Time lost. ...EPILOGUE UP!

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Sorry about the lag between posts. I was struggling to decide what I wanted to do with this story. Meanwhile a plot bunny bit me and I started a new story, and I am going to post for each every day, hopefully.


My new story can be found under Hogwarts Malestrom. Its a DARK DM/HG idea that tickled my brain. Check it out and let me know what you think..


Thanks for your reviews as always. Angel, I would love to know what you think of my other DM/HG since you like my Draco so much. You too Sureves Epans.







Hermione awoke slowly. She could feel the heat that she was leeching from Snape’s body. She ran a hand steadily over his silky warm flesh, trailing down to his flat belly.

A hand grabbed her wrist and yanked suddenly so Hermione was lying on top of him. Snape’s dark eyes stared into her bright brown ones.

“You’re awake.” Hermione smirked, lowering her mouth to kiss Snape’s ear. Snape closed his eyes, as her hot mouth touched down and he felt a surge of pure lust roll through him.

“Of course, some greedy wench was toying with my body while I slept.” Snape intoned mockingly before he lifting a hand to tuck back a loose wild curl.

“You know, I think I like the fact that you look like a mad woman in the morning.” Snape smiled slowly.

Hermione frowned and patted her unruly hair sensitively. “Your one to talk! Why did you stop showering when I went to school?” Hermione scowled slightly and touched the clean, silky locks that he now possessed.

“All the better to repulse you my dear.”

Snape grimaced slightly and shifted his weight so Hermione could stretch out her length against him. He slid his hands down to cup her buttocks and hold her in position.

“Do you have any idea how much I wanted to strangle and, or rape you in your school years?”

Hermione went still at his suddenly intense words. Hermione let the heat from each other, simply soak in, as she pondered his question.

“Yes, I suppose that I did. You quite terrified me all through my youth and later as well as a matter of fact. You, Severus Snape are quite a scary man.”

Snape smirked slightly and closed his eyes in exhaustion. “Then it would appear you haven’t lost your taste for dark wizards as you are still here.”

Hermione’s eyes glowed slightly and she smiled curiously. “No, I think we were meant to be together. I would do anything for you Severus.”

Snape felt the beginnings of an Oath forming and he slapped his hand over her mouth. “Never say that. Do not swear anything to me. I do not deserve anything from you.”

Snape removed his hand from Hermione’s mouth and stared into her glowing eyes and he shifted slightly.

“What are you doing…? Hermione, what the devil is wrong with your eyes?” Severus rolled Hermione over to the side and gently touched her forehead. “You’re burning up.”

Snape leapt to his feet and grabbed a wet towel from the bathroom.

Snape hurried back in and Hermione was standing up by the bed. Hermione hair fell wildly about her shoulders and her brown eyes were taking on a strange yellow gleam as she stared at him intently.

“I feel fine Severus. Touch me. Fuck me. Dominate me. Love me.” The voice sounded split by multiple tones.

The torrent of words that fell from her lips sounded detached and not at all like Hermione. A blaze of hunger lingered in her eyes and then fled. Hermione fell against the bed panting.

Snape cautiously walked towards her with the wet cloth. Hermione looked up at him from the bed, she pulled the rest of her weight slowly on the bed. She stared up at him.

“I’m sorry Severus. I have to tell you something.”

“Yes, like what the bloody hell that was.” Snape clipped out, pressing the cloth to her forehead gingerly.

“You know how I had to fake my death?” Hermione sat up holding the wet cloth to her feverishly hot skin.

Snape nodded. “Yes, I wondered how you did that.”

Hermione whispered. “Tetrodotoxin.”

Snape stood up and calmly walked over to his desk. His back turned from her Hermione watched him, as he appeared to be thinking.

Suddenly Hermione heard the sound of glass breaking and books slamming into the wall as Snape destroyed his desk, seemingly out of control. Hermione watched him almost detached from the reaction that she herself shared when she realized the cost of that ‘harmless’ potion.

Then he turned to Hermione, grabbing her by the arms, his face ravaged with anger and fear, as he whispered hoarsely. “Why, Hermione? Don’t you know what it can do? Besides the obvious that is?”

He clasped Hermione in his arms and drew him up against his chest. Snape stroked her wild hair, murmuring. “We can fix it. Somehow, were you possessed?”

Hermione nods slowly and presses her face into his shoulder. Severus slowly exhales a long breath that he did not realize he had been holding.

“Ah, well.. We are lucky it has only been a few months since your possession. The longer you have it the more it can grow. You do remember Quirrel, I assume. He was in the advanced stages.”

Hermione sighs. “It hasn’t been a few months. It has been 2 years and 4 months since I have been back. Malfoy dropped me mistakenly at the wrong time. 2012, not 2002. By the time I figured out what was going on, it occurred to me that everyone thought I was dead. I did not want to burden anyone with this problem. However, I have hit a dead end. Nothing I am doing works. The spirit, or Loa as they call it, is taking over more and more. I have been blacking out and I wake up sore in places. I am scared, Severus.”

Snape rose up from her and stared at her with dawning recognition. “You hid from me? All this time you were here and you never told me? What a splendid revenge. Watching me suffer for the past two years? Thinking you were dead the whole time.”

Snape recoiled from her as her other words sunk in. “And Malfoy? Malfoy was helping you with all this.”

“Not exactly… I…” Hermione protested.

Snape held up his hand. “Stop! I do not want to hear your excuses. Only now, when I am useful to you do you bother to come back? I see...” Snape’s gaze grew black and his voice reverted to his usual icy slippery tone.

Severus felt the betrayal like a deep cut. Hermione needed him and that is why she was here. She deserved to be this way, but he had hoped she would have forgiven him. Evidentially not.

“I suppose the fact that your spirit is drawn to me is also a mutually beneficial thing? You can give the dirty Potions Master your body and blame it on some damned spirit?” Snape’s black eyes glittered slightly.

“I assure you Hermione Granger, that you will be cured of this damned thing inside of you. I will make that happen. Because the only thing I want inside you is ME. That is my price for my help. Do you understand me? I realize you did not forgive me for everything I have done to you. I do not forgive myself. However, after this, it will not matter. Either you agree to become my mate or I will let you rot with that thing inside you.”

Hermione gasped from his outburst and only her intimate knowledge of Severus’s past allowed her to see how wounded he was by her actions. Severus was in immense pain and she had been selfish this whole time.

Hermione did not bother explaining. He would not believe her anyway. He was too insecure, too filled with self-loathing to accept any other reason then her complete lack of forgiveness and her defection from him.

Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes as she stared at her sensitive lover that had turned so ugly at the first hint of betrayal by her. At least he still wanted her. Hermione sucked in her courage and tried to decide how to play it. Severus Snape expected a cold villain; maybe she could give him one. She needed time to allow him to heal and trust her.

Hermione rose up from the bed. “Yes, Severus Snape, I will be your mate.”

Snape stepped back uncertainly and then grimaced. “So be it.”

Snape advanced on her and tossed Hermione back down on the bed. His mouth eagerly claimed her neck to bite down, as he forced his way inside her.

Severus did not hold back his strength in his claiming of her. No gentleness this time. Just pure lust and rage pouring into her eager, wet cunt. His cock began to pump long and deep, as he listened for the telltale cries of humiliation, and yet none came.

He was relieved. Maybe she did still want him a little bit. A moan broke into his thoughts and surprised him as Hermione wrapped her legs around him as he thrust harder and deeper.

Hours seemed to roll past as he continued, exhaustion seemed to seep from every pore of her fatigued body as he continued his assault, trying to break, claim her and the spirit accepted the challenge.

Hermione bucked over her thirty-seventh orgasm, and she whimpered finally in pain. The soreness was all over, slick sweaty bodies rubbing each other raw.

Snape heard the moan of pain and stared down at Hermione, stopped mid thrust. His dark gaze filled with betrayal, lust and longing. “Say it. Say your mine. Now.” Snape’s voice demanded the same thing for the last hour, repeatedly.

Hermione had tried to rebel, break free, remain indifferent and it was over. The fight was lost.Snape broke into a possessive smile and he kissed her neck with surprising tenderness.

Hermione felt something give as she relented and she tightened her hold on his cock and whispered into his ear. “I’m yours. All yours.”

Snape groaned as he felt her milking his cock and he released inside her, as the words were whispered hotly into his ear.

“Gods Hermione. You are going to kill me…” He closed his eyes, tensing at the aftershocks of pleasure gripped him.

Hermione’s eyes glowed at his words and faded as Hermione collapsed against him.

“Perhaps…” Hermione panted exhaustedly. “Perhaps…”

The two fell asleep intertwined together and slept through the night. Snape possessively wrapped his arm about her waist ,and drew her closer whenever she rolled to far away.

A house elf peeked in the room to see them sleeping and it unloaded a tray of breakfast food near the desk that was in shambles. With a click of it’s fingers, the books righted themselves and the broken glass was removed.

The smell of fresh cooked eggs and kippers awoke her. A creamy porridge sat in a small bowl. Brown sugar was melting into butter and cinnamon, which was liberally sprinkled atop the mountain of cream. Freshly cut pears in honey sat in a dish to the left and lastly, coffee as well as the standard tea was set out with china cups and spoons.

Hermione awoke and stared at the feast spread out on trays, and gingerly she sat up to look at Severus who remained sleeping.

In sleep Snape’s features relaxed and he looked more like the boy she once knew. A faint smirk curled on his lips in sleep, and he stretched out taking up most of the bed.

Hermione pulled on a dark green robe with silver trim. Wrapping about her naked body she sat down to eat some of the porridge, suddenly ravenous.

“Where is she…I know she is here! I saw it on the Map.” Voices could be heard far off, pouring through the hallway walls, towards the room.

Hermione had finished the rest of the kippers and eggs, before moving onto the porridge. Hermione stared at the door, angry voices were heard suddenly and the door slammed open

“Where is she you greasy bat? I know you did something to her. I swear to the Gods, Azkaban will look like a wet dream, if he so much harms a hair on her curly head!” Harry Potter yelled, his face turning red slightly.


Harry had aged well and his scar had faded slightly. Longish brown hair fell messily about his handsome face and laugh lines tucked faintly into the corners of his bright, green eyes. He looked dashing in the Auror uniform, a leather button up coat fell to the floor in a circle around. Potter looked dangerous, serious and now, a bit pissed off.


Harry mutters under his breat and thrashed through the door of the dungeon, his wand waving threateningly.

Hermione blinked at him and pulled her robe tighter. She darted a look to the bed and then back at Harry with a quizzical look. Slowly she put the teacup down.

“Good morning Harry.” Hermione stared across at him and Harry blinked back tears at seeing his long lost friend, alive and breathing.

Harry moved forward and grabbed her up in his arms, squeezing her tightly as he spun her around. He kissed her cheek and held her feverishly.

“Thank the Gods you’re alive, Mione.” Harry whispered and she could see tears glistening in the hardened Aurors eyes.

Hermione felt her own tears forming as she swallowed hard. “How are the babies, and Ginny?”

Harry looked distracted and he shrugged. “Oh, everybody’s great… Anise is in school at Hogwarts this year.”

Harry hugged her hard again. “What are you doing here? Why are you…?” His words trailed off as he looked meaningfully at her.

“For an Auror, you have a remarkable lack of perception Potter. Clearly, the little wretch is eating my breakfast. All of it.”

Snape sneered as he jabbed his wand into Potters neck from behind. Snape had already dressed in robes. Damn, he was on top of his game. Hermione was impressed.

“Kindly remove your hands from about my Mate’s waist, if you please Potter.” Snape hissed and Potter reluctantly let go of Hermione with a questioning look at her.

Hermione smirked slightly and put her hand on the wand at Potters neck. Gently she lowered the wand.

“Now, now Severus, play nicely. Harry is my friend. Friend.” Hermione’s tone indicated that she expected Snape to treat him like one.

Snape snorted and glided to Hermione, dropping a kiss on her shoulder before grabbing a slice of pear.

“If you want to keep your arrogant friend alive, you might want to advise him to not touch you again.” Snape replied and poured himself tea.

Hermione looked like she wanted to laugh and Potter looked like he wanted to commit homicide.

“Harry, I will explain everything to you. How about I come around tomorrow?” Hermione smiled and gently steered him towards the door.

“Oh hey, Dad, What the de… what are you doing in Snapey’s room?” A girl’s voice piped up.

“Professor Snape.” Hermione corrected automatically.

“Professor Snape.” Harry spoke in unison with Hermione.

“Why you insolent little girl, ten points from Gryffindor!” Snape scowled as he rose up from his breakfast table.

All three people spoke at the same time and the young teenager girl froze as she saw Snape standing there.

“Professor Snape’s room.”

The girl who spoke was petite, ridiculously pretty, with long, black hair that curled softly about her shoulders. She was wearing Gryffindor robes and they were opened to a pair of Muggle jeans, and a t-shirt that said something about Quidditch witches riding best.

Clearly, this was Lily Anise Potter all grown up. She was stunning. She had Ginny’s smile and Harry’s eyes.

“Aunt Hermione… Its you...” Anise walked forward and hugged her.

Hermione looked shocked slightly. “I’ve never met you.”

Anise plucked a pear out of the dish on the table and popped it in her mouth. “Nope. I am a seer. I know things.”

Severus growled as she stole some fruit. " Can you see I am going to murder you shortly if you dont get your grimy hands out of my fruit bowl? Oh and fifteen points from Gryffindor for theivery!" Snape murmured pleasantly but the malice was clearly there.

Hermione could smell strawberries as she hugged the young girl back. “Oh my, you are very like your Father. A seerer you say?”

Hermione was dubious but she didnt contradict the confident young girl.

Snape however did not mind interjecting and crushing the girls impressions of herself. “Don’t be ridiculous you stupid girl. You are simply trying to make yourself just as special as your grandfather and father seem to think they are.”

Harry rounded on Snape and glared. “ Don’t call my daughter stupid.”

Snape raised an eyebrow. “It didn’t hurt you any, your still as thick-headed as ever.”

Hermione laughed. “Everybody out!”

Anise gave her a curious look and then dragged her father out by the hand. “Come on Dad, McGonagall said she wanted to see you anyway. You are coming by tomorrow then, right Hermione?”

Hermione blinked in surprise but she nodded reluctantly. “Yeah…”

Severus glared at the door and waved his wand. It slammed shut.

“Damned chit must have overheard you saying that. Ridiculous.. Trelawney knockoffs…”

Hermione turned to face Snape, suddenly feeling more light-hearted then before the episode with Harry. “I’ve been so alone, for so long.” She murmured quietly and she picked up a slice of pear.

Severus reached forward and captured her wrist, his mouth coming down to bite at the pear.

“You are attempting to distract me by your sob story, simply, so you can devour the remains of my now, very meager breakfast. Well it won’t work.” Snape raised his eyebrow triumphantly and Hermione grinned slightly…

“Well, how about if I distract you with this?” Hermione slipped off her robe and it pooled at her feet.

Severus forgot all about breakfast.

TBC-


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