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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33390 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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"A confession." Severus repeated slowly, his eyes wary. "What type of confession?"

"The type where I tell you I was at the Shrieking Shack the night of the final battle." She sighed heavily.

"I knew that." His eyes narrowed with confusion. "I don't remember a lot about what happened, but I do remember that you handed Mr. Potter the bottle for..."

"No." She shook her head, interrupting him. "After that...I came back."

"You came back." His eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"You were dying. I couldn't just leave you." She shrugged. "I had to at least try to help."

"Hermione, come on." Harry yelled.

"I can't." She glanced over her shoulder to where Snape lay, still and bleeding. "I can't just leave him there to die, alone."

"Whut are you talking about 'Mione." Ron gasped, rubbing at the stitch in his side. "The fighting is at the castle. We need you. Forget about the greasy git and come on."

"I can't." She said, tears streaming down her face. "I have to at least try to save him. Please." She looked at both Ron and Harry, her eyes begging. "Please try to understand."

Harry stared at her, then looked towards the castle. "Go on then." He grunted, turning to lope away. "Just join us when you can."

"I will." She called over her shoulder, already turning back to the dying man.

As she got closer to him, the copper smell of blood filled her nose and coated her tongue. He lay slumped against the wall, his face white as a sheet, a large pool of blood surrounding him.

"Professor?" She whispered, kneeling beside him and pressing her fingers to his face. His skin was ice cold and there was a frightening gurgling sound coming from his ravaged throat. Reaching down she grabbed his wrist, feeling for a pulse. She felt something, but it was so faint, she couldn't be sure. Pressing her fingers to his neck she could just feel the faint flutter of his pulse against her fingertips. "Professor." She called louder this time, tapping her wand against her beaded bag, several potion vials leaped into her hands. "Severus!" She called, pressing her hand against his cheek. His eyes opened weakly at the sound of his given name and then closed again. "No Professor don't. Open your eyes. I need you to stay with me. Severus!" She called again, stroking her hand down his cheek and his hair. She flipped the lid off a vial and placed it at his lips. "Please let this work." She whispered.

Prying his lips open, she filled his mouth with the viscous fluid. She watched, terrified, as he choked and sputtered, his bleeding throat working to swallow the liquid. Almost immediately, he reached up and tried to bat her hands away. "Professor, no." She begged, easily catching his weakened grasp. "Please. Stay with me. You can't die." Tipping the bottle, she poured the remainder of the fluid into his mouth. She sat back and watched as the bleeding from his throat slowed and stopped. Pressing her fingers back to his neck, she smiled when his pulse seemed stronger. Grabbing a bottle of blood replenishing potion, she opened his mouth and poured it in, sighing with relief when he swallowed reflexively.

"I have to go now." She whispered, leaning down and pressing her lips to his still pale cheek. "I have to leave you here, but I'll come back. Please hang on. Don't leave me."

"I didn't want to leave you there. But I didn't..." She wiped away a tear that had trickled down her cheek. "I didn't know what the outcome would be and I didn't want He Who...Lord Voldemort to know you were still alive."

"So it was real?" He let out a long sigh. "It wasn't a dream. I thought I was losing my mind. It seemed so real, but I was sure it couldn't be. Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"I don't know." She shrugged her shoulders. "Scared I guess. Then when I heard about the problems you were having. The drinking...I wondered if maybe it was my fault, had I caused this by saving you?"

"No." He shook his head slowly. "I was prepared to die. I expected to die. I was completely gobsmacked to wake up and discover I was still alive. But this is not your fault. There is much more to...my issues, then my unexpected survival." He shook his head again in disbelief. "You took the time to save me. Why? How? What was that you gave me? I've never tasted anything like it before in my life."

"Phoenix tears. Fawke's tears to be precise."

"But how? How did you get them?"

"From Dumbledore." She shrugged.

"But how?" He asked again, more emphatically. "When did he give them to you?"

"I don't know for sure. They were just there, at my parents home the summer of my sixth year, before we left on our little Horcrux adventure. I can only guess that Dumbledore delivered them sometime before he died. My parents couldn't really remember anything, except a tall man with a white beard and a robe had delivered a package for me. I suspect he altered their memories a bit."

Severus nodded his head and frowned. "And that was it? Did he leave you any instructions?"

"There was a note. He said I was to only use them in a case of life or death and I wasn't to tell anyone about them, not even Ron and Harry. He said I was the only one he could trust to use them correctly and not to waste them. I was tempted to use them when Ron splinched himself." She frowned, biting her lip. "But I knew that he wasn't going to die. He was just in a lot of pain. I would have used them for Dobby, but I was unconscious at the time..." she hesitated, her face pale, "...from the pain of the Cruciatus curse. So that left you." She smiled nervously at him, before glancing quickly away.

"You came back for me." He shook his head again in disbelief. "You were needed at the castle, but you came back. For me. Why?"

"I don't know." She shrugged, rolling over on her back to stare up at the ceiling. "I just couldn't let you die there. I just couldn't imagine a world without you in it. You're just so...so...so...you." She turned her head to look at him, her cheeks pink. "Maybe what everybody else sees is true." She whispered, her voice barely audible.

"What's that." He whispered back, his voice equally soft.

"Maybe I do fancy you a bit after all." She blushed even redder at the look of surprise on his face. Turning away she stared back up at the ceiling, her white teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. "Severus?"

"Mmmm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

She rolled over and grabbed something from the night table. "What is this? Luna and I found them stashed about when we were looking for other potions."

Severus' face flushed crimson as he saw that she was holding up one of his bottles of lubrication. "Ahhhhh that." He stuttered. "It's uhmmmm, well it's..."
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