Time lost. ...EPILOGUE UP!

The next few weeks passed quickly. Hermione had a remote plan in the makings but there were certain elements required that copious amounts of time in the restricted section. It was not the first time she wished she had Harry’s cloak since coming here.

Hermione tried repeatedly to convince Lily to give James a chance but she seemed strangely smitten with Frank Longbottom. Alice got distracted by her Potions homework so Hermione had very little time to spend talking her into dating her best friend’s beau. Not that it would not seem completely crazy for her to suggest it considering they were best friends.

Speaking of best friends, Hermione missed Ginny desperately right now.

Romance had always been Ginny’s specialty, not her’s.

Severus had some encounters with her mostly in class, but he seemed distracted by writing in his potions book. He was probably devising a new way to sacrifice her.

Hermione scowled glumly and stared down at the load of books as they blurred in front of her. Hiding in the library seemed to work. At least in the restricted section technically no one is supposed to be there.

Hermione heard her stomach growl and reluctantly she grabbed a copy of the ‘Jungle blood, a devotion to the Loa’ spell book and shoved back the rest of the books. She transfigured the cover of the book to reflect an Arthimancy workbook and headed out of the library to the Dining Hall.

Lily was sitting surrounding by the Marauders who talked animatedly. Hermione brightened at their excitement. Maybe Lily was starting to take her advice. Hermione sat down and tucked in.

“Hiya Granger. You totally missed the sight of a century.” Sirius grinned across at her as she bit into a piece of fish.

“Oh, what’s that? You mean I missed you actually picking up a book to study instead of creating huge amounts of chaos?” Hermione smirked at him and cut up her broccoli, only half-listening to him.

“I’m wounded Granger.” Sirius gave a mock frown with his hand over his heart. James rolled his eyes and Peter burst into the conversation with an excited squeak.

“No, we totally got one over on Snivellius! He was so ...so humiliated!” Peter choked with malicious laughter.

Lupin and Lily frowned at him across the table. “It wasn’t funny Peter.” Lily grinds out under her breath.

“These idiot boys were torturing him... They had him hanging upside down, showing off his underwear.” Lily flushes in anger. “Then Severus had the audacity to call me a Mudblood for defending him! I am never speaking to him again.”

James burst in. “We defended you Evans! That sniveling git should never have said that to you.”

Lily stared coldly at James. “He wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t had to defend him from you. This is entirely your fault, Potter!” She threw down her napkin and stormed out of the Dining Hall.

Hermione felt sick and she pushed her food away from her. “Excuse me.”

Hermione grabbed her book and headed out of the hall. It had happened. The infamous moment where Snape turns to the Dark Lord permanently out of shame and rage had happened. Feeling nauseous still, Hermione ran outside down the stairs towards the lake. Thoughts of her research vanished and she could not help but hug herself thinking of Severus.

Hermione recalled the bitter older Professor Snape and the rage she had felt when she heard the story from Harry. A tear slid down her face at the thought of the confused boy she now knew to the monstrous hero he would become later.

“Oh Merlin. Severus I’m sorry but I can’t change anything.” Hermione choked out pressing her face into her hands as she wept.

Severus Snape was fuming by the lake. Spending the last few hours practicing hexes on unsuspecting Gridleylows was hardly appeasing his rage. He stilled as someone came towards the lake. Some silly girl was sobbing her heart out. He thrust his hands in his inky black hair tugging at it. He hated Potter. Hated him. He MADE him do it. He made him call her a Mud… Darling, innocent Lily hated him now. It was all Potters fault.

Severus threw himself down on the rock resisting the urge to pull out his hair in frustration. He had not meant it. He felt so useless trying to fight them all and not fight, as he wanted too. This was his only safe haven from his father. If he hexed Potter, the way he craved to, it would result in expulsion. Arrogant prat does not know what the real world was like. Potter was probably was never yelled at by his father.

Severus stared at his bruised, bleeding knuckles. He had pounded the side of the rock to get out his frustration but the rage had still not abated.

A sob echoed by the lake and he made out a girl sitting by the rocks near the shore. He moved closer and the moonlight shone down on her face. It was Hermione Granger. He blinked as he heard her sob quietly and watched her press her face into her hands in despair.

Just another stupid Gryffindor, was crying for no reason. Well, Severus could give her a real reason. He still needed to verify whether she was worthwhile or not. He had not paid much attention to the girl lately, and still needed to verify her virginity.

With a dark scowl, he climbed over the rock and walked towards her.

“A weeping Gryffindor, quite a pleasing sight I might say.” Severus’s voice purred maliciously, as he stalked towards her.

Severus looked slightly wild in his contained anger and he was bleeding from his knuckles. He crouched down to look into Hermione’s face as she looked up in surprise.

Tracks of silvery tears ran in rivulets down her pale face. Huge brown eyes shined with anguish as she stared across at Severus’s dark rage-filled gaze. Hermione suddenly felt a shiver run down her spine as she considered what that unleashed rage that reflected in his eyes could mean for her.

Severus watched her shudder in front of him and it made him react. He grabbed her up to him and he captured her hands together.

“I repulse you now do I?” Severus demanded staring into her eyes, drowning her in the black obsidian depths of his rage. “Before you couldn’t stop wanting to tup me and now I disgust you?”

Severus smirked coldly and he released her wrists suddenly.” I can make you want me.”

Hermione whimpered from the sudden cold determination in his voice. He ripped her shirt down the front and exposed her to the night air.

“You want me even if you are disgusted by me.” His voice was oddly triumphant.

Severus had a strange look on his face as he pressed his mouth just above the outline of her bra. The air combined with the heat from his mouth, caused her nipples to react and they swelled painfully against the soft cotton of the bra. Hermione jerked back slightly and he moved to pin her against the rock with his hips.

“You’re not fighting me.” His words were flat and emotionless.

Hermione closed her eyes and wet her lips. He grabbed one of her hands and guided it down to his cock that was painfully hard under his robes.

She gasped from the feel of his size, she felt herself get wet, and her legs grew weak, as his mouth lowered to capture her nipple in his mouth through the bra. He hooked his fingertip into the top of her bra and tugged it down to reveal her plump breasts with swollen pink nipples.

“My god, you are beautiful witch.” He breathed the words onto her nipple and she whimpered in pleasure as he separated her legs with his thigh. “I could kiss you here… and here… forever.”

Severus accentuated his words, by suckling deeply at each nipple, while his thigh rubbed against the soft wet center between her legs. She wiggled against him shamelessly, allowing him to use her to vent his rage and let him forget his humiliation. His hands roamed across her flesh, smoothing, teasing and taunting until she felt like a quivering mass.

She choked and her fingers delved into his silky hair, drawing his head down to her chest as she pleaded with him through moans and cries to continue his exploration lower, to the center of her body which was wet with her need for this seductive, angry youth.

Severus grinned suddenly as he felt her pushing him down to his knees. He slide his hands under her skirt and tugged at her panties. “You are such an eager little Gryffindor.”

He pressed a kiss to her belly and then lowers to her hip. Hermione thought she was going to die from wanting him more. She arched her back pressing her hot wetness against his thigh but she struggled to say the words that would damn them both forever. She reached out for his pants and tried to slip her hand inside but he caught her.

“Oh no, little girl. Not yet.” Severus whispered silkily, a hint of the man behind the boy peeking through.

He smiled coldly at her before sliding his hand up to cup her sopping wet pussy. She shuddered, near to climax from that simple contact. She arched her back. He tugged on one nipple with his teeth, biting lightly until she moaned louder.

Severus spread her folds with his fingertips and he slid his finger inside of her hot wet center, crooning in her belly as he using his thumb to roll over her swollen clit. Hermione arched wildly as she orgasmed from the sensation. Severus gently thrust in a little harder to make her orgasm again.

She jerked as he hit a barrier and she whimpered in pain. Severus jerked back and grabbed her wrists hard.

“You’re a virgin? Why didn’t you tell me? Did you think I was a fool and I would not realize? Is this just a game for you?” He was deeply confused and hurt seeped from his very core.

He knew she reacted like an experienced lover. He had given up the idea of using her for the potion and had been glad for it.

Hermione yelped at the sudden pain from his forceful fingertips. “No, I’m sorry. I was embarrassed. I thought you would think I was a fool for it.”

Her embarrassment covered up the shock she felt.

Her mind worked wildly until she realized the potion restored her to her previous fifteen-year-old body when she was still a virgin. The irony was numbing.

“Please believe me. I just wanted you to like me.” Her quiet voice seemed to calm him as she tried to ignore the tight press of his fingertips.

“Please don’t be angry; I want you, only you.” She whispered again, soothingly.

Severus swallowed hard, staring down at her. His hands released her wrists and she rubbed them slowly.

“Why were you crying?” His voice barely sounds normal. He seems to be breathing harshly.

She closes her eyes taking a breath. “I missed my home a great deal.”

She offered no more explanation and he did not ask.

“We better get back before someone discovers us here.” Severus coldly stepped away from her and waved his wand. Her clothes repaired themselves.

“We shouldn’t let this happen again.” Severus said flatly. His eyes filled with a strange anguish in their black depths.

Hermione swallowed hard and turned away. “Okay.”

She watched him hesitate and then turn away, walking back to the castle.

Hermione’s mind was running a million miles a minute. He was going to do it. Save her for the potion. She needed to finish her research SOON. Otherwise, Hermione might be finished for all of time.