Time lost. ...EPILOGUE UP!

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Hermione Granger was a fibber. Hermione was confused and disjointed in her memories but she remembered them all.

Something bad happened to her when Draco faded. The aloneness swamped her. A voice from inside her seemed to come to life and began to converse with her.

That is when Hermione knew… Something was dearly wrong. When a wizard dies, or cheats death, its body is open to the elementals for a short time. That is the time when they can be rode by the Loa.

Hermione had read the passage repeatedly. Vodoun was a Muggle religion that gained power through beliefs but ultimately was fiction. The substance was a poison, scientific even with no genuine magical properties about it.

Hermione had rationalized that it could not be real. No evidence to support that zombies or the Loa existed. That damned zombie powder. Besides, even if she did believe that mumbo jumbo Hermione had hardly had time to prepare herself properly for the ritual and casting spells to ward off spirits attempting to get inside her was not really an option at the time.

Voldemort had so many shades clinging to his rotten soul that Hermione knew it was a matter of time before she got a permanent residence. Hermione was right.

Something came out of the blackness that night. An ethereal figure that lowered itself to her. The spirit begged entrance to her pure soul, not for corruption necessarily but to feel alive.

Desperately, Hermione struck a bargain. Partial possession in exchange it would inhabit her to prevent darker elementals from taking over. Elementals that Hermione could never recover from, that would make her in effect a zombie or worse a demon of some kind.

Hermione thought of Severus and all she had done at this point to protect him and she had to pray to the Gods that she was not making a huge mistake.

The creature found this amusing but it accepted her offer of partial ownership. However, the creature knew that eventual with nothing tying this witch to the world, it could possess her fully with time.

The corporal creature crawled inside the cold body devouring her spirit. Meshing. The creature now lay dormant until Hermione summoned her. The last few years were hard on her. Hermione had traveled to Haiti searching for answers, but none of the local Muggles would talk to her. They were to afraid of her.

Hermione had purposefully stayed away from everyone who knew her. This was not hard. Draco the bastard had dropped her at the wrong time. Once Hermione knew, she was considered dead it made it easier to hide.

Not coming to Severus, knowing he would get noble and do something stupid. Like try to make a pact with it. God, Severus looked good. To see him alive was worth all of this. Hermione knew she could buy herself time playing dumb.

Coming to Hogwarts had been her intention, but suddenly the spirit inside her took over while she made her way through the Forbidden Forest. Now she woke up here, in the hospital wing.

Immediately she got confused and when Madam Pompfrey asked her if she remembered how she got here, she simply replied with a blank look. “No, I don’t remember anything.”

The fanatical nurse had jumped to the wrong conclusion, suddenly Snape was there, standing in the doorway, eyes blazing, and he was kissing her emphatically. The initial shock wore off and then desire came, rolling through her.

Something strange happened the. In the two years since she had been trying to get rid of the spirit inside her, she felt the spirit get excited. It was a genuine effort to keep it from jumping to the surface and devouring Severus Snape's eager soul.

Hermione pushed Snape back from her and looked puzzled.

Her expression was genuinely puzzled since the spirit responded so strongly to Severus’s embrace. It enjoyed it. It responded to her attraction for him. Oh Merlin. This was bad. Hermione flushed slightly.

She heard Pompfrey’s words as she rebuked Snape and he was escorted out of the room by Sprout.

Hermione stared at the door for a long time after that. Hermione could not deny that she wanted to be with him. Selfishly she did not care that she was about to throw all this on his lap. Severus Snape was a strong, dark wizard who could more then take care of himself.

Hermione had wanted to spare him this heartache but she could not find the strength to let go of him so soon.

Hermione struggled to find the courage to keep carrying this burden alone, but the spirit was egging her on, whispering memories until her eyes were thick with tears and she felt like her heart would burst from it.

Hermione threw back the covers of the bed and she stumbled to her feet in panic.

“Really, Ms. Granger… you’re sick!” Pompfrey gasped and ran to stop her.

McGonagall and Sprout looked up from outside the door, hearing a commotion inside.

The door creaked open slowly and Hermione stepped out into the doorway. Hermione leaned on the doorframe weakly. The hospital gown that she was wearing hung loosely on her frame.

Hermione had lost weight, her eyes huge in her pale face. Her hair hung wildly about her face and she had scratches and mud plastered on her bare legs.

The two teachers began to walk towards her when Hermione pushed past them. Her eyes wild as she looked the long length of the hallway. Hermione propelled herself forward and she began to run awkwardly towards Severus’s departing figure.

“Severus!” Hermione cried.

Severus Snape took a deep breath on the other side of the hallway. His whole body froze at her voice. Facing away from them all, they watched as his shoulders shuddered at her tone and Hermione could feel anguish pouring off him as he slowly turned to look at her stiffly.

Severus turned around and it felt like he had been hit with a sledgehammer.

Hermione was jerkily running towards him with tears spilling down her face.

Severus stood in shock as she launched herself against him.

For a long moment Snape held himself stiffly, but the feeling of her icy hands trying to burrow into his robes, finally broke him.

Severus’s eyes darkened with pain and he tucked her head to his chest gently. Hermione cried softly into his chest as she held him against her.

“I’m so glad you’re alive.” Hermione whispered into the folds of his robes.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath suddenly and inhaled his spicy unmistakable scent, as he slowly wrapped his arms about her covering her with his robes.

Severus just held her for a moment, relishing the feeling of her safe against him. Finally, he drew her face up to his own. He tenderly kissed her forehead and both eyelids, moving down to her nose, and then finally her lips.

When the sweet kiss finally broke, Snape drew back from her and buried his face in her hair.

Snape’s silky voice was solemn as he whispered into her hair. “Do you remember everything Hermione?”

Hermione understood his hesitation and she clasped his neck and drew him down to her mouth. Just short of their lips touching.

Hermione breathed out slowly into his mouth, sharing his air. “Yes. Everything.”

Severus could feel a tear sliding down his cheek at her words as she whispered them into his mouth. Hermione kissed the droplet from his pale skin, with a tenderness that seemed to break a dam inside of him.

“Gods, I have waited so long for you.” Snape choked out, his fingers moving to smooth over her fine features.

“I thought you died. I thought… I killed you. It was bloody agony being apart from you.”

Hermione nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner. There was a… problem.”

Severus pressed his mouth to the pulse on her neck. Hermione closed her eyes and she leaned into him.

For a moment,Hermione could feel the youthful boy in him before it faded to the dark, mysterious man she first fell in love with.

“Ahem…” The teachers stared at them for a long moment.

But, Snape ignored the three other women watching them as they broke about fifty school rules regarding public affection.

Severus whispered pleadingly, but asking permission. “Please let me…”

Hermione nodded and Snape encircled one arm about Hermione’s waist and then he scooped another arm under her legs. Severus lifted her into his arms gently adn cradled her against his chest.

Hermione was not surprised at his easy strength. Hermione pressed her face into his neck, ignoring the gasps of the teachers as Severus strode down the hallway with her.

Snape walked purposefully towards his dungeon. Hermione clung to his neck but she continued to whisper words that were making him weak in the knees. Somehow, Snape made it inside the office and slammed the door shut. Snape slowly released her and Hermione stood gingerly across from him.

Severus stared at her with a mixture of lust, rage, and love. He slowly stalked her towards the bed. Hermione smirked at his expression. Her amusement quickly faded as he stripped off his robes and stood naked in front of her. Hermione had slept with the boy version of Snape, but the man was a different animal altogether.


Snape’s eyes were glittering as he licked his lips. His body was lean, muscled, and strangely preserved as though the last forty years had barely touched him. Pale, sleek and beautiful to her, Snape was a god come to life. Hermione breathed heavily.

Severus saw her eyes grow dark with lust as she stared at his body. Suddenly Snape was glad he still ran everyday. He saw her eyes drop to his groin, where his cock jutted out hard, thick and long. Hermione swallowed hard.

Severus felt himself grow harder at her dazed expression.

“I don’t remember you being that big.” Hermione exhaled slowly but it felt to her, as if her body was in flames.

Severus lowered his gaze innocently enough. “I am a full grown wizard now, wench.” His tone was abrupt as if it was difficult for him to speak.

Severus moved forward and clasped the bottom of the hospital gown, and tugged it over her head. His hands suddenly were all over her. Fingers exploring the curves of her body, slowly, memorizing them with his calloused fingertips.

Hermione felt herself grow impossibly aroused, her nipples hardened and she jerked suddenly from the sensation of him parting her legs.

“Oh Severus...” Hermione breathed out as Severus dropped to his knees and touched her with his tongue. Hermione arched up, crying out from the pleasure that Severus was spearing her, with each rough lap of his tongue.

Shuddering, Hermione’s knees weakened as she grasped his silky hair and pressed his face deeper in. His nose burying itself between her folds, sniffing and dragging her scent in as he tongue-fucked her. Hermione was leaking juices profusely as Severus dragged his face away from her.

Severus rose up smoothly as he licked his lips. Hermione shivered, suddenly bereft without his touch. Hermione reached her hand out cupping him, playing with his balls.

Severus groaned as he felt his cock swell to almost bursting. “No, you shouldn’t do that yet.”

He growled and grabbed her hips as he pushed her up on his desktop. He spread her legs out, his fingertips finding her center. His fingers spread her nether lips apart and he gently braced her as he slid the tip of his cock inside her. Hermione gasped, feeling her body stretch from the pressure.

“Do you know what kind of hell; I had to go through to get this?” Severus growled, his black eyes glittering with anger, resentment and something else deeper.

Hermione moaned a deep noise in her throat as he pushed a little more in. Hermione began to feel the building and it was not enough. Severus’s words started pushing her over the edge.

“Do you know I had accepted death because you asked me too? I waited years… a lifetime… The things I have suffered just so I could fuck your hot little pussy again?” Severus’s cold, cruel words raining down on her.

Hermione screamed as she felt him slam the long, thick length of his cock inside her with those taunting words.

Severus pushed her legs apart more now, burying himself up to the hilt. “Yes, I suffered for you and now you will suffer for me. My lovely, brilliant witch. I want to hear your cries. Tell me what you need.”

Hermione arched up and impaled herself on him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he moved to capture her hips, sliding her up and down the length of him.

Every thrust brought them both closer and closer until Severus whispered. “You’re killing me love.”

Hermione arched her back, his cock hit her cervix, and she exploded into a million pieces as Severus unleashed inside of her, filling her up to the brim.

They both collapsed to the floor, touching each other every few seconds making sure that the other was still there. Fingers intertwine and legs moved to entangle together, heartbeat to heartbeat, held together as one in a boneless mass of pleasure.

Severus murmured. “Your mine… for good this time.”

Hermione murmured. “I was always yours, Severus.”

Hermione kissed the tip of his long nose and buried her face into his chest before drifting off to sleep, exhausted from everything.

Snape stayed awake longer, relishing the feeling of her next to him. Something good and warm spread throughout him and he thanked the Gods that day.

While another kind of God thanked Hermione, for this new opportunity.




TBC: However, I should let you know, that this story will be dealing with HG/SS still, with some...DM/OFC, Dark Magic, Possession, The Loa, Hogwarts, New Generation students.