Hello Everyone! This is my first post on fan fiction. I'm just an amateur writer who decided she wanted to play with Harry Potter and JK Rowling's amazing world. This is a Hermione/Severus story, so if thats weird to you , I'd advise you to leave now. I'm planning on there being some light lemons, ergo the M rating. I have outlined the entire story, so I do know exactly where I'm going, but if you have any ideas, I would LOVE to hear from you in the reviews. Who knows, maybe I'll use it in a future chapter! Also, I'd appreciate constructive criticism, but no flames please.

I do not own anything Harry Potter, only my plot ideas are my own.

Sit back, relax, and enjoy this slightly fluffy, very tragic story about two of the most amazing wizards of all time.

Hermione Granger took a deep breath as she placed the last of her newly bought robes into a trunk. Flicking her wand and muttering a shrinking spell, she then picked up the fist size trunk and placed it in her pocket. Glancing around her bedroom at Grimmauld place, Hermione sighed.

Everyone was still somewhat mad at her for not staying at the burrow all summer. It's not that she didn't enjoy being with the Weasleys, but every time she went there, it was as if you could feel the awkwardness bubbling from her. Her sudden relationship with Ron was short and… just short really.

Hermione always knew that a relationship with him would end quickly. She just could never connect with him well. He wasn't nearly as intelligent or mature as she needed a lover to be. She gave Ron the chance he begged for, but after a month of useless snogging and meaningless conversation, Hermione had to end it. Besides, her heart was in a different place….

Harry understood, thankfully. He gladly let her stay with him for the remainder of the summer. He had gotten engaged to Ginny in July and they would be getting married after she completed this last year at Hogwarts. Hermione wished she could have her happily ever after as well. But she knew that it wouldn't be a possibility with the way her stupid mind decided to go and how her life planned out…

Hermione shook her head and made her way through the hall and down the stairs. She didn't want to ruin her day by thinking negatively.

Harry sat on the dark colored sofa and was reading the Daily Prophet."Anything interesting?" Hermione asked him as she checked herself in a mirror for the last time.

Harry chuckled. "Of course not. Nothing ever happens anymore. There's nothing to write about except this useless crap by Rita Skeeter." He poked the moving page he was reading and scoffed.

Hermione hated the woman. All she did was twist every single word that came out of a person's mouth, and interpret all actions into some juicy bit of gossip. Ever since that woman's stunt in Hermione's fourth year, the mentioning of the reporter sent Hermione's skin crawling and her mouth begging to spew the foulest of curse words her brain knew of.

"I don't even want to know what she wrote today." Hermione spoke with fervor. "Last week she wrote a horrific article about me. She said that I completely shattered Ron's heart and was caught cheating on him with some other quidditch player."

Harry nodded, he must have read it as well. "Anyways, I don't need my day to be ruined by what ever she wrote. I have to get going, Harry. I have a teachers meeting tonight." Hermione spoke, somewhat lightened by the idea, soon to be realized dream, of teaching.

Harry stood and came over to Hermione. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around his best friend and spoke, "I'm really going to miss you, Hermione. I'd come back and finish up but…" His voice stopped.

"But it'd be too hard to be there." Hermione understood. The majority of seventh years couldn't go back, with all they witnessed it was just too difficult. But Hermione loved Hogwarts and battle scars or not, it was her home. "Well, enjoy your Auror training, Harry. I'm going to miss you too." Harry gave her a friendly kiss on the forehead; it felt like they were brother and sister rather than best friends.

"I'll write you a lot." Harry let go of Hermione and she opened the front door. She chuckled as she pulled her wand out of her robes pocket.

"You better." Then she did a quick spin on her heels and concentrated hard on apparating to Hogwarts. The feeling was still not normal to her. Every time she apparated she still felt strange for a few moments afterwards.

As her world had stopped moving again, Hermione looked at the front gates of Hogwarts. Memories suddenly flooded her every sense.

Flash back

Hermione ran frantically through the ruins of what used to be her safe haven. Now it was the graveyard to many of her loved ones. Running away from the castle, she headed towards the shrieking shack. Hermione was terrified of what she might see.

She recalled Voldemort casting the horrid spell upon Severus Snape: The man she'd had a crush on for years, but for the last two years had fallen completely over her heels for. Hermione knew he loathed her for being a know-it-all and a Gryffindor, but that didn't stop her from loving his intellect, his maturity, and yes, his looks and voice.

She remembered Professor Snape shielding her from Remus when he was uncontrollable in his werewolf form. Hermione knew that during that year she'd developed a crush on her dark teacher. She had complete faith in him when Harry accused Snape over and over in Sixth Year. And when it was said that Severus had killed Albus Dumbeldore, she knew that he did it for the light side. Hermione loved him that year, and seeing him get attacked by the evilest man on the planet and then bit by Nagini, she had to use everything she had not to fall to the floor gasping for air and sobbing.

While she ran, Hermione went over the spell The Dark Lord had used on Severus. It was a special spell, as was all his magic. The venom of the snake was similar. One couldn't just remove it or heal it over time. It had to be transferred. Maybe if she could just get some of the curse and venom out of him he'd have a chance…

She arrived at the shrieking shack and prayed in her heart to whoever was watching that they would spare him. She loved him…

Hermione entered the shack and held her breath as she reached the pale skinned, raven haired man. Immediately she dropped to her knees and sat in the blood that pooled near him. Fighting back tears, Hermione placed an ear on his chest, listening.

There was a faint pulse still there. She made a noise of gratitude that it wasn't too late. Pulling her wand out, she knew what she had to do… She learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts that some spells that you couldn't get rid of or canceled could still be transferred.

With a shaking hand, she placed her wand on his chest and spoke the words, " trans maldice."

End Flashback

Hermione didn't want to think about it anymore. She knew what would happen when she said those words, but she didn't know it would mean her life. Hermione took on some of her beloved Severus Snape's curse and venom. She knew it would bring pain, but not like this.

Madame Pomfrey told her the effects of her decision when she brought Severus back to the infirmary. Taking on his pain and suffering for him meant that she, Hermione Jean Granger, a nineteen-year-old witch who should have plenty of life to live, was going to die in a matter of years. But she would do it all over again if it meant he was safe.

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-Summer