Professor McGonagall finished lessons early once she returned back to school. The Professors needed some well earned rest and although pupils didn't know why, there were enough rumours going round to amuse them all.

"I heard Professor Flitwicks been killed!"

"Yeah well I heard Snape and Professor Hooch have eloped!"

"Don't be silly, it's because they're giving us exams tomorrow as a surprise."

Yes, the rumours were truly interesting to listen to but Hermione made quickly through the corridors and got back to the dormitory to rest from the previous eventful hours, unsure of whether the real event was any less creative. After an attempt to sleep she found herself wandering down into the Gryffindor common room and seeing three smiling faces looking brightly up at her.

"Hermione!" Ron cheered.

"Where have you been?" Harry asked. "I was needing to copy our divination homework off of you."

"Harry!" Ginny said playfully hitting his arm. "She was probably ill, don't be so inconsiderate."

Before Hermione could help it she burst into laughter and went and sat down by her friends.

"I don't think you'll be so cheerful when you know you've got detention tonight," Harry said. When Hermione looked aghast at the information he explained. "Well not really detention but Snape wants to see you about missing class."

After spending the last while trying to get Snape from her mind so she could rest and be alone for a little bit, the mention of his name brought all sorts of thoughts to her head. Hurt, anger, caring and complete love.

Standing she left the trio working on a game of exploding snaps. "I think I might go see him just now," she said before hurrying out of the room. She needed to talk, to release everything.

Quick walking down the various school corridors there was a moment's hesitation outside Remus' classroom but Hermione shook her head and continued down.

'C'mon Hermione! get your head sorted!' she urged herself silently. She couldn't quite explain it but Hermione's thoughts had been scattered everywhere. She was determined to fall in love with Snape, but should someone be determined? Is it not a natural feeling? Her brain buzzed with confusion and by the time she took a deep breath in and out to calm herself she was outside the dungeons classroom. Knocking she entered before being called.

Snape was standing facing the chalkboard, "I've been waiting for you to come down," he said without turning to face her.

Hermione stood awkwardly, "I was tired, needed a rest first."

He nodded in understanding then turned to look at her. Standing there in all her school girl innocence was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. He stood looking at her, no need for words.

Hermione blushed under his gaze which made him smile inside. "Hermione," he said. "Do you still want me?" Without answering Hermione ran to him, throwing herself into his arms. He stood motionless for a mere second before capturing her in his arms. "What?" he asked surprised with her wordless answer.

"Of course I do!" she moaned and as she looked up at him he saw single tears roll down her cheeks. "I thought you might not want me!" He stared at her confused. Why ever we he not want her? "I thought you might not since Professor McGonagall knows now, I don't want you getting into trouble! And I've been such bother so far that..."

He silenced her with a kiss, "Silly girl."

Ignoring the insult Hermione hugged him tightly. "I never want to let you go!"

"Good!" he replied happily. "Because I will never let you out of my sight again."

Their happiness grew as they stood in each other's embrace. Others would have to change if they opposed them, because both Snape and Hermione knew there was no chance of separation.

They had braved danger, and gone to sacrifice themselves for each other. There was no love more pure.

And as Hermione stood with his arms around her she sighed. For an instance Hermione had seen Remus' face flash before her but looking into Snape's eyes she saw no reason of ever letting go.

In his own office Remus sat at his desk. His mind was burning with questions. And for a split second he realised his anger was almost jealously created. Rubbing his tired, scarred face he sat back and stared up at the roof. What was happening to him? He chuckled to himself, 'maybe am falling for her too.' His face dropped as he thought over it then laughed louder, 'don't be daft! Must be tired old man!'

Closing his eyes he was soon to fall asleep but for anyone who saw him it would be plausible to say that doubt was laced in his features much the same way as her face was laced in his mind.

Authors Notes: Sorry my lovely readers but I fell out with this story! So for now I have ended it like this..HOWEVER there's a huge chance I'll return to it and pick up on the possibility of a slight jealous Remus being added into the equation.. And who knows where Hermione's betraying thoughts will take her. But for now I'm moving onto a different story