So over the past couple of months I have had major writers block and haven't been able to think of a single word to write. This came to me at 3 o'clock in the morning during a thunderstorm and I knew I needed to write it down. Thankyou all for your patience and hopefully this isn't a let down.

Disclaimer: I only I could live in a world of magic. I would be able to put a silencing spell on my room to block out the noise from the storm and put a memory charm on J.K so I could take all credit for Harry Potter. Unfortunately, I don't.

Dedicated to: the boy I secretly like

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He was sitting in a chair next to the bed, holding her hand tightly in his own, when she finally woke up. Severus held his breath as he watched her slowly open her eyes and look around the room, taking in where she was before they fixed on his own. He could see the surprise flicker in them before she carefully guarded her thoughts and emotions from him.

"Either I'm dead and so are you, or you somehow found me and decided to rescue me," Hermione said, her voice croaky from unuse.

"You are not dead," he replied, answering her unsaid question. Severus held Hermione's gaze, waiting for the inevitable question. She seemed to be having an internal debate as to whether or not to ask it. Finally making up her mind she asked, "Why?"

Taking one of her bandaged wrists in his, he said. "The story you want me to tell you, you will not want to hear. So, I suggest you back out now. However, with you being a Gryffindor, I'm going to assume that you will want to hear it anyway. Am I right?" At her nod, he let out a large sigh.

"Right then, it goes like this…

"It was almost twenty years ago now. I had just turned to the light side and agreed to become a double agent for Dumbledore. It was on one of the raids that I met her. She had gorgeous, silky brown hair, chocolate eyes and tanned skin. I knew then, that I would have to save at least her.

"You need to understand, Hermione, that because I was a spy, I was unable to save everyone or my cover would be blown and the Death Eaters would more than likely slowly torture me and then kill me.

"I convinced the others that I wanted her to myself and led them to believe it was so that I could rape her and have her as my own personal slave. They already knew that I didn't like to share what was mine so I had no issues with them wanting a go at her themselves. I took her back to my home, Snape Manor, and healed any injuries while trying to gain her trust. It wasn't easy, let me tell you. She barely believed even Dumbledore when I called him over.

"When she finally believed us, it was requested by the Headmaster that she stay with me as her house had been burned to the ground and had no living relatives. This time, we both argued with him. My reason was that she was in danger living there and hers because although she knew me to be a spy for the Order she still didn't trust me. Dumbledore was adamant though and we both finally relented.

"The first few months were very difficult. We constantly got on each others nerves and a lot of hexes were thrown. However, after that, our hate turned and grew into friendship. I learnt that she was a pureblood witch named Catlyn Foxill and was an Unspeakable in the Ministry of Magic. She had obviously had to quit her job to go into hiding. Gradually, I started to fall in love with her."

"But I thought you loved Lily Evans, Harry's mum?" Hermione cut in confused.

"God no. We were best friends, never anything more, on with the story though and please refrain from butting in until I'm finished." Without waiting for her nod he continued.

"It was very cliché what happened next. There was a bad thunderstorm. The thunder was terribly loud and the wind was howling outside the manor. Of course I knew we were very safe inside and didn't think anything else of it until I heard a timid voice at my bedroom door asking me if she could stay with me the night.

"My heart almost broke as when I agreed she ran to the bed and curled up under the covers, shaking and obviously terrified. Before my mind could even begin to process what was happening, I found my arms wrapping around her quivering body, pulling her tightly into my chest. It was that night when I finally gave her my heart and soul after she whispered to me in the dark, 'don't ever leave me Sev'.

"From then we were inseparable and very much in love. A couple of years later, we married in secret, Dumbledore being the only witness and found out that we were expecting. It was one of the most joyous moments I can ever remember. Another eight months passed and she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Unfortunately my happiness wasn't to last.

"Two days after giving birth there was an attack on the private muggle hospital we were in and Catlyn was killed." While saying this, a lone tear escaped from his eye and he felt the hand he was holding tighten around his own.

"I vowed I would keep my daughter safe and her away from this horrible world as long as I could. So she was sent to live with muggles until she turned eleven and came to Hogwarts to learn about magic for the very first time. I knew her as soon as I saw her. I was glad to see that she was a beautiful, healthy girl who was loved and had friends. She has since turned into a stunning woman who has captured the heart of many boys in this school, much to my dismay."

Silence filled the room for what seemed like hours before Hermione spoke. "What is the name of your daughter?" Although she was sure she knew the answer.

"Her name is Hermione Marie Snape; also know as Hermione Granger, Head Girl and Princess of Gryffindor. You have no idea how much it scared me to find you in that bathroom, covered in your own blood and on the brink of death. I promised myself that if you ever woke up, I would tell you everything and how much I care and love you."

Hermione felt rage build up inside of her at these words and before she could control it, she yelled at him. "You say you care about me? That you love me and will always protect me? Where the hell were you when he tormented me and controlled me?! Why did you do nothing to stop him from abusing me?! And why have you never shown me any love before now or noticed that I wasn't as happy as everyone believed me to be?! How dare you say you care about me when I have been living in hell and you have done nothing to stop it or change it."

By this point, her voice had died down to a whisper and she had tears pouring down her face. Severus got up, sat in the middle of the bed and drew her into his arms. He rocked her until she exhausted herself into a deep sleep. Watching her, he swore to himself that he would personally kill the man he thought had loved her and taken care of her when he couldn't.

'That son of a bitch is dead,' was his last conscious thought before following his daughter into a world where everything was perfect and carefree.

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Draco Malfoy stepped away from the door he had just been pressing his ear up against. He never would have believed it if he hadn't heard it himself. Granger was really a Snape. Plus, her life wasn't as perfect as she made it out to be. He felt something tinge inside of him. Never had he felt any guilt about what he had done to another person before, but, as he thought back on the last few years of his treatment to Hermione Snape, he felt guilty.

He really didn't mean to be a bad person, it was who he was brought up to be. Lately he had been thinking about going against his father and becoming his own person. After hearing his Godfather's story, Draco finally decided that it was time for a change and he would start with being nicer to the mudb – muggleborn.

Heading back up to his dorm room, Draco thanked the God's that he actually did his rounds that night.

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