I don't own anything, J.K Rowling does.

WARNING: Mature themes brought up so if you are less than 18 and / or easily triggered by mature content DO NOT READ THIS STORY. You have been warned.

A/N: I'm currently reediting this fanfiction. If the chapter number is in bold, it means the chapter has been edited.

Chapter 1

"Take them, take them" the words spilled out of Severus Snape's mouth.

Each word drawing another tear. Each tear filled with the memories he had of his childhood love. Filled with the feelings he had once had for Lily. Harry was standing next to the dying man, one hand pressed against his jugular artery trying to keep the man alive longer by stopping as much as he could of the blood flow from the snake issued injury. Harry asked for a flask which Hermione gave to him and collected the tears from Snape. As soon as he had done that, he ran out of the cabin without a second glance at him. Ron following him in a rush.

Hermione immediately rushed over her Professor seemingly lifeless body and began pouring the clear liquid contained inside a small vial in between the man's parched lips. She placed a diagnosis charm over him and was relieved to see the figures above his heart rise. She did a few more spells to heal her former Potions professor before sending her Patronus, a small otter, to the school Mediwitch asking her to come as soon and as quickly as she could.

As she was about to stand up and ward the shed, she heard a very frail voice "Thank you, Hermione".

It was Snape. The fact that he had used her first name made her turn around and look at him. His eyes were opened and he was looking in her direction. He was already looking much more alive than prior her healing even though he was struggling to sit up against the window pane behind him. Hermione finished putting up the warding spells not forgetting to conjure it in order to let the Healer or any friendly persons inside the boundaries of the spells.

She then headed back towards her professor. She helped him sit a little bit up placing his back on the window behind him, he groaned and hissed in pain as she did so. He knew that there was a lot of pain to go through before being able to come back to a normal life. He wondered if such a thing would actually be possible when the blasted war would end; and that would be if it actually did end before he died.

"Professor, professor, can you ear me?" she had said those words in a soft voice.

It had not been the first time she had called him as he could see the concern in her hazelnut eyes and in her voice. He shook his daydream slowly out of his head and nodded affirmatively, wincing as he did so. It was too painful to try to speak and the three words he had managed to get out of his throat were the only one he would be able to manage for now.

"I gave you a Potion that will neutralise the effects of the snake's poison and placed a few spells on you to heal the bite. I am afraid you will have a scar on your neck. Now, I am going to open your jacket to see if there are any other injuries that need to be healed. Try not to move I think you have a rib or two broken and do not want them to puncture your lung. Don't worry, I'll be very gentle. If I am hurting you just blink twice and I will see what I can so about the pain. I don't want to give you too many potions at a time as I don't know how the snake's venom would react with them"

With that, she opened the cloak without using any magic in fear of injuring him further more.

After seeing that no other injuries were visible, she placed a charm preventing any broken bone to puncture his organs, closed the jacket back and took a black woollen blanket out of the beaded bag before placing it on the Potions Master to keep him warm.

She sat next to him, her right hand curled around her wand, fingers caressing the fine carvings of the handle, ready to defend herself and the injured man next to her if any Death Eater came. Her left hand was in a tight fist. He could see her knuckles go white from the strength of her grip. He could sense that something was wrong. What? He couldn't tell right know.

For a long moment, they stayed there waiting in the shed.

All they could hear was the thunder like sound in the background coming from the raging war that was still going on and their respective breaths almost perfectly synchronised, his getting deeper as the poison in his body was getting neutralized by the potion Hermione had given him. It was like if they were inside a bubble.

A bubble of calmness that could almost be described as peace. But Severus' mind was focused on something else. He didn't understand why she was still with him, he had done so much things to push her away from him. He was after all the greasy git in the dungeon as so many of his student said. But there was a reason for why she was still there, by his side. A reason that he only grasped now in his dying moments. She was not there for him. I might be a greasy git actually, he thought, I was such a jerk, I must apologise but how? He processed as quickly as he could, his mind buzzing with the potion she had given him. Then an idea came to his mind.

Before he could weigh in the pros and cons, he counted in his head to three, preparing himself. To what he didn't actually really know. Slowly, he pulled his hands out of the cover wincing in pain as he did so and placed it on Hermione's stomach.

"I'm in" he had said his voice this time ever so slightly less febrile.

She placed her hand on top of his own as in a sign of acceptance and for the first time in 2 months a smile appeared on his thin lips.