Hermione's Final Year

Title: Hermione’s Final Year
Author: Wickedswanz
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. I am just having a little fun.
Rating: N17
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Hermione leaned against the closed door and shut her eyes tight. Her breaths came hard and fast and her hand was pressed firmly against her heart. Sirius’ final goodbye rushed though her mind over and over. His lips so passionate and yet gentle on hers and that whispered word, “Goodbye.”

“Don’t you dare!” she scolded herself as she felt her heart flip-flop and her head becoming lighter, “Sirius is a player, a card carrying ladies man. You will not fall for him.” But even as she said the words she started feeling giddy and had to bite her lip to hold in the silly girlish giggle that was bubbling up.

She turned on her shower to a hot spray and stepped in, moaning with delight at the slight sting on her flesh. She let her mind wander over the night. Between them they had managed to only sneak in 3 hours sleep and that was broken up. They had spent hours exploring each other’s bodies and minds. Talking, joking, and touching through to the wee hours.

She had woken around midnight to hear him groaning beside her. She heard him say James’ name and call out in fear and anger. Understanding that he was having a nightmare, probably one he had often she whispered softly into his ear as she stroked his hair and face. “It’s alright honey, it’s all over now. You’re safe. You’re with me.”

He had calmed instantly, murmuring her name as his breathing became deep and even and he snuggled closer. “Mione…My angel…Don’t leave me.”

“Never. I’ll keep you safe sweetheart,” she whispered into his ear then dozed back off to sleep herself, only to wake again an hour later to the feel of his lips on hers and his hands stroking her face and hair.

Hermione shook her head to bring herself back to reality and raised her face to the hot spray. But even with her face in the hot water she could feel that goofy grin spreading.

Out of the shower and dry, Hermione wrapped a towel around her and sat in front of the mirror. There was a red, slightly bruised mark on her neck and her eyes fluttered closed as she remembered. He had been sitting up with her straddling him, his hardness buried deep within her, his mouth hot and demanding, kissing, nipping, and sucking every part of her flesh that he could reach as he brought her down over and over, thrusting deep and fast…

“Stop that,” she hissed at her reflection and snatched up her wand to heal the mark. But as she held her wand in place, the charm she needed at the front of her mind, she could not say the word. “Hermione, you have to do this. You can’t go walking around Hogwarts with a love bite so prominent on your neck. You are, after all, Head Girl.”

Her fingers tingled as she slid them over his mark. Without thinking she took a white, silk scarf from her draw and tied the cloth around her throat to cover it.

~*~*~*~

Finally dressed in her school robes, Hermione headed down to the Great Hall and sat on the Gryffindor table. It wasn’t long before she heard a door shut quietly behind her and turned to see Remus walking towards her, his pace slow and controlled. He had a pot of coffee in one hand and two cups in the other.

“Hello there stranger,” Remus said with a polite smile that was adorable as ever but somewhat strained.

“Good morning Professor. How did you sleep?” Hermione returned with a bright smile.

“As well as could be expected, I suppose.” He sat on the table next to her and filled both cups and handed her one.

She took a sip and smiled appreciatively. “You are still the Coffee God, Remus.”

His eyes warmed as he watched her drink. With a grin he lifted his cup slightly in toast to her then drank.

“You must be hungry, Hermione. I noticed that you missed dinner last night.”

“I am, starving.” She placed a hand on her stomach and made a desperate face before taking another sip of coffee.

“And the night before that.”

She shrugged, trying for nonchalance. “I skip meals a lot. Sometimes I just get carried away with the studying, but I always make it up at the next mealtime.”

“Hmm … yes, I heard Harry commenting once that he was worried you were working yourself too hard,” at her shocked expression he held up a hand to halt her, “I told him not to worry. And that it was just the way you work, I used to overwork myself as well, didn’t do me too much harm.”

“Well, thank you,” Hermione felt suddenly shy and took another sip from her cup so he wouldn’t notice.

Remus cleared his throat, “The only reason I brought it up is because I noticed that Sirius missed the last two dinners as well.”

Hermione looked at him quickly and couldn’t avoid his piercing eyes and set mouth, “Oh, really?”

“Hermione ...” his voice was dangerously low, and Hermione felt her breath catch when she saw his eyes darken.

She sighed and nodded resolutely, “So, I’m guessing that Professor Black hasn’t told you yet?”

“Told me?” his eyes widened and his face softened, as did his tone, “Oh no, sweetie I’m sorry,” he shook his head. “Sirius isn’t a bad man by any standards but sometimes he says things that might make a wonderful trusting young woman think…” but he was interrupted when she fell back on the table, laughing.

She had to cover her mouth to silence her laughing and found that she laughed even harder at his perplexed and mildly annoyed expression, “Remus, you need to stop now.” She sat up still giggling. “I’ll tell you everything, alright?”

He nodded, obviously confused, and Hermione told him the story of the last few days’ events. The Snape/Sirius Swap and how she worked it out and brewed the potion to put them to rights, careful to leave out the parts involving the trans-identity sex with both and that glorious final night with Sirius. By the end Remus’ face was red and the hall was filled with the sound of his laughter.

“Oh dear Merlin!” he managed to splutter out between giggles. “So she was in bed with Sirius and thinking about Snivellus?” he leaned against Hermione, who was shaking and laughing as well, “No wonder he’s been so quiet. His face must have been priceless when you told him.”

They were both so busy laughing and joking about the whole situation that they did not hear Sirius enter the room. It wasn’t until he angrily cleared his throat that the two pulled apart and looked back at him as seriously as they could manage through glistening eyes.

“Well isn’t this cozy,” Sirius sneered, glaring at Hermione.

“I’m sorry Sirius, but Remus here thought that we were having an illicit affair.”

“I never said that!” Remus indignantly said.

Hermione laughed again and leaned her head on his shoulder, “No, but you were thinking it pretty damn hard.” Remus silenced her with a piece of chocolate, which he pressed between her lips.

Sirius narrowed his eyes as he watched the pair before breaking into a broad grin and shaking his head, “I should be so bloody lucky, ‘Mione.” He threw her a wink before sitting next to Remus and conjuring his own cup of coffee, “Now Moony, how could you think that about our lovely Miss Granger, Head Girl, top of all her classes?” he asked jokingly, while he looked over Remus’ shoulder at Hermione. Their eyes caught for a moment and she watched in trepidation as he glanced quickly down at the scarf around her throat then back to her eyes. Hermione glared at him as his lips curled into a roguish grin.

She slapped Remus’ arm playfully, “Yeah, and that wasn’t very fair on Sirius either.” She grinned mischievously at the black haired animagus. “I mean I know the guy’s a perve, but he’s not a total deviant.” It was Sirius’ turn to glare at her and she responded with a wide smirk.

Hermione jumped to her feet and smiled at the two men. “Well now that, that’s all sorted, I should go and meet Ginny before breakfast.” She turned and then spun back. “Oh, and I’m taking Harry down to Hogsmeade on Sunday, Head Girl privilege,” she smirked, “You two will meet us for lunch, Right?”

Both men nodded and she left them alone with a smile.

Remus and Sirius sat in silence for a few moments before Remus turned to smirk at his friend, “Come on Padfoot, give an old man a break, and give me some credit.”

The other man groaned and fell back on the table, “I’m in big trouble Moony.” He opened one eye to see his old friend looking down, pensively, at him, “I adored her before this. She’s an incredibly talented witch and an amazing woman, and now …” he stopped to take a deep, shuddering breath.

Remus grinned knowingly, “So I’m guessing that she tastes just as good as she smells.”

Sirius sniggered and made a thumbs-up sign with his hand, “Fucking A.”

~*~*~

The day had been long and exhausting, and the last thing Hermione wanted to do was go to see Snape, alone in his office, but there was no getting out of this one. She was, after all Hermione, and when it came to her studies, everything else came second, including her personal feelings and issues with certain Potions Masters.

“Damn, damn, damn.” She muttered as she paced the grounds outside. The sounds of footsteps behind her made her spin around. “Harry,” she said with a slightly too bright smile, that he did not fall for in the least.

“Hermione, I’ve been watching you pace for half an hour, what’s the matter?” he said, concerned.

“I have to go see Snape about my 7th year project; do you know what you’re doing yours on by the way?”

“Don’t change the subject.” he said sternly.

“Well, that’s it, I have to go see him and I don’t want to.” She shrugged, trying to seem less afraid then she was.

“So then don’t. Go tomorrow or next week.” He grabbed her arm to stop her pacing and pulled her into a hug. “We have a whole year you know.”

Hermione settled into his arms willingly, calmed by the warm familiarly of her closest friend. “I have to go today or I won’t get the dungeon time I need,” she stepped back and kicked at a rock absently. “He’ll pick on me, call me a know-it-all.”

Harry chortled and stroked a hand down her face and shoulder, “Probably, he always does, but it never used to bother you this much. Herm’, are you sure this is all that’s bothering you?”

She smiled and nodded, “Yes, I’m fine Harry. Just…I don’t know I’m being stupid, I know. I’m a Gryffindor.” She stood taller. “I’ve dueled Lucius Malfoy and together we took down Voldermort.” She huffed out a breath and muttered, “And right now I’d prefer either.” She kissed Harry’s cheek and smiled warmly. “I’m alright Harry, just having one of those days, and if I don’t get this over with; I never will.”

Harry watched her go and shook his head. There was something defiantly wrong. Hermione wasn’t afraid of nearly anything, and even when she was, she was always the first to turn and face it with her head held high. He shook his head and silently cursed the man who had been the constant dark shadow over his time at Hogwarts.

~*~*~

“Enter.” The smoothly arrogant voice came from within the office and Hermione had to take another deep breath before doing as instructed.

“I’m sorry to disturb you Professor Snape,” she said, her voice squeaking more then she’d have liked, “but I have decided on my 7th year project and need to your approval and to book dungeon time.” She took a shuddering breath and at length met his eyes, repeating over and over in her mind. Just another day, just another normal day...

“Sit.” He snapped, and she did as he said, “You are aware that you have a whole year in which to complete this project, so there is no need to make this decision right now.”

She nodded, “I am sir, but I’ve been thinking about my 7th year project since 5th year and so am quite sure of my decision.” His thin lips quirked and for a moment she thought that he was going to smile but he pulled himself in so suddenly that she immediately put the motion down her imagination and possibly wishful thinking.

“Have you completed the required parchment on your topic?”

“Yes sir.” She quickly took the parchment out of her folder and handed it across the table to him and he took it with a nod.

Professor Snape read the first line then looked up sharply, “Wolfsbane Potion? Why have you chosen this?” His eyes bore into her as he spoke and she could almost feel the anger rising within his large, dark form.

“Well it’s all in the parchment, Professor.”

“Any moron can fill a parchment Miss Granger. This is a seriously complex potion, so tell me in your own words. Now.” he stood and walked to his cabinet. He pulled out a bottle and glass and pored himself a glass of orange liquid then turned back to glare at her.

Sitting up straighter and determined not to flag under his stare, she looked up at him stubbornly, “Three reasons actually. One, as you so often enjoy reminding me, I am a know-it-all and enjoy a challenge, this is, as they say in the muggle world, a doozie. Two, I think that a further study on the potion and possible improvements to it is a very relevant issue. Three, I happen to be very close friends with a Lycanthropy sufferer and that makes it personal.”

As she spoke she noticed his eyes drop to the scarf around her throat. His jaw clenched and his face turned to stone. Guessing the direction of his stare, Hermione unconsciously raised her hand to her throat and the mark Sirius had left on her. Realizing what she was doing, and what she was giving away, she quickly dropped her hand to her lap and held it firmly in place with the other.

“Get out, Miss Granger.” His voice was dangerously low and his eyes almost black.

“What? Professor I don’t…” but she didn’t finish as he quickly cut her off with his booming voice.

“Get out!” He took a breath as she quickly got to her feet and scampered to the door. “I will read through your proposal and inform you of my decision in the morning.”

Hermione nodded, her face a mask of confusion, but she didn’t pause to ask further questions and instead opened the door and left quietly. Once outside the office she smiled with relief that she had gotten out of there with only a minimum of humiliation. In fact he hadn’t acted differently towards her at all. Well not much.

A loud curse and a smashing sound from within the office made her jump, and from the sound itself she knew that he had just thrown his glass against a wall.

~*~*~

Three men stood in the courtyard, brooms in hand, waiting impatiently for the final member of their group to join them. Sirius was the first to spot her bounding towards them. The moment their eyes met she stopped running and stood still a moment while she straightened her mid-thigh length tartan skirt and white long sleeved shirt. The shirt fitted snugly over her full firm breasts and stopped just above the top of her skirt. Her hair was tied into a tight knot at the top of her head.

He glared at her hair and was surprised to see her give him a sly smile as she reached up and pulled out a pin to let it cascade down around her pretty face and shoulders. Harry and Remus were engrossed in a conversation about…something. To be honest he didn’t give a hippogriffs’ arse what they were discussing as his eyes drifted hungrily over her soft womanly curves, swaying hips, and smirking face. Minx

How easy would it be to just swing that delectable piece over his shoulder and carry her off into the dark forest? He could shove her hard against a tree rip off her panties and plunge his already throbbing cock into her tight, wet…

“Are you coming Sirius?”

He coughed, “Huh?” and looked around to see them all waiting for him, “Oh yeah.”

“Something on your mind Professor?” Hermione asked with a cheeky grin.

He gave her a wink, “Always, Angel.”

The four walked together out into the grounds but stopped suddenly when Hermione swung around and stood in front of them, one hand out.

“We, Gentlemen will not be flying.”

“Oh yes, we are.” Harry replied with a grin and shook his Fireboat under her nose.

“Oh no, we aren’t; I don’t fly and you know it.”

Sirius moved around and slung an arm over her shoulders, shifting his broom to his other shoulder. “Sure you do, Mione. You flew alright on Buckbeak.”

She pulled out of his embrace and turned on him sharply, “No I don’t and I screamed the whole time, remember?”

“Nope, now get on, Angel. I won’t let you fall.”

She gritted her teeth and placed her hands on her hips as she glared at the tall, dark haired wizard. “No.”

“Alright, alright,” Remus spoke up and stepped between the two, facing Hermione. “What do you suggest as an alternative, Hermione?”

She grinned triumphantly and poked her tongue at Sirius, over Remus’ shoulder, then turned, stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly. All three looked at her as though she had just lost her mind, but she simply smiled and pointed towards the forest. They all turned just in time to see a dented, blue Ford Anglia come crashing through the trees, over the snow covered path and skid to a stop in front of a rather proud looking Hermione.

“Isn’t that Mr. Weasley’s car?” Harry said his eyes wide, “How the hell did you get it to come to you?”

“Shotgun!” Remus yelled and ran to the front passenger seat. Both he and Sirius scuffled but Sirius fell and Remus climbed in with a smug chuckle. Still grumbling Sirius climbed into the back seat.

Harry and Hermione grinned at one another as they watched the other two.

Once everyone was belted in, Hermione turned back to Harry. “Arthur gave me a spell to call the car if I needed it after I got my license. It will come to me wherever I am in the world.” She threw him a wink and started the car.

The conversation flowed easily as she drove carefully over the slippery road towards Hogsmeade. Remus slid closer on the seat and asked question after question about what she was doing and what everything was. He pointed at one of the buttons near her door and inadvertently slid his hand over her thigh, so his long fingers rested just below her white panties. He quickly removed his hand and with a muttered apology.

Her flesh tingled from his touch and she noticed from the way he flexed his fingers at his side that he was feeling a similar sensation. They both cleared their throats and exchanged a shy smile, before rejoining the conversation. She scolded herself for her reaction to Remus’ touch. Damn, what the hell was wrong with her? Wasn’t her life complicated enough as it was? She snuck a look down at his long fingers and felt herself shiver with excitement. Guess not.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and felt Remus’ eyes on her. Her eyes flicked to his hand again and felt herself heat as they twitched under her gaze. She looked back at the road and tried to concentrate but the more she tried to think about the road the more her mind drifted to the feel of his fingers, drifting higher up her inner-thigh. Their eyes met again and Hermione shivered at the heat of his stare. She flicked out her tongue to dampen her dry lips and saw his eyes drop to her mouth.

“So Hermione,” Harry leaned forward and slapped his arms over her shoulders, “what were you looking so damn smug about earlier?”

“Oh! Yeah, I can’t believe I forgot.” Hermione laughed and threw Remus a lopsided smile and felt her cheeks flush when he winked.

“I um, I received a letter from Professor Snape this morning, that’s why I was a bit late.” She flicked a look over her shoulder to see Sirius’ clench his jaw. “He approved my 7th year research project.”

“Well he was bound to, wasn’t he?” Harry laughed and kissed the top of her head. “I don’t know what you were so nervous about.”

“Yeah, yeah, wait till it’s your turn, Potter.” Hermione maneuvered the car around the winding road. “Stuck in that dark, candlelit office, Potions Master breathing down your neck and glaring holes through you; while, you try desperately not to stutter or look away.” She took a shuddering breath and swallowed hard

Harry laughed and began to massage her shoulders as she drove, “You know, I was starting to think you were into that idea,” he spoke quietly into her ear.

Hermione huffed and picked up speed. “Who me? Stuck on that heartless, soulless, Jackass?” She let out a bitter laugh and slowed down. “I’d sooner get back together with Ron.”

~*~*~

As soon as they arrived at the Hog’s Head Pub a hand shot out and grabbed Hermione pulling her roughly to the side. Before her attacker had time to reveal his identity all three of her companions had their wands drawn and pointing at the hooded stranger.

“Let her go at once or we will not hesitate to take you down.” Sirius’ voice was deathly low and his eyes were nearly black as he glared at the man who held her arm. Hermione had never seen him so angry.

“Bloody hell, it’s just me.” The stranger said, his voice squeaking slightly as he pulled the hood back to reveal his face.

“Ferret.” Harry growled, and all three kept their wands out. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“And why are you skulking in the shadows?” Remus stepped forward, his eyes piercing and suspicious.

“I wasn’t skulking, I was waiting for Hermione. I just took her arm to gain her attention when you all wigged out.”

The three men kept quiet glaring at the younger Malfoy.

“Alright, well now that we have established that we are not in danger, maybe you three should go sit and order some drinks and food, hey?” She spoke calmly to her three guardians, trying not to show just how excited she was by their immediate reflex to protect her. They threw Draco another glare before smiling at Hermione and going to find a table.

She and Draco sat at a table in the corner and Hermione tried hard to ignore his knowing smirk. “Right lets get this over with,” she mumbled and passed him her envelope and he did the same.

~*~*~

From the table further over Harry, Sirius, and Remus all turned suddenly at the yell of: “You want me to what!?” from both Hermione and Draco.

“How the hell do you even know what Honey-Dust is?” Hermione jumped her feet and glared at Draco. “You are such a bloody perv.”

“He’ll rip out my throat with his teeth, Granger!” Draco was making rapid arm waves towards his throat as he yelled and glared back up at her, “with his teeth.”

Sirius grinned and took a drink. “Looks like an interesting week ahead then.”