Time lost. ...EPILOGUE UP!

Draco Malfoy was reeling. Draco grabbed Anise and shook her.

“That’s not funny.” He growled at her.

Anise stared blurrily at him. He looked like a lethal golden panther. He also looked really angry. Anise wet her lips and stared down at his beautiful mouth that was set in a grim line now.

“I have never found my name to be particularly amusing.” She mumbled.

Draco released her. “That’s not possible. I have researched the Potter line. James Potter was an only child.” He smirked down at her.

Anise nodded to him and grabbed the bottle back to take a sip. “Yes. That’s true.”

Draco raised his eyebrow in annoyance. “Why did you lie to me?”

“I didn’t.” Anise handed the bottle back to him.

“You’re not making any sense.” Draco looked like he wanted to throttle her.

She smiled dreamily up at him thinking that he was so attractive when he was angry. Like some golden avenging angel of vigilance.

“I make perfect sense. You just are not listening to me.” Anise stretched and yawned. The effects of liquor coursing through her inexperienced veins. Draco’s eyes followed the line of her shirt and it rose up. Her flesh was smooth and creamy on her flat tight stomach. Draco saw her small breasts through the thinness of the shirt and he felt himself responding to the little pixie that was trying to make him insane.

Draco stared hard at Anise and turned her to face him. Her youthful face was flushed from the alcohol and her eyes were at half-mast. Thick beautiful eyelashes shaded emerald green eyes were paired with dramatic slanted eyebrows. Her luminous features were further softened by a cloud of soft tumbling black curls about her face. Her moist pink lips were lush and full. Draco stared hard at her before a soft breath escaped his mouth like a curse. “Impossible.”

Draco refused to accept that sitting across from him was the undeniable proof that he was going to fail in this mission. This startling girl would not be here if he succeeded. “No…” His whisper of anguish cut short when a pair of soft lips pressed into his own.

Draco felt warmth expand in his chest at Anise’s innocent kiss. He fiercely wrapped his arms around her pulling her into his lap. Draco’s hair fell to brush her cheek as he devoured her. Anise could feel his erection growing beneath her. She gasped for breath as they finally separated and she licked his bottom lip tentatively. Her pink tongue almost undid him.

Draco struggled to grasp some of that infamous Malfoy indifference but he could not find it. Her fingers delved into his hair and he found himself closing his eyes as she explored the silky locks.

“You have such beautiful hair Draco.” Anise whispered.

She licked complacently at the pulse in his neck. Her feather light kisses sent a rush of heat through his groin and he groaned before her words settled into his brain.

Her body had shifted to face him and she was now straddling him as she kissed his neck enthusiastically. Draco grabbed her wrists and pulled her back from him. He glared at her and Anise swallowed hard at the cold look that he had summoned.

Suddenly Anise wished she had listened to her father once, or hell even Uncle Ron. Draco Malfoy was a cold son of a beeswax according to them. Dangerous and unstable, slimy ferret… was the actual term. She never understood the ferret part. Draco was as far from a ferret as she could imagine. He was more like a sleek, savvy lion. Anise stared into his wintry gaze and she shivered suddenly.

“I never told you my name. Ever.” Draco said flatly.

Draco was beginning to feel nauseous inside. He could not be right about her. This could NOT be Potter’s little girl. He remembered the announcement with an acidic burn in his stomach. He searched mentally for a name. Lily Anne Potter? Or, Anise. He gripped her arms tighter and she winced but stared back defiantly at him.

“Everyone knows who you are when I am from.” She whispered.

Immediately she regretted it because the Draco from before withdrew and a cold stranger was in his place. Draco ducked his head and hair slid into place covering the scar. He had forgotten about it. Anise had not seemed to care about it. Regardless, if she was here then she was trying to stop him. She was a threat and she was his enemy's daughter. Draco stood up and Anise spilled out of his lap and fell to the ground.

“Your Harry Potter’s daughter.” He stated it flatly with disgust evident in his gaze.

Anise nodded slowly, wondering why everything was falling apart so fast. This was not how her dream went. It was supposed to be warm and intense and Draco was tender and fierce. Nothing was happening according to plan. Her buzz was dying a fast death and she felt cold suddenly.

Draco stood up and stared at her on the floor. Anise looked utterly disarmed and her dreamy look was being replaced by fear as he contemplated what to do with her. Why did she have to be so bloody beautiful? Draco shifts slightly and draws his wand.

“Accio wand.” Draco utterly softly and Anise’s wand flew to him and he caught it. His cold eyes slid back to her.

Draco settled himself back in the chair and pointed the wand at her. “Start talking. Fast.”



* * *

The next few days passed quickly enough and soon it was the night of the dance. Hermione had not seen a sign of Severus in her classes and she could only assume that he was working on the potion with a dogged concentration.

What little hope Hermione held that Severus was suffering from regret of what he had done to her, was gone. Severus had not attempted to contact her or indicate in any way that she was more then a one-night stand with tremendous benefits for him and the Dark Lord.

Hermione’s heart felt bruised inside. Her body was sore and she could not stop thinking about the way he felt inside her. Still all of this aside, she was still required to find a costume for the Halloween ball. Lily had taken her to Hogsmeade on a special trip to find something to wear.

In the clothing shop across from Honeydukes, she found a store with costumes in limited supply. Hermione searched through the closet and sighed. None of the costumes were her size.

Lily was determined though; she continued to search until she pulled out a jewel piece. “Weird, I wonder if this is a headset.” Lily untangled the costume and then gasped slightly. “Oh…. Um, this is the costume.” Hermione began to laugh.

The jeweled piece was similar to a Muggle bikini with scraps of see-through silk covering the jeweled bottoms and the top was clearly just the jeweled bra with glittering straps. Hermione gasped with laughter. “ Oh no, I can just imagine Se.. Sirius’s face. Forget it.”

Hermione went to throw the scrap of costume back when a dress caught her eyes. It was thin filmy gold and it split down the middle to a point. The material was held together by two straps about the waist where the hip and upper torso is. It was revealing but technically not vulgar. More, goddess-like then anything. Hermione held it up. “What do you think?” She modeled the revealing dress.

Lily nodded. “Perfect… risqué and just perfect.”

Hermione turned to face herself in the mirror and saw herself wearing the dress in her mind. She imagined Severus coming up behind her, pulling one of the shoulder ties down as he bit her shoulder. Hermione felt a shot of heat burned in between her legs.

Hermione’s head shot up as Lily said her name for the third time.

“Oh sorry, Yes... I want it.” Hermione paid for the dress.

Lily cast her a few strange looks. “Are you okay? You seem a little out of it.”

Hermione smiled slowly. “Just day dreaming. Let’s get ready for tonight.”

Lily walked with her back to Hogwarts. As soon as they reached Gryffindor Tower, noise could be heard everywhere. People were laughing and teasing each other. Lily and Hermione looked around bewildered at the excitement.

Lily grabbed Alice by the arm. “What’s going on?”

Alice grinned up at her. “Lucius Malfoy fell during the Quidditch Match this afternoon. He was trying to propose to Calum Henderson, You know the Beater. Calum freaked out and punched Malfoy in the face. Well anyway, then he tried to catch the snitch and then a bludger cracked him up the side of the head knocking him thirty feet to the ground! Gryffindor won!”

Lily burst out laughing. Hermione shrugged. “What’s so funny about that?”

“Calum is a boy!” Lily and Alice both said at the same time. Hermione laughed.

“Yeah I heard Malfoy is furious. Swears he was under the Imperius Curse.” James chimed in between them and Lily flushed looked at him. “Made it easy for me to get the Snitch in either case.” James tossed the Snitch up and caught it in the air. His gaze darted to Lily before looking back at Alice.

“Tonight’s going to be the best ever. See you later cutie.” James smiled to Alice and then tossed Lily a challenging look before darting off.

Lily’s face turned red with anger. “He thinks he is so great. What an arrogant thickhead.” Lily stormed off to the room with Alice following her. Hermione rolled her eyes and headed after them.

She had to get dressed for tonight. Sirius said he would meet her there at the dance. Hermione showered and perfumed herself. After using a straightening charm on her hair, the dark golden brown locks fell about her shoulders in long curled tendrils.

Pleased with the effect, Hermione applied dark makeup to her eyes, outlining them dramatically in kohl. Her lips were painted the color of blood. She looked like a Grecian Goddess. She was Medea if anyone asked. Not that they would know that Muggle legend.

The gown wrapped around her body and since it was so see-through, she wore only a silk slip to cover the objectionable parts. Her breasts tucked into the material tightly enough that she did not need a bra. She turned and looked in the mirror. She looked like someone else.

Hermione had to struggle to see the infuriating know-it-all she had been most of her life. Just a somewhat pleasing woman in a stunning dress.

If Severus saw her, he would have a heart attack probably. The gold color of the material gave her skin a pleasantly flushed look. Overall, good luck for her. If only it was Halloween everyday. Hermione rolled her eyes and walked out to find Lily and Alice.

“So guys… Guys?” Hermione saw they had already left.

She walked tentatively downstairs heading for the Ballroom. Excitement making butterflies in her stomach. Hermione swallowed hard and pushed the ballroom door open as the music poured out. Students were already dancing and it was full to the brim with different masqueraded people.

Hermione gasped as she had almost forgot the most important part. She unclasped her purse and withdrew a gold, glittering mask that covered her eyes and brows. Hermione hooked it on over her face and moved inside.

The ballroom was hot and crowded with students in various bright costumes. It was hard to tell who anyone was but eventually she recognized Lily’s fairy costume. Pushing past a band of ghouls she tapped Lily on the shoulder.

“Hey there.” Hermione smiled and Lily gasped staring at her costume.

“That’s positively decadent Hermione. Not to mention shamelessly see-through! I love it.” Lily’s eyes sparkled brightly and Hermione could tell she had started in on the spiked pumpkin juice.

“Where’s Alice?” Hermione grabbed a glass of the spiked punch and took a sip.

Lily waved slightly. “Off with THAT boy, somewhere.” Hermione spotted a Muggle comic book hero, Captain America dancing with Alice who was wearing a Snow White costume.

Lily drained her punch and poured herself another one. Hermione raised an eyebrow and was about to say something when someone grabbed her from behind picking her up.

Hermione shrieked and struggled until she heard Sirius laugh. “Got you now my pretty. You’re officially captured treasure now.” Sirius’s laughing dark eyes grinned as he set her down. Sirius was dressed as a Pirate, complete with the scabbard and earrings.

Hermione hit him in the chest playfully. “That was stupid. You could have untied my dress.”

“Later, luv.” He poured himself a drink and leaned on the wall next to them. “Evan’s you look pretty fresh tonight.” Sirius eyed her skimpy fairy costume with appreciation.

“Yeah too bad my date hasn’t show yet.” Lily mumbled into her drink. “Soon I’ll be wilted into a wall flower.”

Hermione watched Lily mope and turned to Sirius. “Hey, why don’t you dance with Lily once? I’m going to the loo to fix my dress.” She tugged the strap that Sirius loosened back up over her shoulder.

Sirius leaned in and brushed her cheek with his lips. “Okay, but don’t go too far. You’re my date.” He winked and grabbed Lily’s hand. “Let’s groove Evans.”

Hermione headed to the loo holding the strap up to her shoulder. Muscling her way through the crowd was hard and time consuming. She cut across to the outside to avoid the people. The gardens were lighted up for the occasion and spooky puffs of mist drifted about creepily.

Hogwarts was always a little scary but now it seemed positively creepy. Hermione shivered and wrapped her arms around herself as she headed to the other door leading inside where the bathrooms were. She rounded a large bit of shrubbery and was cut off by a masked man wearing dark robes.

Hermione apologized and walked around him but he sidestepped in front of her again. She felt a chill pass through her and she looked harder at the robes. Death Eater Robes. She froze staring at the robed figure and she felt her breath expel quicker.

“Please let me through.” Her voice quavered and she stared at the ground.

Severus stared down at Hermione through the Death Eater mask. A Slytherin joke of course. No one realized what they looked like underneath and those few that have seen the masks and understood what they meant, were either dead or one of them.

He was seething inside. He had seen Black putting his filthy paws all over her inside the Ball and he had seen red. He didn’t think that Hermione would try to leave the ball so quickly and was shocked to run into her out here.

Hermione looked beautiful and seductive. A goddess comes to life. The dress was see-through and Severus ached thinking of everybody part that was visible had been in his arms. He wanted her badly right now. His hand reached out and curled around her wrist. Severus's voice purred out from behind the mask. “Hello Lover.”

Severus stalks towards her, reminding her so much of his adult self that she consciously takes a step back from him. Her back hits the wall and she stops as he closes in on her.

“Severus?” Hermione says tremulously. She sounded nervous and he could not blame her. He had treated her cruelly that night in his bed. He reached a gloved hand up to her face and traced her bottom lip showing under the mask.

“Who did you think it was? Your other lover Black? You do not waste time, I will give you that.” His eyes glittered behind the mask. Hermione almost sobbed at the soft touch of his fingers on her mouth.

“You look like a whore tonight.” His voice was like silk as he murmured into her ear.

His eyes cut into her and he felt her body rigid beneath his own as he pressed her deeper into the wall. His erection pressing against her soft silky flesh that was teasingly covered. He grinned showing a flash of sharp white teeth as he ground himself against her hot center.

“Which is why, I won’t feel bad at all about what I plan to do to you right now.” Severus ground out and he slipped his robes apart covering her trembling frame with his robe and he parted her costume beneath the waist. He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around him as he teased her center with his ready erection.

“Tell me no. Say it, and I will let you leave to your dog.” His words spilled past his lips and sent shudders down Hermione’s spine. “Say it.” Severus hissed gently in her ear.

Meanwhile he pressed his cock up against her tight, wet hole. He took her silence as consent and he clamped a hand over her mouth as he shoved inside her.

Hermione sobbed with the dry rough entry but her body responded easily soaking him within seconds. He eased her body further up and pressed his full length in, stretching her deeply.

Hermione shuddered with pleasure as Severus began to pound mercilessly inside her, building, taking and pouring his rage into her hot wet center. They were there minutes, hours, decades merging together in the darkness.

Severus groaned as he heard people coming towards the door. Reluctantly he slammed into her one last time before releasing inside her. As Severus floods her womb, it pushes Hermione over the edge and she spasms, bucking with a multitude of orgasms. She bites Severus’s hand as she chokes back a scream, her body shivering as she tries to keep him inside her.

Severus growls and presses deeper into her, his hand muffling her breathing as the people move past them into the garden.

Hermione struggles to breathe regularly as Severus disengages them from each other. He pulls down her skirt almost tenderly and then closes his robes, tightening them.

Hermione stared across at him with a dazed look and Severus smirks. “Your mine witch. Remember, just mine.” He sweeps past her and back into the ballroom.

Hermione slides down the wall and collapses after he leaves. She knew her heart she would never find another man like Severus.

She could not let him die. She just couldn’t.

TBC.

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