Allo, cordyangel here. It's been so long! I'm reposting this fic, because I'm a perfectionist and while I had writer's block I decided to give this fic a makeover.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Not even the sexy Snape. Not yet anyways...

BIG WARNING! SPOILERS! If you haven't read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, don't read this! I won't be held responsible if you guys read this and then complain I ruined the ending for you.

Chapter 1: Don't Ruin the Scenery

The heart may freeze
Or it can burn
The pain will ease
If I can learn

There is no future
There is no past
I live this moment
As my last

-Another Day, RENT

The night was so thick, she could scarcely breathe. She felt as if there was a wet cloth over her mouth and whether her difficulty breathing could be attributed to the night air or her nerves was anyone's guess. She was betting on the latter though.

There was no turning back now, she had to find him. It had been a month since it'd happened and she'd been looking for him ever since. Tonight was the night, she vowed. She would find him tonight.

It'd been hell trying to track him down. Severus Snape wasn't an easy man to find. It wasn't as if she could ask anyone where he was, that would be far too suspicious. And if the Order knew where Snape was, he'd be dead by now. But slowly she'd pieced together a theory on where he was.

Suddenly, she doubled over. In her abdomen, there was an ache, like she'd been hit with a hammer. The air emptied her body and she choked desperately trying to draw in another breath. She'd been getting the pains for the past month and they were steadily growing worse and worse. She had to find him soon or she would die. Just another casualty in the war against evil. But she wasn't going to go without a fight.

Hopefully she wouldn't have to. She'd arrived. She was aware that, if she was wrong, she'd be killed. But the death would be momentary, much unlike the long; drawn out one she was suffering presently.

An old storage facility loomed over her. The paint was peeling and the whole structure was falling apart. This was how Snape had chosen to conceal his hideout? Hermione knocked on the door. An odd creeping sensation ran over Hermione, letting her know that Snape was scrying for her identity through the door. Slowly, it opened, just as Hermione felt another stab of pain and a funny lightheadedness come over her.

"Hello Professor." And with that, she crumpled to the ground.