Time lost. ...EPILOGUE UP!

The title is from the Violent Femmes song.





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Severus Snape was in serious danger of getting his balls hexed off.



Not the best place to be. Strangely enough the only way to get out of this is to know some asinine Neanderthal Quidditch players name.



He was screwed.



Snape tried to look appropriately thoughtful and he spoke with that dumb drawl of Weasley’s. “ Hmm… well, let’s see.”



Hermione glared. “ Cut the crap. Who are you? Ronald Weasley would know that answer in a second.”



Snape dropped the goofy tone and decided to play the scary factor. Snape allowed his very rich and unmistakable droll show through his words.



“Very well Ms. Granger. Twenty points from Gryffindor for failing to recognize a threat immediately, oh and ignoring the Ministries mandate to help you identify Death Eaters.” Snape spat icily at her.



Hermione’s jaw dropped and Severus grabbed her wand from her and swung it back to her frightened face. Hermione struggled to speak but her thoughts were visible on her face. She was reliving the kiss.



Hermione face was a combination of shame, disgust, and fear mingled together. She froze suddenly when he stepped towards her, brandishing her wand.



“ Not much good are you, Ms. Granger? Where is the fearlessness that is so legendary?” Snape murmured silkily.



Hermione flushed in anger and the sudden realization that this was Dumbledore’s murderer came fresh to her tired mind.



His words seemed to send a burst of energy through her and she launched herself at him with a scream.



“ You damned murderer! He was your friend! How could you!?” Tears formed in Hermione’s eyes that were now glazed over in anguish. Hermione punched him in the shoulder and tried to kick at him.



Snape recoiled in momentary surprise, when the little witch attacked him. He let her get a few shots in, out of guilt. He wasn’t surprised she hated him so vehemently but it still rubbed him raw to see it so blatantly on her face. Snape reached out when her fist tried to connect a second time, and he grabbed it hard.



Snape hissed in her ear. “Now, now Ms. Granger. That’s quite enough. I have heard of your Muggle tendencies to brawl from Mr. Malfoy but I didn’t believe him. It would seem I owe him an apology.”



Snape pulled her closer to him and his pallor was starch white in the moonlight. Hermione winced from the painful claw of a grip. That is until she connected with her left hook and punched him in the stomach.



Snape gasped from the sudden desire to vomit and flicked the wand at her. “Immobulus!”



Hermione froze mid attack and he brushed himself off and stepped away from her. The Polyjuice Potion started to fade away and he considered taking another drink but he didn’t want to waste it. The chit already knew who he was. His skin bubbled up and he turned back into his taller, snarkier self.



Snape stared at the frozen girl and he waved the wand. After Snape removed the hex, Hermione fell to the floor without Snape to keep her up beneath her.



Hermione felt the wood grind into her fingertips and she felt a splinter give. She didn’t care. She hated him. She hated him so much. Teachers were supposed to be kind and encouraging. Snape never was. He was always cruel and unkind, especially to her.



Hermione could not even count all the times she cried from his behavior. Later it made sense in a way. Snape was a death eater and a traitor to the Wizarding world. It wasn’t Hermione; he was just an evil wizard. Somehow that had made her feel better.



Staring at the blood spurting from the tiny sliver in her finger gave her pause to think. WHY, was he here at the Weasley’s? Hermione felt her stomach drop painfully. Snape was going to finally finish the job Voldemort started years ago. Snape was going to kill Harry Potter.



Hermione gritted her teeth. Snape wanted something from her. Fine, she would play his stupid game until she had a chance to take him out.



Snape didn’t like that Hermione had fallen quiet. Usually that meant she was mulling things over.



“Get up!” Snape sneered and jerked the wand at her.



Hermione slowly got to her feet and stared at her former Potions Master.



Objectively, she realized he was looking very ill. Pale, haggard and run down, poor little Deatheater. His usual lanky, greasy black hair was hanging about his face. His long nose still in pronounced in a once darkly handsome face, his brilliant black eyes glittering maliciously across at her. Hermione had always had a rather brilliantly stupid crush on the man. She found his features to be deliciously intriguing and unusual although his demeanor left much to be desired.



Once in the fourth year, she could have sworn he was going to kiss her once. She chocked it up to childish fantasy and now, NOW that she hated him and knew him to be a killer, he kissed her?!



Hermione let out a deep dull sigh. “What do you want from me?”



Snape narrowed his gaze and said nothing. This was an effective way for people to tell him things without probing.



Hermione didn’t take the bait. Damned infuriating witch.



Hermione stared across at him with anguished eyes. Her hands trembling slightly and a fingertip was bleeding from a scratch. Her body was rigid and stiff but her eyes… Her eyes were killing him.



Snape swallowed hard, realizing that he could do terrible things at this moment. The urge passed.



Hermione’s question was met with dead silence and she snapped at him. “ Well, get on with it!”



Snape shifted still holding the wand.



“Do you always show this much impatience to met your potential death?”



BRILLANT way to endear her to you..., Snape could have smacked his head against the wall.



Hermione looked suspiciously at him for a long moment and wondered if he was toying with her. Maybe Snape really didn’t know Potter was here.



Hermione spoke slowly and sarcastically. “Obviously you did not break into the Burrow, in the dead of night, in the middle of a war, into enemy territory, on the eve of his brother’s wedding, just so you could make out with me under the guise of being Ron Weasley.”



Severus said nothing for a moment. Mainly, because she had nailed it on the head.



Hermione’s eyes widened slightly looking scandalized. “Wait a tick, you did?”



Snape scowled at her. “No, you simpleton. Just be silent Ms. Granger. Or it will go very bad for you.” Snape brandished the wand as he stalked forwards towards her.



Hermione began to realize belatedly that she was antagonizing a rather dangerous Death Eater, that she hated.



“Sometimes, things are not what they seem. Ms. Granger.” Snape leered down at her.



Hermione shrank under the look. Snape captured her wrists and pulled her up against him. Mentally cursing the softness of her body as it pressed into his, Snape smirked at her.



“I need something from you, obviously. If you want Potter to stay alive until tomorrow, I suggest you give it to me.” His one free hand slowly reached down to her side. Hermione trembled feeling a strange warmth between her legs.



Hermione licked her lips and stared up into the dark wizards haunting gaze. “You’ll let Harry go if I give it to you?”



Hermione could feel his erection growing at her words. Summoning all her courage she pressed her mouth to him with an innocent and inexperienced kiss.



Severus Snape was gobsmacked. The world had flipped on its head. Gryffindor prefect, Hermione Granger was trading her friend’s life for an offer of sex. WITH him.



Snape had figured he could tell the little witch that he needed a page from one of the books she had in her possession. Blackmailing the witch for sex had never occurred to him. He must be losing his touch.



Snape felt her drag his free hand from her side and she pressed it up against her breast. Snape knew that Hermione had great breasts but it had been close to twenty years since he had felt them.



Snape groaned as her perfect full breast filled his left hand. The nipple was still soft but he knew that it would harden with the barest of attentions. Hermione’s mouth was opening and her tongue stole out to capture his own. Snape nearly came in his pants right there.



Snape’s only coherent thought was that Hermione was trying to kill him. Slowly, Severus swallowed hard and he gently pushed Hermione back from him.



“ Do you make it your intention to offer yourself to every Death Eater that walks through that door to kill you? I assure you Ms. Granger, if a Death Eater wanted you…” Snape couldn’t resist flicking her nipple to make his point. The nipple hardened and she choked back a moan. "… He would take you, and not with your permission.”



The heated words sent a shiver down her spine and Hermione imagined Snape ripping off her clothes while he pounded into her, mercilessly. Hermione was shocked at her thoughts. She had never thought of sex that graphically before and she looked up at Snape startled.



Snape looked coldly amused and suddenly Hermione knew that he had projected that thought into her mind. Hermione flushed all over. Hermione pulled her arms up to cover her breasts and she backed away from him in embarrassment.



Snape felt bereft as she moved away from him suddenly. The scent of her hair faded as she stared at him with fear and shame filled eyes. Snape rolled his eyes at her.



“Ms. Granger, I need to get a page from your book. The one Dumbledore left you. Hand it over.” Snape snapped at her.



Hermione stayed frozen on the other side of the room.



“Now!” Snape said sharply.



Hermione scurried to her bag and offered the book to him.



Snape flicked to the back of the book and ripped one of the blank pages from it and covertly folded it out of sight. He tossed the book back at Hermione.



“ Keep it Ms. Granger. It might teach you something about trusting wolves in sheep’s clothing.” Snape smirked evilly at her as he spoke and Hermione trembled .



Snape walked towards her trembling form and he realized he may never see her again. Snape suddenly looked vulnerable. Hermione blinked in confusion at the softened expression.



“Oh, and to answer your unasked question as to why I kissed you?” Snape ran a fingertip over her now swollen, bottom lip. Deftly, Snape captured her chin and forced her to meet his black gaze.



Hermione licked her lips and Snape groaned suddenly and he gently lowered his mouth onto hers. His tongue darting out to touch her own and Snape breathed a bit of his soul into the kiss. Hermione shuddered at the delicate invasion of her mouth. Snape tenderly devoured her and with a reluctant breath, he released a bit of his soul and love for her into the torturous kiss.



Hermione was stunned. Her eyes glazed over in desire as Snape pulled back from her.



“ It was because, I wanted to.” Snape whispered to her before waving her wand once more.



“Obliviate!” Snape whispered and swept from the room and out into the night.



Hermione yawned as she made her way downstairs to her bed. Missing a page from her book and strangely it wasn’t the only thing that she felt she was missing.





TBC





Love the doped up Rei.