Can I just say that Hermione and Severus are my OTP. When I found their ship for the first time, I was so excited, they're such a perfect couple. I've found so many good stories on here for them and I feel inspired to make my own.

Anyway, this is going to be long, if people want it to be, but I'm only as dedicated to my stories as my readers are, so please R&R! Thank you!

Takes place during 6th year.

Warnings: Language, Lemons, Violence, Dark Themes.

A little RonBASHING!


Disclaimer: I own nothing…unfortunately…

Severus Snape looked down at his arm, grimacing at the red throbbing of his Dark Mark. His summon had left him in an unstable state, and after apparating to the front gates of the castle, he collapsed in a heap of black robes. Though he tried his hardest to pick himself up off the damp ground, he was weak from the torture that the Dark Lord had so "graciously bestowed" on him. With no other choice, he sent his Patronus galloping up the grounds to the castle to retrieve help. He put his forehead down on the cool, wet grass, and tried not to retch at the nausea gripping his stomach. This was not the first, or worst of the torture he had endured from his fellow Death Eaters and the Dark Lord himself, and it was far less painful than his regular "transformations", but that didn't stop him from finally emptying the contents of his stomach on the ground. He groaned and rolled over on his side, cursing his job as Death Eater/Order spy. The title constantly put him a terrible position, having to not only endure the torture and various missions of the Dark Lord, but also the majority of the Order's mistrust and rumors. Quite few people actually trusted him, enough to count on one hand, yet if things were to go as Dumbledore had predicted to him, he would personally play a part as important as the Potter brat's, if not more.

He rolled over to retch again, but having already emptied his stomach, his body instead dry heaved. Suddenly the lights from the castle that had been reaching across the grounds were blocked by a figure standing directly in front of him, and the lights were replaced by the glow of his returned Patronus. He looked up and groaned in frustration.

"Of all people…" he muttered, shooting an accusing glare at his radiant doe, before she wisped away in the wind.

"Oh, shut up," Minerva snapped back, kneeling down next to him. "Can you stand?"

"I haven't had time to check, seeing as I've been convulsing on the ground for the last fifteen minutes," he replied bitterly.

Professor McGonagall said nothing, and instead hooked her arms under his and attempted to pull him up. Though he vocally refused this, he put up no resistance. He stood, putting most of his weight on her side as she supported him. They began to walk, making it about a hundred meters from the castle, before he collapsed with a hard thump. Minerva sighed as she looked down at his slender frame being wracked with shudders. He ground his teeth, keeping his jaw clamped tight as not to let a sound of the pain he be heard by his colleague. Despite his efforts, however, a small, uncharacteristic whimper escaped his mouth, which did not go unnoticed by his companion.

"Oh, Severus…" She had not realized how bad the situation was, as she had done this many times before. But now she felt helpless, knowing how stubborn the man before her was, especially when it came to anyone aiding him, even when he needed it badly. She and Severus had never quite gotten along together, being the Head of Houses that were complete opposites. Her pride, empathy, and strictness had always rivaled his snarky, sarcastic, bitterness. But seeing him collapsed before her, she felt her heartbreak a little for Severus Snape. She remembered when he was a student; he had always been quiet and reserved, observant and quite bright. But the war had taken its toll on him, especially when Lily Potter had died. And now, as another war loomed on the horizon, he looked absolutely spent. As she she shed an unseen tear for the broken professor at her feet, she forced herself to hold it together. She took out her wand and cast a Patronus, sending it for the only person she could think of who would be able to help. As she waited, she sat down next to her colleague, and tentatively touched his back; when he did not protest, she started to rub comforting circles there.

Severus did not have the energy to resist the persistent woman's babying of him. He stayed curled up in a ball, trying to fend off the aftereffects of the Cruciatus Curse. He closed his eyes and attempted to shut off all sounds, smells, feeling. He was biting down so hard, he began to hear ringing in his ears and almost didn't catch what McGonagall said.

"What did they do to you, Severus?"

He gave a bitter bark of laugh and opened his eyes, catching hers with dark amusement. "What didn't they do?"

She watched in sadness as he put his head back down. They both sat in silence, save Severus's labored breathing and Minerva's little, choked sobs, which she was not bothering to hide anymore. The sound of approaching footsteps on the damp grass made Professor McGonagall raise her head. She smiled in relief as he approached the collapsed professor. He did a quick once-over of Snape before squatting down and ruffling Severus's hair, hoping to get a reaction from his friend. Not disappointed, the Potions Master raised his head and growled.

"Touch me again Remus, and I'll hex you into the next century."

Lupin only laughed. "Let's get you up, Sev." He hooked his arms under his friends and pulled him up with ease, letting him support himself on his shoulder. They began their way to the castle, Minerva in tow.

The process was slow but eventually Severus found himself on his bed, in his quarters. Anxious whispers could be heard from the living room, and he rolled over, reaching in the nightstand drawer, withdrawing a vial of Headache Relief potion. He downed it in one gulp and dropped the empty vial on the bed next to him. He put his head down and waited for it to take effect.

Remus walked back into the room, seeing his friend face down on the bed, an empty vial next to him. He sighed and sat down next to his friend. "She's gone."

"Good," his reply muffled by the bed his face was pressed into.

"Are you okay?" Remus asked, tentatively.

"I'm bloody fantastic, and yourself?"

Lupin just sighed at this response. "You know where I am if you need anything, Severus."

The Potions Master merely grunted in response, already falling into much needed and welcomed sleep. He felt the weight leave the bed as his friend stood and exited the room. Just as Lupin reached the door, Snape spoke.

"Rem… thank you."

"You owe me, you bastard," Remus smirked and left his friend quarters.

Severus did not hear, however. He was sound asleep.

Hey guys! What did you think? This chapter was pretty short, sorry, I was in a rush. The rest of the chapters will be longer, way longer. Sorry, Hermione will come into play in the next chapter! PLEASE R&R ! IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME. Thanks, my lovelies!