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Don't Speak

Hermione POV

It's been...hmm..six months, eleven days, six hours, and nine minutes since he told me we were over. It has been four minutes since I last thought of him.

You and me

We used to be together

Everyday together always

I really feel

That I'm losing my best friend

I can't believe

This could be the end

It looks as though you're letting go

And if it's real

Well I don't want to know

I remember the break up like it was yesterday. We were in his chambers. As dark and dank as they seemed, I found them rather romantic. Perhaps it was because of all the memories we had shared thereour first kiss (one month after my graduation), our first love confessions (three months into our relationship), the first time where we...slept together (nearly a year in), and so many other important things had happened there, not just romantically. I knew something had been troubling him lately. He was distant, lost interest in sex (unlike any man I knew), and he would request a lot of time alone. Somehow I think I knew that when he called me to his chambers that day, something horrible would happen.

He didn't beat around the bush. "Hermione, we can't see each other anymore." No explanation, nothing. He simply requested that I leave him alone, and to please not contact himever. With tears rivulating down my face I did as he asked. I haven't seen him since then.

Don't speak

I know just what you're saying

So please stop explaining

Don't tell me cause it hurts

Don't speak

I know what you're thinking

I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me cause it hurts

I thought I caught a glimpse of long black hair as I entered Flourish and Bott's in Diagon Alley. I assumed I was mistaken, it wouldn't be the first time I thought I saw him. I perused the seemingly endless aisle of quills and parchment, that boasted everything from Exploding Parchment, to Disguising Quills. There it was again, that black hair, it was easily distinguishable, especially when the owner's height gave him at least a head over the other customers in the store. Then he turned around.

Our memories

Well, they can be inviting

But some are altogether

Mighty frightening

As we die, both you and I

With my head in my hands

I sit and cry

It was him. I could feel the sheer horror freezing my blood. I turned away immediately, hoping against hope that he hadn't seen me. The color rose in my cheeks, I had been blatantly staring at him for Merlin knows how long. I scurried towards the door keeping my head down, until I knocked into a young boy of about twelve...he must have been buying school supplies. I bent over to help him collect his parcels, I saw a shadow looming over me. He was close enough to me that I could smell his cologne, my favorite kind, a little minty with a little bit of a clean-scrubbed scent. Oh sweet Merlin...he's watching me.

Don't speak

I know just what you're saying

So please stop explaining

Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)

Don't speak

I know what you're thinking

I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me cause it hurts

I turned to stood up and found myself nose-to-chest with my ex. I looked up slowly, to see him looking down disdainfully. "Excuse me. You are in my way," he muttered, still lacking the curtiosy to acknowledge me.

"Forgive me Severus, some of us have the manners to help others we may have hurt." My voice is cold, my words calculated.

"Hermione, don't be like this." His tone changes immediately, to apologetic. "Why don't we get some tea or the like, my treat?"

As badly as I want to scream "No you evil bastard! You hurt me! Do you know how many nights I've cried over YOU!" But instead I smile sweetly, and say "Sure. Sounds great." Great. Right. Having tea with the man I hate, and the man I love, yet only with one man.

It's all ending

I gotta stop pretending who we are...

You and me I can see us dying...are we?

I suppose you could call our conversation awkward. But that's obvious, after all, any conversation with someone who was important even key to your life, but now is not is bound to be a little difficult.

I began our catching-up. "So, I got the Medi-Witch position at St. Mungo's."

He replied. "I didn't doubt you would. You're extremely talented Hermione."

I blushed, as I always did when he complimented me. The blush intensified when I felt his foot carressing mine underneath the table. "Uh, you, haven't, um, told me anything about you?" I feebly attempted to draw his attention away from me.

"There's not much to tell," he purred in that intoxicating voice of his. "I'm still the Potions Master at Hogwarts. I'm still alive." His foot hadn't left mine yet. Why didn't I just draw back? Because I could physically not. "But I think we should return to my place to continue our discussion...in private." The look in his eyes, and the proximity in which he had placed himself to me indicated he had no intention of discussing anything.

"Sure." Oh no. No, no, no! I heard the seduction in my voice. I was supposed to say "No thank you, you've screwed up my life fine thank you." But now we are at his place. Those sexily mysterious dark chambers that I once called home.

Don't speak

I know just what you're saying

So please stop explaining

Don't tell me cause it hurts

Don't speak

I know what you're thinking

I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me cause it hurts

Don't tell me cause it hurts!

I know what you're saying

So please stop explaining

He kissed me. That's all it took for me to forget all ideas of leaving. The lips that I had lusted after for the past six months were finally touching mine. It was my idea of perfection. So was every beautiful act we performed on each other's bodies after that kiss.

Don't speak,

don't speak,

don't speak,

oh I know what you're thinking

And I don't need your reasons

I know you're good,

I know you're good,

I know you're real good

Oh, la la la la la la La la la la la la

Don't, Don't, uh-huh Hush, hush darlin'

Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush

don't tell me tell me cause it hurts

Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin'

The next morning, I awoke before he did. At first I was confused to wake up in his room, then the memories of yesterday's events came flooding back. Ohhhhhh no. I did NOT just sleep with him. I looked under the dark green blanket and sure enough, we were both naked. I knew I could not bear to be here when he woke up, so I dressed quietly, cast a few charms on my hair to give it less of that bed-head look.

And I left him. No note, nothing. I decided it would be easier that way.

Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts

A/N: I think I'll wait a little while to upload Sev's POV to this, depending on how you guys like it. (hintREVIEWhint)