder by the second. Albus chuckled and raised a hand to stop the embarrassed man from speaking any further.
"You can deny it all you want, but you've been moping all this week after she left. And don't I didn't notice when you wrote her name in your mash potatoes," said Albus, reading him like a book.
"Damn! Like a freaking book!" Severus said. Albus chucked some more as he played with his beard.
"Even so, old man," Severus said, pointing his finger at the "old" man, "it's impossible to think that she would consider me anything more than her sardonic Potions Professor, or more likely a dirty old man."
"I wouldn't think so. I would think of you as a loyal, courageous, witty man." Albus responded. Severus gave him a disgusted look.
"Albus, how much did you drink today? It's only ten o'clock in the morning for goodness sake!" The former Professor said. He earned himself another chuckle.
"Severus, look at me and Minerva. I was her Professor and she, my student."
"Yes, but did you date her while she was a student? No, Albus. She's my student."
"Was, Severus," Albus corrected, "and with the rate of how fast this war is going, she won't be your student any longer. Besides, it doesn't seem like you're going to be getting any older any sooner."
"Yes, but even if I do find some miracle that she leaves Rowling and will be with me, she will have to learn the truth at some point and where do I go from there."
"But she is not superficial. She loves you for who you are." Severus frowned.
"How do you know for sure?" Albus smiled.
"Because she's running towards us right now." Severus stiffened, as he slowly turned around. Albus was indeed telling the truth. Hermione was running towards him.
"Go to her, my boy," Albus said, walking away, "she wouldn't have come back if she didn't love you, Severus." Severus did as he was told and ran out to meet her. His heart was beating a mile as the realization dawned upon him that all that he had hoped for might have come true.
"Severus! Severus!" Hermione yelled, struggling through the snow. After much more struggling, Severus fell over as Hermione knocked him over from jumping into his arms. Luckily the soft snows soften their fall as Hermione hugged Severus frantically and was speaking rather frantically.
"Sev-verus! I went with Eric, but but I j-just couldn't s-stay there," Hermione, struggled to get her words out as thrashed about, trying to get her hair of her face and try to lift herself from him.
Severus had never though she looked so beautiful, and as she spoke, could look at nothing besides her lips. He smiled as he brought his lips to her soft, warm ones, silencing her. Of course, he only lightly kissed her, giving her the chance to pull back. However, he was not disappointed as she responded. With newfound encouragement, Severus deepened the kiss, self-consciously running his hands through her hair. Soon the couple was forced to stop for air.
"Severus, I had to come back. I realized that I didn't feel anything for Eric and was just hoping he would get my mind away from you. I love you Severus." Hearing that those words made Severus the happiest he had felt in the longest time, or maybe ever. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a passionate kiss, as he rolled them over so that he was on top.
An hour later, the couple found themselves cuddled together on the couch by the blazing fire in the Head Common Room.
"Sev, do you remember the day when you saw Eric and me kissing for the first time?" Hermione asked, looking up at him from his arms.
"How could I forget?" Severus said, sleepily.
"What was all that stuff in that box you were carrying?"
"Stuff from my past," he responded after a pause, "do you want to know?" She nodded. "Let's see there was a black rose wasn't there? It was a rose from my father's funeral."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that," Hermione said sincerely.
"Don't be," Severus said as he looked into the fire, "he was abusive." The girl in his arms looked up at him in shock. "That's why you saw that flask, one of my father's things. To be honest, I used to have drink from time to time."
"I'm glad you don't anymore," Hermione said, drowsily.
'I still do drink,' Severus thought as he started too drifted asleep.
"Also, there were photos. Were they family photos?" Hermione said with her eyes closed.
"Yes, old ones of me and mom," Severus responded, quietly, "some of my father, too." The Head Girl nodded as she drifted off.
"Hermione?" Severus spoke softly, but she had already fallen asleep. Smiling, he soon drifted off himself.
Hours later, Severus awoke to find Hermione still resting on his chest.
"Hermione," Severus called softly. She stirred a bit. He tried again. A moment later, her eye's opened slowly and a small smile formed on her face.
"What time is it?" She said with a yawn.
"I don't know, but it looks dark out," Severus answered, looking out the window. "Let's say we go down for dinner." Hermione let out one more yawn as she nodded. The two made their way slowly down towards the Great Hall.
"All, glad to see you two for Dinner," Albus said, motioning them to their seats at the small table. Only five year Gryffindor (Severus and Hermione included in this), four Ravenclaw, two Hufflepuff, and three Slytherin were seated at the table this year. There was also the usual group of Professors. Severus and Hermione unfortunately had to sit at different ends of the table since they were the only available seats left.
Hermione gave him a sympatric smile, as she engrossed herself in a conversation with a seventh year Ravenclaw. Severus turned to Albus, whom he had been seated next to, to find that the old man had his annoying twinkling eyes directed at him.
"Shut it, Albus," Severus said through his teeth, picking up his fork.
"Did you get her anything yet?" Albus asked. Severus dropped his fork. He had forgotten. "I thought you might have. I've already taken care of it. It should be in your room tomorrow on Christmas morning."
"Thanks," Severus said reluctantly, "What did you get?"
"In time, Severus, in time," Albus said, fiddling with his beard, "besides, Minnie helped me pick it out. You have no need to worry."
Knowing this would be the best response he would get; the younger man picked his fork back up and began eating the delicious meal.
Hey, please R&R! I'll try to finish this story as soon as possible, or at least update. I know its really cheesy.
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