AN: OKay so I decided you guys were right. I couldn't just leave this story like this. I needed an ending. I feel bad for what I did, so I owed you guys one. So here you go. I don't like it, but I hope you do!

Three months had passed. Three whole months without touching him, kissing him, feeling him inside her. Three months that had seemed like centuries to Hermione. At first she would cry herself to sleep everynight, hurting over his harshness and her desperation for him. But after that phase stopped she just became numb. She felt herself begin to lose herself more and more each day. With every potion class unattended or attended, with every ignored knock on his door or plea for him to talk to her, with every avoided attempt to talk to him, with every night she spent touching herself in her bed, trying to recreate him, with every frustrated, sleepless night, Hermione felt herself weakening, breaking.

She didn't understand what had happened. One word had slipped his mouth and everything had ended. She had gone to him the next night, only to be greeted coldly and asked to leave immediately if she didn't have a class related question for him. She had walked away hurt, but figured he would need some time to get over it. So she stayed away for a couple of nights. Left him to be. That day at potions she had hoped to get some signal from him. The usual twinkle in his eye as he looked at her, a lustfull look, a snide remark with a hidden meaning, anything. But she was disappointed.

Staying after class, she tried to confront him and finally ask why he was acting like nothing had ever occured between them. But once again she was shaken off rudely. Hermione couldn't deny that she thought that she was very pessimistic about everything after that point. Everything would only worsten from then. After a couple of potions lessons she had stopped going to them completely. She knew Snape wouldn't say anything as far as she showed up once up in a while. She became less enthusiastic in other classes. Though she would still do all the work correctly and just as good as she had before, she would never speak.

Her friends noticed these changes of course, too. Only Ginny knew what was wrong with her, but after a few attempts to make her feel better, she had given up hope as well. Hermione had even tried going out with Ron a couple of times, she even kissed him, but nothing worked. It just wasn't the same. It was very fair to say that Hermione had become depressed.

These days all she did was go to the library to study, attend a couple of meals and leave as quickly as possible, and sleep. That is she would sleep when her thoughts weren't keeping her up. On those nights, which happened often, she walked around the school, wandering the corridors, with Harry's map to keep a lookout for professors. One night when she had forgotten the map she had felt sure someone had been watching her, following her, and she had made up the crazy idea that maybe Snape had seen her hopeless state and thought about forgiving her for whatever she had done. But of course that was completely wrong.

The thing was, Hermione realized this after many many nights of sleepless nights and straying through empty halls, she was in love with him. She was not only dependant on his touch, his body, the feel of him inside her, but also she had fallen for him. She loved his intellect, his darkness, and the fact that she had seen the softer side of him, even when he hadn't noticed he was showing it to her. She new that many times during sex, when he would call her by her first name, he had let his guards down. More than once she had something in his eyes, other than his normal cold nothingness. Some sort of affection that told her he felt the same. But it would be gone as fast as it had come and she would be sure she had just imagined it. Now she was almost positive it had been a fragment of her imagination.

On top of all this emotional stuff that was wearing her out, Hermione was getting really damn lonely. She would spend whole nights trying to recreate the feeling of him penetrating her, taking her over and over again, but it was to no avail. Once or twice she thought about doing it with someone else, possibly Ron, but she knew that would just make everything more complicated, not to mention Ron's fumbling motions could never match up to Sna - his.

Just thinking his name would create a canon affect within her. First her head would spin, then her heart would speed up and her stomach would do a couple of flips and her knees would grow week. This is what she went through everytime she heard someone talk about him or even mention his name. She was growing more and more skinny and unhealthy looking. She felt sick and completely sexually frustrated.

Everything had turned black in her eyes. There was no more sunshine in her life. Even as the winter turned to spring and the weather warmed up, But Hermione was satisfied, because N.E.W.T.s were coming up, which meant that she could hide herself behind books without anyone questioning her. She could step into the world of studying, completely forgetting her own worries, even if only for minutes.

So it came that one day Hermione actually decided she needed to go to potions. The second she entered the classroom, she walked over to her usual desk, where her Harry and Ron used to make their potions together. She didn't even bother waiting for the two, becuase she knew that they wouldn't sit with her. They would join Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan, leaving her to work alone. Not that she had anything to complain about. She had been the one who had pushed them away.

So when two figures appeared beside her, Hermione looked up in shock. Her expression was greeted by the nervous looks of the two boys that had been such a big part of her life, with the exception of the last months, of course.

"Hey Hermione." Harry said quietly. He looked at her expectantly. She tried to smile but her muscles didn't seem to be working at that time. "We wanted to talk to you." He told her. She could feel her eyes welling up with tears already.

But just then the hairs on Hermione's neck pricked up as she felt a familiar presence behind her. And just as she felt her body stiffen, a tall dark figure swooshed by her to the front of the class. The whole class fell silent. Snape drew his wand, and with a flick there were instructions written on the board.

"Who can tell me what potion these instructions are for?" He asked with his deathly smooth voice that made Hermione shiver as she thought about all the times he had whispered in her ear. No. Bad Hermione. Stop.

Of course, Hermione knew the answer right away, but she didn't raise her hand. No one did. Harry nudged her on the side. She looked over to him and what she saw made her want to cry. He was begging her. Begging her to answer the question. Begging her to raise her hand; give some kind sign that the old Hermione was still there. What she saw also gave her bravery and support.

With a deep and calming breath, Hermione raised her hand, looking directly at Snape. His head turned towards her. She could've sworn that time had slowed down during the two seconds that they stood there, just looking at each other. The moment seemed to go on forever and Hermione thought she saw his eyes flicker for a split second as they found hers, but she was sure she had imagined it.

"Ms Granger." He said in a monotonous voice. "How nice of you to show up." She tried her hardest to not him get to her. Completely ignoring the fact that those were the first words he had spoken to her ever since... well ever since then, she took another breath and answered the question.

"It is called the revenge potion, Sir." She said, making sure she sounded as professional as possible. "Its purpose is to poison the drinker so that they do anything the brewer wants them, too. It was declared illegal after one person who took the potion cut all of his body parts off individually until death in 1767." She had said it all in one breath, hoping to be able to stop talking as soon as possible. But Hermione had to admit, talking again felt really good. She hadn't been doing much of that lately.

"It works somewhat like the Imperius Curse." Snape continued, not even acknowleging Hermione's response. Looking over at Harry and Ron, she saw small smiles on both their faces. She smiled back. "It can make the taker do anything the brewer wants them to do. The crucial difference, you cannot lift the curse of the potion, unlike with the Imperius curse. And as Miss Granger here," Hermione shivered as he drew out her name and his eyes met hers. "informed us, it has been banned for nearly three centuries. Of course, Hogwarts has special permission to teach it to its students. However, you will not be making this potion, but only writing an explanation for each its ingredients and what effect they would have on the potion." The whole class groaned. "Begin." With that he swiftly turned around and went to his desk.

Hermione forced herself to tear her eyes away from Snape and turned to the boys. "Look, guys." She started, but Harry cut her off.

"It's fine Hermione. You don't have to say anything." He told her, but she knew he didn't mean it. She was sure they were dying out of curiousity, wanting to know why she had been so distant lately.

"No, but I do." She corrected them. "I know I have been completely strange in the past months, and I owe you guys a huge apology. I never should've let my personal life affect our friendship."

"Personal life?" Ron cut in. "But that's exactly what we're talking about, Hermione. We've been friends for seven years! Your personal life should include us! Not exclude us!"

Hermione sighed. "You're right. You guys are completely right." She admitted, looking down at her hands before looking back up at them. "I promise you, no more secrets from now on. I will be completely honest with you. You just have to let me have this one secret. This only one. I will probably eventually end up telling you guys. But I just can't now. You just have to trust me on this one."

Before they even spoke, Hermione saw the answer in their eyes. She couldn't believe that after all this time they would still trust her and it touched her deeply. The three smiled and quickly hugged. Big mistake.

"This isn't relationship therapy class, Miss Granger." Snape draweled from behind her. Hermione froze. Her whole body had stiffened. This was the closest she had been to him in the last three months and it stirred some old emotions that she had tried to supress for so long. "Ten points from Gryffindor. I suggest you get to work before I take any more." He said, moving up from behind them and walking back towards his desk. She hadn't even seen him get up. But he stopped after a couple steps and without looking at her said, "And I'll be needing to see you after class, Miss Granger."

Hermione couldn't help but silently gasp. Her mouth was hanging open. What. The. Hell. "Hermione, you okay?" She heard Ron ask. She tried to nodd, answer yes, something. But she didn't seem to be able to. Had he just asked her to stay after? After three whole months of completely ignoring her existance, he wanted to talk to her? In private?! What was going on.

Before Harry and Ron got mad at her again she snapped herself out of it and smiled at them. "Yeah. Sorry. I just can't think of what he would want from me. I mean I didn't even do anything, you know?" She said in what she hoped was a good act of anger. But she didn't really have to pretend that much. The fact that he dared to ask her to stay behind, thinking he could talk to her in private after what he had done to her pissed her off. The fact that he had to tell her that he wanted her to stay at the beginning of the class, when he knew she would be anxiously waiting for class to end so she could find out what he wanted made her blood boil. Three months later and he still knew exactly how to torture her.

Of course, the rest of the class seemed to go by incredibly slowly. As much as she wanted the class to be over, she also dreaded it extremely. She had no idea what was in store for her, and it made her nervous just thinking about it. So when the bell rang to indicate the end of the period, she gulped loudly and breathed in deeply, trying to calm her frantic heartbeat. Harry and Ron said their goodbyes, telling her they'd save her some lunch, and left.

Hermione packed away her last quills, and figuring she couldn't put it off any longer, she stepped towards Snape, who was sitting at his desk, scribbling away on a piece of parchment. She felt herself shaking as she realized this was the first time they had been alone together in a room since their last encounter. Hermione cleared her throat to get his attention, but he didn't look up. So she was left standing there for a couple minutes, until he finally put his quill down and looked up at her. Hermione froze.

"Miss Granger." He began, his voice silky and composed as if he wasn't affected by her presence at all. "Do you care to explain why you have been missing so many of my classes?" He asked her. Hermione's brain stopped working for just a moment. What had he just asked her?

"What?" She breathed, letting out the breath she had been holding in.

"I asked you whether there was a reason behind you skipping my classes." He continued, putting his hands together on top of the death. "Last time I checked NEWT Potions wasn't an optional class."

Hermione did not believe the words leaving his mouth. Was he actually expecting an answer to his question? Did he honestly not know that the reason she didn't come to class was he himself? Her mouth a little agape and her eyebrows shot up into her hairline, she had a look of utter surprise written on her face.

"Miss Granger?" He asked, mockingly, as if enjoying her shocked silence. "Do you care to answer?"

Slowly, the anger that Hermione had felt before, crept back into her and made her blood boil again. What a git! Who did he think he was, asking her a question when he knew the answer perfectly well? Was he trying to provoke her? Anger her? Torture her?

"I believe you know the answer, Professor." She seethed at him, trying to remain her cool while trying to get her voice to work all at the same time.

"I'm afraid I don't, Miss Granger." He told her patiently. "For would I be asking if I knew the answer?"

Hermione resisted the urge to punch him. "I don't know. You tell me."

Snape only gave her a slight smirk. "If you shall miss another of my classes, I will have to report you to the headmaster." He continued, ignoring the anger in her voice. He knew he was getting to her and Hermione could see the victory in his eyes. "I suggest you do not let it go that far." Hermione didn't say a word. She just stood there, looking at him with disbelief and anger written all over her face. She could practically feel her heart breaking into a million pieces. "You are dismissed." Snape said, looking back down at his parchment. He picked up his quill and began scribbling, only to stop again to look at her still standing there.

"I believe I just dismissed you, Miss Granger." He said, quirking an eyebrow at her.

Hermione still had no intention to leave. "No." She said firmly. Snape looked at her in surprise.

"What?" He asked.

"I said, No." She repeated. "I'm sick of you telling me what to do. I'm sick of you controlling me like this."

"Well, you see, Miss Granger," He said in that deathly calm voice of his that normally sent shivers down her spine but now just pissed her off further. "As your professor, I do have that power."

"I'm not talking about you as a professor." She told him, gaining more strength in her voice. "I'm talking about you as a man, talking to me, a woman. I'm talking about you as my lover."

The impact of her words were tremendous. His face dropped and the amused sparkle in his eyes were gone. Instead his black orbs filled with anger themselves and his mouth thinned. Without knowing what was going on, Hermione felt herself being pushed against a wall roughly and Snape's face in hers.

"Whatever little fantasy you have of us being lovers," He hissed dangerously. "Is foolish and complete rubbish, Miss Granger. I suggest you forget about anything that you think we might've had and go on living your life as a insufferable know-it-all."

Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes, but she refused to let him see her weak. So she gathered all the strength she had left to answer him. "Last time I checked, it wasn't only a fantasy. Last time i checked you were fucking me in every position possible." She seethed back. "Professor." She added.

He growled and pushed against her roughly. "And that's exactly what it was. Fucking. Nothing else. Do you understand? Nothing."

"I understand perfectly well." She replied. Her voice was weaker this time. He was still glaring deeply into her eyes and she was the first one to break eye contact. She looked down to her feet, willing her tears not to fall. "Now will you please let me go?" She asked feebly. Her voice was almost a whisper as she asked the question.

She heard him sigh and his grip on her slowly loosened on her, but this was not what Hermione had meant. They both knew what she had truly meant by her question. She hadn't meant letting her go physically. No. She was asking him to let her go emotionally, for she was still as much his as she had been from the day her dreams had started.

His body was still very close to hers and she could feel the heat radiating from it. She knew well that he still wanted her as bad as she wanted him. She knew him much better then he thought she did by now, and although he wasn't showing it, she could see the desire in his eyes. She looked up at him, locking her eyes with his again. But this time they weren't glaring. They were just staring.

After trying so hard to stop herself from crying, Hermione found it impossible to stop that one tear from escaping down her cheek. But she didn't hurry to wipe it away. She didn't care anymore whether he saw her tears. It would serve him well to know what he had done to her. How he had gotten into her heart and now wouldn't let her go. She gasped as his hand shot up to wipe her tear away. It was such an unexpected gesture that both of them were caught in surprise at his actions.

Hermione's breathing got harder as her eyes kept darting to his lips. How would it feel to kiss them again? What would they feel like against her neck? Hermione had to stop herself from shuddering. But soon her thoughts were all wiped away due to his lips pressing firmly against hers. Shocked at first, Hermione felt like she should stop him. But then she felt him open her lips with his and his tongue entering her mouth, and all control was lost.

Her arms automatically wrapped around his neck, while his snarked around her waist. They pulled each other closer, relishing their closeness. It had been so long since they had been able to touch each other. Hermione felt a passion flare up inside her that she had never felt before. Her whole entire body was aching for more at this moment.

Clothes began falling off of them one by one. The more skind exposed, the needier the couple got. Hermione had never seen Snape loose control like this. He was completely exposed; naked in front of her eyes. And honestly, she loved it. It drove her wild.

His fingers soon found her wet folds, making her gasp, finally breaking the heated kiss. He backed her up against the desk and entered two fingers into her. Hermione moaned loudly. She had been lacking touch for so long, that this felt incredible. She looked at him, seeing his eyes completely clouded over in lust. She knew that her absence hadn't done him good either.

Not wanting to waist any more time, she unbuckled his trousers and pushed them down. He didn't hesitate either, pulling down his boxers and entering her in one swift move. They both groaned with satisfaction. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, loving the feeling of him inside her again.

Snape began thrusting inside her, his pace fast and rough. Neither had the patience to be gentle. Hermione was moaning almost constantly now, his thrusts going deeper every time, hitting her spot. Her nails began scratching his back, leaving marks across his skin. But Snape didn't seem to care. His eyes were wandering down her body as he watched the beautiful form beneath him writhe in pleasure.

His lips found hers in another heated kiss. He began going faster than before, thrusting in her with such force that Hermione knew it would leave bruises for the next day. But none of that mattered at the moment. All that mattered was the fact that they were both there, shagging each other senseless.

With each thrust, Hermione felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She broke the kiss and moaned really loudly, pulling him even closer to her sweaty body. "Goddddd" She groaned. "Severussssssssss"

And with that she came, long and hard, taking him with her. He spilled his semen into her as her walls milked him for all he was worth. Their naked, sweaty bodies collapsed on another, both getting their breath back.

After what felt like hours, Snape slowly lifted himself off of her and grabbed his wand. With a simple flick they were both clean and dressed. Hermione made an attempt to get up, but her knees gave in. Snape hurried forward to catch her. After making sure she could stand on her own, he looked at her, his eyes reading sorrow.

"You know what this means, then?" He asked her in a soft voice.

"Yes." She replied almost immediately. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her clothes the best she could before looking up at him again. "Until graduation then?" She asked. He gave her a brief nod.

"All right." She said. "I better get to lunch. The boys will be wondering where I am." She stepped closer to him and kissed him on the lips. "See you tonight?"

He nodded again. She turned around and walked towards the door. "Hermione?" He called after her. She turned around and looked at him. "Maybe you could spend the night?" He asked. It took a moment for her to process what he had just said, but then she smiled. It was her turn to nod.

"Of course."

AN: Here you go. I know It's not the best ending ever, and I'm personally not satisfied at ALL with it. But What can I say? I guess I'm just a bad author. :(

Anyway. I was thinking about maybe doing a second part to this story? Like ten years from now or somehting. Like a continuation. Maybe the two could meet again and remember what they had? I don't know. What do you think? I kinda want to do it and kinda don't. Will you help me decide?

I hope at least one of you enjoyed it. And once again I'm REALLLLLLLLLLY sorry that this story turned out this way. I liked it a lot, but just had to turn it into something shitty, didn't I? Anyway. Thank you for all of you who stuck with me through this.

I love you all! Even if you hate me!!

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