Sometimes it lasts in love..Sometimes it hurts instead

"Was he there?" Hermione asked with baited breath, all she needed was to be broken hearted right now by the man who claimed he loved her enough he wanted to marry her.
"No, he wasn't there," His words cool, he was quiet good at lying, a talent he liked to think he had.

Hermione's face dropped "What if, what if." Tears welled in her eyes her voice starting to crack. "What if he was out with her, what if he was fucking her?" Harry tried to force a smile, trying to make her feel all would be fine.

"I passed Flitwick in the corridor on the way there and he said Snape was on his way to see him." He had to say something, anything to assure her and put her mind at ease, even if it means fabricating lies to protect someone else.

"Oh." She sniffled and wiped the stray tears from her cheeks.
Nothing like a good lie to make someone feel at ease, he knew he would be the bad guy when Snape confessed to her, but for now she was happy.

Harry clapped his hands together "Right now lets get the invitations written out." He groaned on the inside, invitations for a wedding that had a 99.9% chance of never happening... He kept reminding himself, doing it for Hermione his best friend, anything for her.

HG/SS

"Hermione I regret what I did but." No, that would not do, he shook his head as he paced the floor of his office. It had been six hours since Harry had confronted him. He kept putting off the inevitable, his eyes red and bleary, he wanted to go to bed but did not have the heart to show his face. It was well into the early morning, 2 am to be exact. He kept pacing and going over and over what he would say.

Everything sounded either too forced, too insincere or too rehearsed. He had gone for a little dutch courage, six glasses to be exact so far and still he felt like a coward. He poured himself another glass and slammed it down in one gulp, now seven cups and still the courage was yet to come to surface... Were those Dutch not courageous at all, perhaps it was all a fallacy and the courage was never to be found.

He tried his luck with one more glass, he sat at his desk waiting for the aforementioned courage to raise it's head, nope he would have to go it alone. Taking a deep breath he stood up, drawing himself up to full height and putting on his best sneer should he come across anyone at this hour, although he really doubted it, only teachers were in the school at the moment.

Slowly he made his way along the darkened halls by wand light, the slower he went the longer it would be for him to face his demons. He needed to tell her soon, he was going to go crazy keeping something like that to himself. Finally after the long slow walk of shame he reached the door to his chamber. Deep breath and enter, dark sitting room met him, odd. The whole place with in darkness, she was obviously asleep, great, now he would have to live with the guilt to the morning.

Heading to the bedroom by wand light he cast the glow over the bed, Hermione asleep in the middle of Draco and Harry. He smiled, he wished he had of had a friendship like that when he was younger.
Had the two not been... The way there were he would of not hesitated to of grabbed them by their nuts and drag them from his bed, he knew it was an innocent friendship.

He left the room, the three of them in his bed posed one problem, where the fuck was he going to sleep? The sofa? His legs would be hanging off the end of it. And he sure did not think he should climb into the bed with the three of them...Talk about awkward.

Sitting on the sofa he kicked off his shoes, resting his head on the hard arm of the sofa and bringing his legs in close to him he knew tonight was not going to be one he got a wink of sleep, and he did not for one minute think he deserved any.

HG/SS

The sound of voices roused him from his slumber for which he felt he had only gotten five minutes. Opening his eyes the light flooded the room, one thing he missed about his old chambers, the darkness. He sat up slowly, his head spinning, pounding the with ferocity oh one hundred jack hammers. Mouth felt like it was packed full of cotton wool, his eyes were blurry and red. Sitting up slowly, the bile threatened to rise.
His eyes finally focusing he saw Hermione, Harry and Draco staring at him. "Well don't you look like shit," Harry pointed out the obvious.

"Thanks Potter, I feel like shit." And he had a feeling he was going to feel like shit for a long while to come. It was now or never... Never seemed like a good option, perhaps he would choose that option. No, he couldn't he had to tell him, once it was out there that was it, the end of his happiness and relationship.

"Hermione, we need to talk." There he said it, or rather hos mouth blurted it out before his brain had a chance to catch up.

"About?" He placed a hand on her hips, stern expression on her face.

"Last night." He threw a glance to Harry who only gave him a quirk of the brow.
"Oh god." She shook her head. "You know don't you Harry, what he need to tell me."

Harry only shrugged, grabbing Draco by the hand and rushing to the floo, "Gotta go, left the stove on." And the pair vanished from sight.

"Sit down, please." He learnt forward and made a grab for her hand, she recoiled fast, not wanting to be touched.

"What the fuck have I done," Soft murmurs, hardly recognisable as English dialect.
"Yes Severus Snape, what the fuck have you done?"

"I I I," he just kept falling over his words unable to say anything.
"Fucked Sinistra?" She interjected helpfully. She watched as he shook his head, a disgusted snort came from within.

"No I." He held his head in his hands, he had made his bed now he had to lay in it, no turning back.

"I, we, touched, heavy petting." He could not even string together a coherent sentence.
"How heavy?" She snapped, he was sure daggers may shoot from her eyes and kill him right at this moment.

"Well, she undressed my top half, ran her tongue along my bare flesh, went in for a kiss and then I may or may not of touched her. I am so sorry Hermione, I know what this means and I regret my actions, I could not stop myself, until I saw the mark on my arm and then I found the strength to send her away. Please forgive me." What a stupid thing to say, please forgive me, what was he expecting her to welcome him with open arms?

"You sick dirty bastard. I hate you Severus Snape." Those were the last words he heard from her before she stormed off to the bedroom and slammed the door.

Yep and there is was, his relationship had crashed and began to burn into a pile of unsalvageable crap. His happiness was over as he knew, forever to walk the earth alone.

He was angry, he was irate, he was almost blind from the white hot anger he felt, caused by himself, he had fucked up well and truly. He needed to hurt something, to destroy it. He tipped over the coffee table, walking around the lounge room in a fit of rage like a bull in a fight ring. He smashed the vase off of the mantle piece, the photo of him and Hermione went crashing to the floor. He needed to breath, leaving the chambers he slammed the door so hard behind him it splintered slightly.

Hermione threw herself down onto the bed, huge heart wrenching sobs rocked her body, how could he do such a thing to her, wasn't she enough for him? Was she that bad in bed he felt the need to stray to another woman. She knew nothing good was going to come out of Sinistra showing her face in the office, she had gotten that vibe straight away. Her heart was breaking, the man she loved did not find her good enough. She could never forgive him, she could never just brush the situation under the rug and pretend it never happened.

And there she spent the rest of the day, sobbing into her pillow, thinking about where she went wrong to cause him to stray, to need to feel another woman, to kiss her. She felt betrayed, like she had been taken for a ride. After six hours of straight crying she made her decision, taking off her engagement ring she set it on the night stand. Packing a small bag she made her way to the floo.

HG/SS

Harry wrapped his arms around his friend as she sobbed into his shoulder, she had over looked the fact he too had lied. He stroked her hair softly, Draco fetching tea.

"I am so sorry Hermione, you just cry it all out, you need to get it all out."

A/N: There! I am on a roll lately! Hope you all like it, sorry if it is not what you expected, but I could not just have her pretend it never happened. She would be hurt, shattered in fact and no way could she just over look it.

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