A/N: Whoa chapter 50, and here I was a month ago believing this story will only reach a maximum of 30 chapters 😂⛰🌸

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😰😱Oh! And I really hope you won't hate me by the end of this chapter.🤯😳

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A dark raven man with shoulder length hair and mesmerizing obscure eyes discretely looked out a half-opened door, his gaze drifting through every corner of the hallway to ensure he was alone. Once the sounds of footsteps faded into the distance, he stepped foot out of the room and pulled along with him a young woman, before leaning forwards and kissing her lovingly.

"I'll see you later love," said the man - his husky voice like music to the amber-eyed woman who beamed at him.

Nodding back, she watched as he hurried away, disappearing behind the various medieval columns standing proudly throughout the castle. Now alone, the woman let out a quivering sigh, her smile fading into a painful expression - the flicker in her eyes now reflecting the torment and sadness caused by the conversation she had with her lover a few minutes ago.

The contained outrage and betrayal that radiated from his body hadn't gone unnoticed, yet for some reason, the feeling of being a prey to a dangerous creature had caused her whole body to lose her grip on her words. From rudeness to selfishness, she knew she had gone too far, her comments and taunting sarcasm had been nothing but despicable. Her heart ached at the notion that he had opened his heart to her - something uncommon for the Slytherin - however, it hadn't stopped her from containing her crude attitude from him.

Like a roller coaster, her relationship with the potion master had been nothing but an uncontrollably loving ride, with its ups and downs, but only making their love stronger.

In her own timeline, her relationship with him had been similar, with slight changes. Until his last breath, Severus Snape had been secretive - eluding questions and trying his hardest to distract her from his plans.

Walking down the path towards her morning class, the girl snorted, realising she had become what she spurned the most from her husband - tight-lipped. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise, she was now repeating what she had endured from her deceased husband with her lover.

Laughs and groans were heard as she approached the classroom, the door open - waiting for the remaining students to join their seats. Clenching her jaw, knowing she had to face him again, she rapidly joined her chair beside her friends - her head facing down.

"You are late Ms Granger," noted the professor, waiting for her usual apologies. Yet nothing. She stayed silent, her mind vagabonding away from this classroom in the hopes she could vanish, hide from his impressive glower. "Has a cat eating your tongue Ms Granger or have you clogged your ears?"

Feeling nudged from her left, Hermione rose her head up towards Harry who was pointing at the front of the classroom with his chin. Following everyone's attention, her eyes finally landed on Severus, a light gasp escaping from her constricted throat.

"Forgive me, professor," she finally mumbled, her tremulous voice not going unnoticed to Snape who raised a disconcerted eyebrow at the witch.

He hadn't wished to point his finger at her lateness, yet if he hadn't, he knew students would be talking - after all, he was not known for showing signs of mercy to his students, other than Slytherin.

Leaving her alone in the corridors had torn his heart, knowing deep down the misery she must be feeling after their row, yet the look on her face startled him. Her eyes were bloodshot, her lip quivering, her face paled and her chest rising and falling rapidly - her breathing uneasy.

Everyone waited for a nasty remark from the professor, yet all Severus thought about was hugging his lover. He hated his position at this instant, and new very well that his notorious come-backs were harsh and painful, and could possibly pain Hermione even more.

Feeling the conflicted looks from his Slytherin students, Severus took a deep breath and strode towards Hermione, his eyes never leaving hers - hoping through his gaze to convey a hidden message, for her and only her to understand.

"With the look on your face Ms Granger you should have gone to Ms Pomfrey, not to class," he snapped, before turning around - his cloak drifting behind him - following his every movement - and snickered, "my dear Snakes, I believe the chamber of secrets has reopened and Ms Granger here came face to face with the basilisk." Every Slytherin laughed, a few 'mudblood' insults were thrown her way, but it wasn't enough. "Next time make sure to get petrified instead of coming late to my class, I have no time to waste with pretentious know-it-alls that have no acquaintance with time."

Hermione's knuckles had turned white, her nails digging deep into her flesh, blood trickling from the spaces between her fingers. A part of her knew it was all an act, yet the other - more present - convinced her otherwise. The smirk and content in his face after belittling her in front of the whole class snapped her out of her trance, making her stand up abruptly from her chair - knocking it backwards, falling with a loud thud behind her - before smacking her hands flat onto the wooden desk.

"The only reason why I'm late professor is that I had a fight with my ex who thought wise to insult me infront of an entire class," her palm stung, her open cuts coming into contact with a few splinters on the table, but it didn't stop her, "now you," she snapped, turning her head around to face the Slytherin students on the opposite side of the class, "why don't you all go back to your Dark Lord and suck his dick like the good minions that you are! I might be a mudblood, but I would rather not taint by blood with the pure bullshit that's running through these disgusting veins of yours, tainted with the dark mark. You call yourself superior yet you bow to a man under fear instead of standing up for your sorry asses!"

Her face had turned red, the small vein in her forehead standing proudly before everyone's flabbergasted expressions, "you all hide behind this greasy git," Hermione continued, pointing at the frozen professor standing a few feet away from her, "knowing that without his revolting presence, you would be humiliated and walked on by every single student in this school. I'm so done with this teenage brutishness, I've seen enough and been through enough during the war to know where you all end, and let me tell you, dirt will be your new home!"

She felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted off her shoulders, causing her to laugh hysterically. Standing up to the Slytherin students who years after years humiliated and bullied her only made her euphoria stronger.

Uncontrollable, she grabbed her potion book a threw it to her professor, her eyes twinkling in evil, "I'm your world yet you have no issues breaking me and tearing me into million pieces in front of your little 'snakes'. You were right you know, you aren't like him, and truthfully, you'll never be like him!"

Harry had tried to stop her, yet could only hold onto her now swollen hands, his wand pointing at her cuts and mumbling a few healing spells as she verbally destroyed every single one of her targets. Ron, on the other hand, was smiling from ear to ear as she started her ranting, looking at Hermione with immense respect and fascination. Yet as her screams went on, he blanched at her mention of her relationship with the dungeon bat. She had been vague, yet it still grew a doubt in his mind, like everyone else's in the room. The chosen one had panicked, trying to pull on the girl's shirt repeatedly, but in vain, she had said everything sheltered her heart, and before he knew it, she had stormed off the classroom, leaving everyone gasping for air.

His eyes strayed to his professor, whose face was contorted in a mortified emotion, pain searing through his jet eyes. Taking a look at the Slytherins, all were halted on their spot, speechless. Slowly standing up from his chair, Harry went out of the class in the hopes of finding Hermione, knowing deep down she wouldn't snap without a valid reason.

Bestriding two steps at a time, Harry soon reached the top of the spiral staircase screaming after his friend, "Mione!"

Hearing the door of his classroom lock behind him, Harry paused and turned around, believing Ron had chased after him, yet the only sound that came out of the classroom at the far end of the spiral was Severus' mumbling.

Ignoring the pull of curiosity, Harry began searching for his friend. However, unbeknownst to him, Severus had his wand pointed at his students, tears streaming down his face as he whispered,

"Obliviate."

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A/N: Trouble in paradise. Something is going on for Hermione to lose control this way, but the question is why?🧐🤨🙈

🦁🐍Do you think she is right to be mad at Severus, or should she start questioning her own actions? Is she being too harsh on him, or do you believe something deeper is going on?

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🔔Some answers in the next chapters, 🕐

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