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She’s now just the shell of what she used to be. Her once vibrant brown hair now lays flat and lifeless. The brown eyes that could tell a story of happiness and friendship have long since faded.

She’s left school and no longer a girl but a young woman of eighteen. Her world came crashing down that fatal day of the final battle. Her friends had all fallen and for what? Peace for all the rest?

It didn’t seem right.

She had given up her job at the Ministry and now stayed at a unfit flat near London.

Night was the best time in which the darkness could hide the bruises that covered her pale face and the lifeless eyes that were nothing. She would walk to a park where every night a man sat on one of the faded brown benches.

He would talk to her but not turn around to show his face. She assumed he was just as embarrassed about his looks as she was about hers.

He seemed so familiar, almost as if she knew him but the days of school had been erased from her fragile mind. She didn’t want any part of what had taken her friends and family away.

She smiled as she stepped into the park and saw him sitting on the bench as always. The man that she could tell had black hair that just reached his shoulders. She was curious now as to why he was hiding in the shadows. She was even more curious as to who he was.

The bench faced the front so she sat behind it with her back to it. This was their normal every night visit. She could relate very much to the mysterious man.

You come out at night That's when the energy comes And the dark side's light And the vampires roam

“Good evening” She greeted and felt her sore throat start to burn in pain again.

She ignored it constantly. She wanted to know who this man was. To speak to him. She had ran away to this place months ago and there he was. Willing to talk to her but not willing to show his face.
“Good evening” He replied in the same dull lifeless tone.

“How was your day?” She asked as she straightened up and sat indian style behind the bench.

“Mine was rather good for once. How about you?”

“Same as always. Me just spending the day in my flat trying to write more of my poems”

“Before I forget” He said as he reached beside his self and grabbed a brown paper bag. “Here”

He held out to the side and she didn’t turn, she simply knew where he was holding the bag and took it. She opened it and found a cupcake decorated with different colored swirls and hearts.

“Thanks” She said with a smile on her pale lips.

“I saw it at the bakery today and I thought you’d like it. You’re welcome”

You strut your rasta wear And your suicide poem And a cross from a faith that died Before Jesus came, You're building a mystery

As the wind quickened she pulled her sweater closer to her frail body and sat the paper bag with the cupcake in it in front of her.

It may be something small but she thought of it as a gift from a new found friend. Not even a friend for even though she has yet to figure out who he is she has fallen for him.

“Shall we continue from what we were talking about yesterday?”

“All right.”

“Well like I was saying before you had to get home, I never meant for it all to happen. I lived in a home that was far from a happy one. My parents never once got along. I grew up to be someone I never dreamt I would be. I followed this person because I he said he would protect me. I made such a huge mistake”

“That’s horrible. I feel so lucky now that I had my parents for as long as I did. They were always there for me when I needed them.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to them?”

You live in a church Where you sleep with voodoo dolls And you won't give up the search For the ghosts in the halls


“They died in a war. Both killed by the enemy. My two best friends and many others I knew were killed too.”
“I’m so sorry”

“It’s ok. I just keep telling myself they’re somewhere better then this place”

“That’s a wonderful way to think of it”

“Is it? I always felt so dumb when I said it”

“It’s not dumb at all. If it’s what you believe then it’s never dumb”

She smiled at his kind words and then asked her own question that came to mind.

You wear sandals in the snow And a smile that won't wash away, Can you look out the window Without your shadow getting in the way?

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course”

“Have you ever lost anyone you really care about”

“I did. Of course I had a reputation to keep up at school and so I had to act rude toward him. He was still a friend to me no matter how many pranks he played on me. Him and his wife were murdered by the man I used to follow. They had a son but he survived”

She was surprised at his words and felt bad at the same time. It sounded so familiar to her. Could he possibly be talking about...no..he can’t be.

“What were their names?”

“It doesn’t matter, besides it’s too painful to speak of them”

“I’m sorry I asked” She replied with a apologetic look on her face even though he couldn’t see it.

You're so beautiful With an edge and charm but so careful When I'm in your arms, Cause you're working Building a mystery, Holding on and holding it in, Yeah you're working Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully


“Don’t be. You’re just curious”

“Will I ever know who you are?”

“You will”

She thought over if she should tell him how she felt. It was dumb. Completely dumb. She had only spoken to him for a few months, never seen his face but she had fallen for him. Him and his mysterious ways. He hadn’t told her his name, he only told her to call him Sev. She told him to call her Mi (pronounced my). It was a mysterious way to talk to someone but it made it all that more exciting.

You woke up screaming aloud, A prayer from your secret god, You feed off our fears And hold back your tears, oh Give us a tantrum And a know it all grin Just when we need one When the evening's thin

“Hey Sev”

“Yeah?”

“What would you say if...if I told you that I’ve...” She paused, hesitating if she should even tell him.

How dumb would it sound?

“Mi?”

You're a beautiful, A beautiful f***ed up man, You're setting up your Razor wire shrine

“If I told you I think I’ve fallen for you”

“Well I would say that I’ve fallen for you too”

She had closed her eyes in preparation for his response but when he answer she nearly jumped. She was beyond surprise. She expected him to say how dumb that sounded but he didn’t.

“Really?” She asked to make sure she had heard right.

“Really”

Silence parted their words she sat waiting for him to answer, thinking of what to say even to him was her own worry.

He stood up and held out his for her to take. She did but she remained behind him.

“Do you trust me?”

“I do”

“Then close your eyes” He whispered.

She closed her eyes and felt herself being guided toward him.

Cause you're working Building a mystery, Holding on and holding it in, Yeah you're working Building a mystery And choosing so carefully

She felt he was close and her skipped madly. Even louder to her. She did trust him, she had always trusted the mysterious man who she spoke her secrets to. It seemed he felt the same way.

She was surprised when she felt his grip on her hand tighten but so much that it frightened her. He brought his lips down on hers carefully and this time she wasn’t so surprised. She kissed him back as gently as he had kissed her. In a caring way that she hadn’t felt in so long.

“Open your eyes” He whispered against her lips.

She opened her eyes and smiled. She wasn’t surprised to find Severus Snape standing in front of her. She wasn’t surprised that he had been him who knew how to make her smile, to make her feel a new kind of hope.

He looked at her with a worried expression, as if he was worried she would run from him. She smiled and saw his worried expression soften.

He knew she didn’t fear him. He knew she cared.

You're building a mystery

A/N—Lyrics are to Sarah McLachlan(sp?), Building A Mystery. Just clarifying some things. Hermione is eighteen as it is stated and Severus is no longer a teacher at Hogwarts or anywhere for that matter. Please don’t review rude comments, if you don’t care for this pairing then don’t read. For those who do please review and tell me what you think. Thanks.

Best Wishes,

Morana

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