Hermione approached the headmasters office slowly, stopping to remember the old times. When Dumbledore would be sat behind his desk, offering her a sherbet lemon... Just a faded memory now. He was never coming back, not really.

Severus watched her as she entered the room with her head hanging low, that was not the Hermione Granger he knew, and detested. She was a shell of herself, she had lost so much weight, he couldn't help but feel something deep inside. Worry? pain? He couldn't quite put his finger on it, and he didn't want to in honesty.

"Miss Granger...." He began. "Yes Professor Snape." Hermione spoke softly, not removing her eyes front the cold hard ground. "LOOK AT ME GIRL!" He snapped in frustration at her lack of manners, she looked up and her eyes met his. He was met by eyes that were normally bright and shiny orbs of Amber but were now cold, flat, emotionless... Dead.

Severus was speechless, the sight of the girl before him shook his very soul. He saw her pain, he saw her scars, he saw the black ash that was all that remained of her fire. And worse of all, worse than all of that... He saw himself.
Hermione Granger had become a mirror image of himself, such beauty lost... And he refused to accept it for she was way too perfect to deserve his fate.

"What has happened to you?" He asked trying to sound as disinterested as possible. He could tell however, just how vulnerable he seemed towards her, and it made him feel awkward. He knew his voice was so much more gentle than he had initially hoped for. "What is this about Professor? why am I here?" She replied, ignoring his question completely and instead throwing one of her own into the mix.

"Miss Granger, you are quite obviously suffering in some way. I only wish to assist you in re..."
"I don't require any assistance, now is that all you wanted to speak to me about?" Hermione spoke icily, something Severus recognised only too well. "Yes, yes it is. As I seem to be getting nowhere I guess there is little else to say." He said sadly, leaning back in his chair.

Hermione rose from her seat and left his office, slamming the door behind her. He sighed and took his forehead in his hands, 'All I want is to help you... Why must you make it so difficult?' He thought to himself, then it clicked. He had been on the receiving end of those very words before...

From Albus.
And he too refused any help.