Daydreams of Desire

A/N: I wanted to take a minute and FIRST, thank everyone who has reviewed. Pittwitch, I am soo sorry you were in a bad spot and I am so glad my story helped to get you past it!

Now, this chapter, unlike my others, has yet to be edited by my beta. You see, this was an unexpected occurance and I was completely flamoxed by what happened with it. Trust me! Once you read it, you will understand!

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Magic of Fate

Severus woke with a smile on his face. He had not slept so well in a very long time. After enjoying a fabulous fantasy with Miss Granger he had come out of it with a pleasurable sensation of his essence finally spent.
With a smile, he had cleansed himself and rolled over to enjoy a deep sleep. His dreams however were somewhat odd. In them, they had been declaring their union in the company of the nature that surrounds Hogwarts. No humans had been present as they spoke of undying love and acceptance of each other in terms of forever.

Thinking now on the dream, a frown creased his brow as he rolled onto his back and rested his head on his forearm. The dream was vivid in his mind. As if the entire incident had truly happened instead of just being a dream.

Sighing, Severus slid from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. It would not due to be late to his classes this morning. A smile graced his lips as he silently admitted to himself that he was quite looking forward to seeing Miss Granger once breakfast commenced.

As he entered his private bathing chambers the lights came on as they always did. Turning he glanced at himself in the mirror. What he saw made his jaw drop and his eyes widen.

His reflection was one he had not seen in a severely long time. It was as if his age had turned back like the hands of a clock. He looked almost twenty years younger. Gone were the lines beneath his eyes. no more were the scars that he had Voldemort to thank.

Baffled, he raised his hands to look at them. They were smooth. He no longer bore the calluses that came with the years of hard work in the labs. His gaze slid down to his arm. And he reached out the other hand to brace himself against the bathroom cabinet.

The Dark Mark was gone. It was no longer there. He shook his head in disbelief. It was not possible. Turning, he staggered back into his chambers and looked around wildly. No. . . everything was the same. Looking to his private desk, he saw the parchment he’d been grading were still there complete with his handwriting.

Without thinking, he flew swiftly toward his fireplace. Activating it, he spoke Minerva’s title, “Headmistress!”

Almost immediately her face appeared before him. “Severus? What is the meaning--- Oh!” she stopped and stared at him with her jaw opening and closing swiftly, making her resemble a fish out of water. “heavens, what’s happened?”

He shook his head. “I—I don’t know! I—I have no clue.” He looked down at himself and suddenly realized he was still naked. “ Bloody Baked Balls!” He turned and grabbed the nearest blanket off of his couch only to hear her step through.

“Well, it looks as if you have found a way to turn back time!”

Turning back to face her, he wrapped the blanket more securely around himself and smirked at her with a raised eyebrow. “How astute an observation!”

She chuckled before catching herself. “Oh come now, Severus. Surely you must know what happened?”

He growled, I assure you, Minerva, I do not have any inkling of an idea. I went to bed last night, the same man I always was!” Pulling his arm free, he showed her where the mark that had forever shamed him was mysteriously absent.

Her eyes widened and she stepped forward to grip his arm. “Oh Severus,” she said softly, “do you realize what this means?”

He looked at her with a fearful expression. “I’m afraid to even contemplate it.”

She smiled at him tenderly before moving to hug him tenderly. “Somehow, someway, you’ve been given a chance to rewrite your life; a life free of Voldermort and a possible chance to be who you’ve always wanted to be!”

Severus stood there staring at Minerva with a lost expression. He had often considered what he might have done with his life had Voldemort not ruined it. He had been so deeply in love with Lily when he was this age that he had been blind-sided at losing her to James Potter.

Minerva gave him another smile and patted his cheek. “I will see that someone else takes your classes for today. We will call it a potions accident and explain that it has given you back your youth.” She shrugged. “I see no reason why that should hinder your position here.”

She gave him a once over before asking in a teasing voice, “You don’t need to relearn everything you know about potions, do you?” Her voice betrayed her smile and he tried his best to give her his best sneer, which only made her laugh outright.

Give it up, Severus! What used to make you a fearsome sight to behold once, only makes you look like a heart-throb Muggle model now!”

To his utter dismay, she turned and vanished through the fireplace as he stared after her in stunned silence. Groaning, he dropped the blanket that had covered his nudity. “Well that’s just bloody brilliant! What in the farthing hell am I supposed to do now?


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Hermione had woken up to a strange situation herself that morning. Her hair seemed strangely calm today without trying to do any calming charms on it. She observed herself in the mirror as she prepared for her day and although she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, there was something different. She felt more, for lack of a better word, mature.

Her clothes fit her a little differently than they had before. They weren’t too tight, but if she didn’t know better, she could have sworn her cleavage had grown overnight. It seemed. . . Well, it seemed deeper; the swell of her breasts, heaver.

Then, as if that wasn’t strange enough, the stairways on her way to breakfast kept trying to deter her down toward the dungeons. They had never done that before. Of course, she was used to them constantly moving. But she had gotten used to them years ago and usually did a pretty good job staying on course.

When she reached breakfast, it was just in time to hear Headmistress McGonagall make an announcement about Severus. She had sat there in shock as she listened to Minerva say that he’d hurt himself brewing a new potion.
Although he was uninjured, he would be taking the day off to adjust to his new situation. When she had said that he now appeared much younger, Hermione dropped her jaw. Without even touching her breakfast, she grabbed her books and started to the library. She had to discover what was going on. Something definitely was!

This time, she was too preoccupied to notice when the staircases rerouted her and she ended up lost in the middle of the dungeons, not understanding where she was or why. She found herself standing in front of a portrait with an expectant expression.

When she said nothing the wizard barked at her. “Well? Wha’s the matter wit ya lass? Cat got yer tongue?”

She took a step back, shaking her head frantically. N-no sir. I’m just. . .” she looked around. “I don’t seem to remember ever seeing this part of the Castle. I think I’m lost.”

The wizard crossed his arms in front of himself. “Well, I should expect no’. This is a private area. Snape doesn’t invite guests here often. Certainly no’ a student.”

At that he stopped and looked her over. “Ye don’ look like a student though. Yer a wee may vaxy! Pretty little thing, ya are.” His smile grew. “The castle wants ya here. Tha’s fer sure.”

Hermione looked at the wizards portrait and asked hesitantly, “What’s a Wee may… what?”

Instead of answering her , the portrait laughed heartily and winked at her. “I’ll let you in without the password. Jus’ cause the castle bade me to!”

With that, the portrait swung open and she was left standing there in the entrance into Severus’ private chambers. Because of the state of shock he himself was in, he had yet to dress. In fact, he was still standing naked in front of the fireplace.

That was her first sight of Severus Snape, the younger man. She saw his beautifully sculpted ass cheeks shining pale and bright from the portrait entrance.

When he turned to stare at her they both felt the magic curling itself around them. The desire flowed between them to a degree that neither of them could deny it. They moved as if entranced to stand before each other.
Severus was the first to recover. “Her—Miss Granger, what are you doing here?”

Hermione felt the heat coursing through her in a way that made her moan. “I don’t know. I was trying to go to the library. McGonagall said you had a mishap with a potion last night and it had changed you.” She looked him over. “I woke up this morning feeling different myself. I was wondering if each of our reasons are connected.”

Severus nodded even as he gave into the temptation to touch her. Brushing a stray hair away from her cheek he sighed. “You are very clever. It’s quite possible.” He took notice of her hair, and her much matured figure. He tried to focus on the thoughts that were fleeting through his mind. What she spoke of rang so true. He just couldn’t bid himself to think on it at the moment.

“Miss Granger.” He whispered huskily as he closed the space between them, wrapping his arms around her. He couldn’t fight his desires anymore than he could fight the need to breathe. At this moment, she was his oxygen and he could not deny her.

Closing her eyes in response to the thrill of his touching her, she reached out her hands and spread them across his naked chest. He was so firm and felt so wonderful. “Severus, what’s happening to us?”

He took a deep breath, pressing his forehead against hers. “I don’t know. I haven’t the power to define or fight it.” Releasing a moan of agony, he moved then to claim her lips and was rewarded when she opened to him.

Their tongues dueled as they explored what it was to actually touch each other. He held her to him relishing the feel of her fingers touching him. When he broke the kiss, he moved down her jaw to her neck, nipping and tasting her sensitive skin.

Shivering, she gasped when his teeth grazed her shoulder after pulling her shirt open. Her eyes widened momentarily as she realized he had unbuttoned her blouse and was pushing it down her arms. Shock and desire warred within her. Her conscience told her they shouldn’t be doing this but her body responded to his touch with an unchecked desire.

He suddenly seemed to get a moment of sanity and he pushed her away, taking several steps back. “Hermione, we cannot do this! I, you, cannot happen like this!”

Turning, he fled swiftly back into his bedroom, slamming the door and she heard the locks slam into place even as she almost started after him.

Stopping in the center of his living chambers, she suddenly realized just how naked she herself was and turned to grab her bra and shirt. When she finished, she turned toward the portrait entrance, which had remained open. As she neared it, the entrance slammed shut, effectively locking her in.

Staring at the door with a baffled expression she asked aloud, “What in the name of Merlin is going on?”

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A/N: Well, do you see what I mean? I just couldn't wait to post it! I think this small story has just take an turn into being a much BIGGER story! OMG! Please review! I can't wait to hear what you guys think!!!