No…
It could not be. It just couldn't. Not her.
“Potter,” he hissed. “Get her to the hospital wing. The rest of you, out. Out! Out!” he snapped.
Nobody needed to be told twice.
The classroom was empty in a blink of an eye, but Severus still stood where he was, staring at the floor. He was completely numb.
He found his soulmate.
Notes:
I stole Hermione from my other story, so nothing about her background is explained here, but in the context of this particular plot line it's not important. If you're curious about what the hell happened to her — you're welcome to read “Please”, if not, this story is a definite stand-alone, so you aren't really missing anything. The only reason I did the — shall we say — borrowing, lol, is to save myself time. Although there is a great number of teacher/student (apprentice/mentor or any other type) Snamione fics where she's barely of age and worries about her exams and whatnot that I absolutely love (“A Solitary Man” included), the aged up trope is my personal preference, so I usually choose to write them this way. Consider it a quirk, lol.
The rating is for language.
On to the story!
Dedication:
First. The inspiration to write this one-shot jumped on me while I was reading “A Solitary Man” — one of the stories, posted on AO3, by amazing dark_tides, which I highly recommend to you guys! However, the two stories have but one thing in common, and only very generally. What that thing is you'd have to find out by yourselves! XD
That's the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53254171
Second. Dark_tides very kindly agreed to beta-read this story, for which she has my eternal gratitude!