Time lost. ...EPILOGUE UP!

I am abbreviating and highlighting only certain pertinent events. Hopefully, HOPEFULLY you have all read the books and can fill in the blanks.

Warning, my grammar/typos may be worse with this one because I am hurt and on vic's right now. Stupid teeth.

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The end of the fourth year was terrible and brought with it the familiar haunting call of Voldemort’s intentions. A student was dead and the wizarding world was thrown into upheaval.

Everything changed for the worse. Fifth year began and already Dumbledore had cast Snape into the role of spy once again. Some numbskull came from the Ministry and succeeded in destroying any progress for the students in the fifth year. Hermione was aging rapidly and soon it became near impossible to be around her without wanting her constantly. The result of this ended in short and cruel encounters that made Severus want to throttle Dumbledore and the little witch.

Snape unbeknownst to the students aided the D.A. in their secretive meetings by distracting Draco and his cronies with tedious work requests quite frequently. Hermione almost caught him once. It was easy enough to correct her impression of his actions. However, Snape vowed to be more careful in the future.

Sixth year… Sixth year was mind-blowingly hard. To start, Snape met up with Narcissa Malfoy. The meeting was memorable. It followed by breaking his promise to himself never to take an Oath again.

Narcissa Malfoy use to be a beautiful woman. Now she looked as though a strong gust of wind would shatter her. The subject of a lifetime of abuse by her bastard husband and her brainwashed arrogant little boy, Snape found it hard to deny her anything. The signs of abuse still fresh in her eyes, Snape saw a bit of Hermione that long ago night and in a moment of weakness, acquiesced to her request.

The oath was simple enough. To protect Draco in the task that the Dark Lord had given him, and kill Dumbledore if he failed to do it. Considering that Dumbledore had already asked him to prevent Draco from doing this terrible thing, it was not much of a hard request. Except it involved killing his long time mentor and friend.


Snape agreed to Dumbledore’s request to teach the Dark Arts that year, though truthfully it no longer fit his skin. Dumbledore felt it was necessary to properly teach the students to defend themselves, since the war was already afoot and all the other Professors had bungled it up in some way.

The problem began apparent when Harry Potter saw him kill Dumbledore. The idiot boy was probably meant too. Dumbledore was a cagey bastard. It was definitely intentional.


Luckily, Snape had followed Voldemort’s decree and with the influx of the Ministry Officials under the Imperius Curse, he was settled into the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts during the seventh year.

Snape had been keeping tabs on Hermione throughout the years, always ensuring that she never fell to harms way. Snape rationalized this as being prudent and it was clearly the only way to keep a tab on the boys at the same time. Hermione was rarely without her friends.

This proved difficult after Dumbledore’s death when the trio scattered to the four winds for the summer. Snape cast a simple scrying enchantment on Dumbledore’s copy of ‘Tales of Beedle the Bard’. Snape knew Dumbledore had left it to her in his will. Knowing Ms. Granger, she would take it with her everywhere.

Snape knew the moment Hermione had it in her hands. He saw Scrimgeour give it to her. Snape had very limited expectations for the future. He knew that soon he would die, either as a Death Eater traitor, or by Voldemort’s hands for being a spy.

Snape had long since accepted this fact about his life. But one thing nagged him throughout the agonizing years of watching Hermione grow up. She obviously hated him and knew that he killed Dumbledore. Why would she bother with him at all? Why fall in love with him, as a teenager? Besides, it wasn’t bloody fair. Snape didn’t want to die, not without being allowed to touch her one more time.

Snape knew that his opportunity was now. The Weasley wedding was fast approaching and strangers ran rampant in and out of the house. Snape reasoned that at least he could see her then. Be close to her. Smell her hair.

Snape felt like a damned lunatic.

Snape decided to put his plan into action. Strangely and scarily it was relatively easy.
Snape grabbed his polyjuice potion supplies and copped a couple of hairs that he had meticulously saved for just an occasion and went out into the night.

Snape approached the Burrow in stealth mode. To be safe, Snape already ingested the Polyjuice potion and was now a stocky youthful redhead with far too many freckles for his own good. Sneaking into the back door was alarmingly simply. Why not just invite a DEATHEATER inside?? Shesh. Well, technically that is what they did.

Snape made his way up the stairs. He knew from his charm that Hermione was technically in the attic talking to the moron twins, but she was bunked with Ginny Weasley.

The fourth step up creaked loudly and he felt his breath suck in. Snape froze and he heard Ron distinctly say “ Probably just Charlie, now Mum’s asleep, sneaking off to regrow his hair.”

Snape heard Hermione respond. “All the same, we should get to bed,” whispered Hermione. “It wouldn’t do to oversleep tomorrow.”

Snape could hear the sounds of the teenagers slipping back down the stairs from the attic.

First Ron and Harry moved slowly to their room. Snape was disgusted by how much noise they made. Not exactly stealthy, were they?

Finally after the bedroom door closed, Snape heard Hermione making her way down the stairs carrying her book. Snape grabbed her and placed his hand over her mouth.

Hermione gave a little shriek but when she felt Ron holding her, firmly she exhaled slowly. Snape/Ron guided Hermione back up the stairs, motioning for her to be quiet and follow him. He turned and shut the door and warded it with a silencing charm.

Hermione watched his quick and skillful casting with impress. “ You’ve improved over the summer, Ron. That was quick good.”

Snape smirked inwardly at that. “Yes, well…” Snape looked around the attic for a long moment before returning his gaze back to Hermione.

Hermione had a somewhat patronizing smile on her face and she placed a hand on her hip.

“Ronald Weasley… What are you doing? You know as well as I that we have to get up extraordinarily early tomorrow.” Hermione smiled warmly at him.

Snape basked in that glow. Momentarily disconcerted by her sleepy bedroom eyes and her messy hair, Snape stepped closer to her closing the distance between them.

Hermione felt slightly dizzy from Ron’s close contact. The heat in his eyes was not her imagination. Never had he looked at her so intensely. Hermione wet her lips thoughtfully as she could smell the pleasant aroma of sandalwood and something else… She couldn’t put her finger on it.

Snape stared up into Hermione’s loving gaze and suddenly he hated Ron Weasley more then anyone else in his life. Snape/Ron grabbed her by the arms and pulled her forcefully to him.

Hermione blinked and Snape/Ron crashed down on her mouth, kissing her intensely.
Ron’s tongue flicked lazily into her mouth, probing, caressing slowly and possessively. Hermione felt like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs as Ron slowly backed her into the wall. His hands moving around her as he slowly caressed her back.

Hermione shuddered in pleasure as he entangled his fingers through her hair, pulling it from its messy ponytail. Ron moaned as he felt the loose curls fall around her and he pulled her closer to him, still devouring her mouth until she pushed him back from her to finally breath.

“ Merlin, Ron, what is with you tonight?” Hermione panted and her lips were swollen from his kiss. Her hand unconsciously touched her mouth and she stared darkly at him with lust.

Snape groaned at her innocent expression. Snape decided he was a complete dunderhead.

Hermione was a virgin when he slept with her. Snape couldn’t possibly do anything.
Not mention this was completely and morally unethical. Not that it bothered him in the least. Snape wet his own lips, staring at Hermione’s mouth. He could feel himself getting hard, but Ron was smaller then him so it felt disconcerting.

Snape swallowed hard and shrugged. “ I felt inspired by Phil’s wedding tomorrow.”

“Bill’s?” Hermione stared hard at him for a long moment.

Snape could have kicked himself. “That’s what I said.”

Hermione narrowed her gaze and looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. Ron had never kissed her like that in her entire LIFE. Something was very fishy. Hermione felt genuine fear for a moment, maybe this was one of Voldemort’s spies.

Snape saw the flicker of doubt in Hermione’s eyes and inwardly sighed. Bloody great. He looked down at his feet and shuffled Weasley’s legs. Gods know he has seen that Dunderhead do this enough times.

When Snape looked up he was eyelevel with the dangerous end of Granger’s wand.

“Who is the Quidditch Captain for the team in Romania that competed in the World Cup…” Granger rapped out sharply.

Snape brightened. An easy one. “ Michael Dunbar.”

Hermione smirked evilly at him and Snape felt himself getting hard as a brick. “In… 1945..?”

Oh bugger.




TBC..


First- The dialogue between the trio before the wedding is verbatim. Deathly Hallows. PG 135. Lucky for me, JKR left me a perfect opening. Whoopee!

On a side note. ----Sorry might be slower and more typos today. I am doped up on Vic’s.. Bad toothache.


LOVE, Rei.