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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33391 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Dear Mr. Snape,

I regret to inform you that I can no longer serve as your private counselor. Due to certain circumstances, I feel that there has been a blurring between our patient/Doctor relationship and as I result I feel I can no longer function effectively as your counselor. I wish you all the best in your future endeavors and have enclosed a list of available counselors at the Ministry.

Sincerely,

Dr. Hermione J. Granger

Snape's hand shook as his eyes crawled over the parchment. "Regret to inform you" "certain circumstances" "patient/Doctor relationship". Balling up the letter he flung it violently into the fire. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out his mobile and punched a number and waited for an answer. "Draco. I need you to call your father for me." He growled into the phone. "I know. We did. It doesn't matter now, just have him contact me." He hung up and tossed the phone away.

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Hermione glanced up as the door to her office door slammed open.

"Headmistress McGonagall. What a surprise." She said, looking over the woman's shoulder and frowning at her assistant.

"I'm sorry Dr. Granger." The young man flushed. "I asked her if she had an appointment, but she just pushed past me."

"Appointment." The Scottish woman huffed angrily. "You might not have been in my house young man, but I know Professor Flitwick taught you better how to treat your elders. Appointment? Ha. Now get out of here so I can speak with Dr. Granger privately."

The young man looked helpless and frightened, not knowing who to fear more, a former Professor or his current boss.

"It's alright." Hermione said patiently. "I can see the Headmistress now. Please close the door behind you. Won't you have a seat, Minerva." She said when the door was safely closed.

"Why have you stopped treating Severus?" Her former head of house demanded without preamble.

Hermione leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath, trying to still the pounding of her heart. Minerva McGonagall could still intimidate her and make her feel like a first year. "How did you find out about that?" She asked smoothly. "I was planning on owling you later."

"Owling me later?" The older woman scoffed.

"Yes." Hermione nodded, struggling to keep her voice level and professional. "You still haven't answered my question. How did you find out? Did Severus contact you?"

"No he did not. Narcissa floo'd me."

"Narcissa!" Hermione exclaimed, her face going pale.

"Yes, Narcissa. She said she found it a bit odd that Severus would be contacting her husband so soon after he almost broke his arm at the Leaky Cauldron."

"Did Lucius go to him?" Hermione was feeling sick to her stomach.

"He did, after Severus told him you had canceled all of his sessions. Narcissa was worried and thought I should know."

"Lucius Malfoy is not his friend." Hermione said, her voice shaking. "He's dangerous to Severus."

"You don't think we're well aware of that?" Minerva barked. "Why do you think Narcissa was so worried. She's been married to the man long enough, she knows what he's capable of; we don't think he'd hurt Severus outright, but given Severus' issues, Lucius is more then willing to provide him with the tools necessary to harm himself."

"Oh Merlin." Hermione sighed, pressing her fingertips to her temples. "Why would he contact Lucius?"

"Because right now it probably seems to him that Lucius is his only friend. Why Hermione? Why did you do it? Why would you cut him off like that, refuse to see him any longer?"

Sitting up straighter in her chair, Hermione met her former Professors eye with a cool gaze. "I had my reasons." She said, her voice tight.

"What reasons?" The Scottish woman yelled. "What possible reason could you have to turn your back on him when he needs you the most."

"That is confidential."

The formidable Headmistress sat down in the chair and folded her arms across her chest, glaring silently at her former student.

Hermione flushed red under her intense gaze. "There was an incident that in my opinion compromised our professional relationship and my ability effectively to treat him, both morally and ethically. I can't say anything more."

"Can't or won't?" Minerva snorted.

"Both." The two woman eyed each other critically across the desk. Hermione tried not to fidget.

"He told you he has feelings for you, didn't he." Minerva smiled knowingly at the flush the colored the Gryffindor's face.

"There was a bit more to it then that." The younger woman stuttered. "He...he...he did something inappropriate. Please don't ask me to elucidate further."

"Inappropriate." The Headmistress repeated slowly. "Did he try to force himself on you? Expose himself to you? What Hermione? Please explain to me what he did that was so horrible that you would turn your back on him like this."

"I'm not turning my back on him." She yelled, almost sobbing. "I'm not turning my back on him." She repeated, struggling to calm her emotions. "I just can't treat him on a professional level anymore. It...wouldn't be right."

"Did you tell him that?"

"Well no..." She shook her head.

"So in his mind, you've turned away from him just like everyone else in his life. Oh Hermione," The older woman shook her head sadly, "I expected more from you. You know I was there when Lily ended their friendship. I found out about it, you know how students talk. While I couldn't condone Severus' actions, I didn't think he deserved what she did, cutting him off with out a glance back. I've never seen a boy more heartbroken then he was when she refused to accept his apology." The Headmistress sighed sadly, rising from the chair, she began to pace across Hermione's tiny office. "You know most people when they make a mistake, even a really bad mistake, are forgiven by their friends, but not poor Severus. Oh no, he's made to pay for it for the rest of his life." She stopped and looked at Hermione. "I don't know what it is he done that's upset you so much. The poor man served two masters for all of his adult life, it's not surprising now that he's free from them that he's lacking a bit impulse control. But I want you to ask yourself, is it really so bad that you can't forgive him?"

"Minerva I..."

The woman held up her hand. "I was counting on you Hermione. Counting on you to help him. I'm very disappointed in you right now. You're acting no better then Lily. Good day." She turned left the small office.

Hermione stared silently as the door to her office swung shut with a thud. She pressed her hand to her lips, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape. Reaching into her desk drawer, she pulled out a handful of tissues and wiped away the tears that streamed down her face. "Bloody hell." She whispered into the silent room.

"Cancel the rest of my appointments. I'm leaving for the day. I don't feel well." Hermione's assistant glanced up in surprise when she exited her office, briefcase in hand, outer robes hanging over her arm.

"Right." He stuttered, reaching for the appointment book. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No. Just take care of canceling my appointments and I'll see you Monday."

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It was almost dark outside by the time Hermione entered her tiny flat. She had spent the afternoon and most of the evening walking and sitting in the park, trying to make sense of her jumbled emotions. She had just tossed her briefcase aside when her mobile rang.

"Hello?"

"Dr. Granger?"

"Yes, this is she."

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you again. This is Mrs. Harvy. Severus' neighbor?"

Hermione sank down onto her sofa, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. "Yes. I remember you. Is something wrong?"

"Oh I don't know dear." The woman sighed. "Maybe I'm just being a nuisance, but I'm worried about Severus. He was supposed to come over this evening and help me hang a shelf, but he never showed. I've knocked several times, but he's not answering the door."

"Do you even know if he's home." Hermione asked, trying to ignore the cold feeling that had settled in her stomach. "Maybe he's out."

"Well I don't think so. I just saw someone leave his house a few minutes ago. I'm sure he's home if he had guests."

"Someone? Who? Was it a man or a woman?"

"A man. Pretty, with long white blonde hair. He was dressed a bit strange and he carried a walking stick."

Hermione let out a long sigh. "Alright. I'm not very far away. I'll come over and check on him. I'm sure he's fine. Don't worry yourself too much."

"Oh thank you so much. I'm so glad he has someone like you looking out for him."

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Hermione apparated to a deserted alley not for from Severus Snape's house. Trying not to run, she hurried down the street and up his steps. Raising her fist, she knocked firmly on his front door.

'Knock, knock, knock' She paused and listened. Everything was quiet. Lifting her hand, she pounded again, harder this time. 'Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock'. She pressed her ear to the door. Nothing. Reaching down she twisted the door handle, locked. "Bloody hell Severus, answer the bleeding door." She mumbled, pounding on the door again. Still nothing. Stepping back onto the sidewalk, she stared up at the house. A light burned in an upstairs window. Thinking back to her prior visit, she guessed it was his bedroom. Rushing back up the stairs, she knocked again. "Dammit Severus. I know you're home. Now open this bleeding door." She yelled, knocking even harder. "Fine. You want to play this game." She said to the silent door. Glancing quickly up and down the street, she drew her wand and pointed it at the door handle."

"Alohomora. Ouch." She jumped back as her wand buzzed and sent a shock radiating down her arm. "What the fuck?" Snape's words came drifting back to her. 'Unless you're planning on setting the bones yourself and putting a plaster cast on it, you'll have to do it out here. Magic ban, remember?' "Oh bloody hell." She muttered, turning and walking back to the sidewalk. Checking the street again for muggles, she pointed her wand at the door and shouted "Alohomora." She ducked just as the blast of light ricocheted off the door toward her head. "Fuck." She hissed in frustration. Stepping carefully through the yard, she pushed open his back gate and entered his back garden.

Climbing the rickety steps, Hermione peered through the back door window. The kitchen was dark and empty.

"Is he there?" Ms. Harvy called from over the back fence.

"I'm sure it's fine." Hermione called back with a cheerfulness she did not feel. "Why don't you just go inside. I'll take care of everything."

"Alright dear." The old woman called back. "I feel better just knowing you're here. Have him call me if he needs anything."

"I will." Hermione waved as she disappeared back into her house.

Taking a deep breath, she peeked through the window again. Glancing around the empty garden, she raised her arm and put her elbow through the window, flinching at the sound of breaking glass. Reaching carefully through, she unlocked the door and stepped inside.

"Severus." She called loudly, looking around the quiet house. "Severus Snape where are you?" Tiptoeing through the dining room, she peered into the empty living room. "Bloody hell, where are you." She muttered, turning around in a slow circle. Talking a deep breath, she paused at the bottom of the staircase. "Severus? Are you home? I'm coming upstairs. I hope your decent." She called out. Nothing. With her heart pounding painfully in her chest, Hermione tiptoed slowly up the stairs. She peered into the first room she saw, the walls were lined with bookshelves and it was empty. Turning, she approached Severus' room and pushed the door open. "Oh fuck." She moaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, bloody fuck."

She rushed to the side of the bed. He lay spread eagle, his face pale, his breathing shallow. "Severus!" She yelled, grabbing his shirt and shaking him. "Wake up." She picked up one of the empty potion bottles that lay scattered on the bed around him and sniffed. 'Dreamless sleep.' Picking up another she identified it as a calming drought. An almost empty whiskey bottle lay beside him on the bed as well. "Bloody hell, not again." She moaned. Pressing her fingers against his neck, she could feel a pulse, but just barely. Grabbing up her beaded bag she peered into the depths. She had potions and even a bezoar that could help him, but they were deep inside her magically expandable bag and she could only reach them with her wand. Tossing her bag aside, she grabbed his arm and pulled him into a sitting position. "You are not going to die, dammit." She yelled, pulling him up and onto the floor. "I won't let you."
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