Time Heals All Wounds

A/n: in this chapter of Time Heals All Wounds, there will be some adult content. That means sex. If you do not wish to read this chapter because of it, please scroll down past the italicized parts, as they are not suitable. Or wait until the next chapter. But this one may contain important parts, pertaining to this story. You have been forewarned.



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Chapter Seven: Passions.



Hermione awoke to the sound of the Grandwizard clock. It was almost time for breakfast to start. Hermione rolled to her side, to meet the face of her boyfriend. He was still asleep. Smiling, she gently pulled his arms from around her, and climbed from the bed. She opened her wardrobe, and pulled out a set of clothes. With a backward glance at the sleeping Severus, she entered her bathroom.



Hermione closed the door, to ensure her privacy, before turning the golden knobs on her rather large tub. One caused pink foam and water to pour from one of the faucets, and the other rose scented bath perfume. She pulled out her toothbrush, and began to brush her teeth while she waited for the water to fill the tub completely. With a wave of her wand, she cast a charm to stop the water at the appropriate mark.



She quickly ran a brush through her unruly hair, finishing just as the water stopped. She pulled off her tank top and sleeping pants and climbed into the warm water. Sinking down to her chin, she soaked, letting the hot water sooth her tense muscles. She leaned her head back on the edge of the porcelain tub to think.



She thought about the letters she had gotten, and what Ronald had said about the time changes. Yes it had only been two weeks for them, but for her, it was already past Christmas. Classes started again in just a few days, and they weren’t yet to Halloween. When she went back, if she could; if she even wanted to. Yes, that was the question.



Of course she missed them. Only someone who wasn’t sane wouldn’t miss their friends. But she was happy here, she allowed. She had Severus, who had been a great comfort to her. He would be so hurt if and when she left. She would be lost without him, she realized. He said he loved her, and she believed him. How could she not, when he hardly opened up to anyone; that much she was sure of. Hermione knew she loved him. She loved him so much, and wanted a life with him. She was meant to come to this time, she just knew it. She was meant to be here, with him. He made her happy, and she tried her best to make him happy.



These days with him, seem so surreal. So much like a dream, one of which she didn’t want to wake up from. After all, she had only ever had dreams. Dreams of watching others find their true happiness. Now that she finally had it, Merlin be damned if she was going to let it go so easily.



Hermione opened her eyes, and glanced at the clock on her bathroom wall.



“Merlin!” she gasped. “I’ve been in here for almost an hour!” she hurriedly washed her hair with rose scented soap, and drained the bath. She ran a comb through her hair, and charmed it dry. She dressed and opened the bathroom door, peaking out to see if Severus was awake. He was.



“Hey…” he said sleepily. “Good morning. Took your time didn’t you?”



Hermione cast him a stern look, walking up to the bed. “I lost track of time.” Her look softened as she watched him stretch lazily on her bed. “You had better get into the shower as well.” She leaned over to kiss him good morning.



Severus shrugged, and drew the covers off of him, and stood. He slid his arm around her waist, and pulled her close for a hug. “Oh, should I?”



Hermione smiled at him and kissed him. “Yes, and hurry would you? I want to get to breakfast soon.”



“Yeah, yeah.” He snarked, but did make his way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.



Hermione heard the water running, and smiled. He was a handful that was for sure. But she loved him. Merlin she did love him. Shaking her head, she sat on the bed to wait. She didn’t have to for very long though, as he opened the door several minutes later.



Severus strolled out of her showers in nothing but a towel. He leaned against her doorway, “Here. I hope this is sufficient enough for you.”



Hermione’s eyes widened with appreciation. She looked him up and down, drinking in his image, as if she was dieing of thirst, and he was a tall, glass of cool water.



“Yes. Very.” She said, undressing him with her eyes.



Severus noticed, and smiled wickedly. “You know, we don’t really need to go to breakfast. We could always hit up the kitchens later…” he let that thought drift alone for a minute, watching Hermione’s reaction.



“……yes…I think…I’m hungry for something else, entirely.” She stated, looking at him as such. ‘Merlin he looks like a Greek god. With those washboard abs and those muscles…’ Yes, there were other things she could be doing with her time, than mere eating. She stood and he walked slowly to her, drinking in her eyes and the looks she was giving him.



Severus watched her as he approached. The look in those eyes was enough to drive him over the edge and beyond. He stopped in front of her, standing still for a moment, before gently pulling her into his embrace. ‘Merlin’s balls she felt good. So soft pressed up against him.’ Severus could feel her soft breasts against his lean chest. He leaned down slightly, to press a kiss to her lips. Moving them softly against hers, gently sucking her lower lip between his own and bit down on it softly.



Hermione moaned slightly, at the feel of his teeth gently scraping at her lip, and pressed herself closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She slid her fingers into his damp, soft hair, playing with it. She felt his hands slide down to her lower back, massaging it lightly, before traveling down to her posterior. She felt a gentle squeeze, and a slight kneading. She deepened the kiss as a response.



Severus, accepted her kiss with fervor, and tightened his grip on her butt. He let his lips slide down to her jaw. He left a trail of kisses down to her throat, gently suckling. He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed, and laid her upon it, climbing up to straddle her.



He pulled back to slide his hands under her shirt, untucking it from her school skirt. He slowly unbuttoned it from the bottom to the top, pausing to leave gentle kisses after each button, on every inch of her sweet flesh along the way. When he was through, he pulled her up so he could take the shirt off of her. Not caring where it landed, he threw it to the side.



Severus leaned down to kiss her once more, his hands splaying along her stomach gently moving in small circles across her abdomen. He kissed her neck again, gently sucking. Leaving wet, burning kisses down to her collarbone, then to the swell of her breasts. He used his mouth and teeth to undo the clip that was conveniently located on the front of her bra. Smirking as he heard the telltale snap, he let her sit up once more to toss that aside, before his left hand began to caress her soft breast, his mouth lowering itself upon her hardened nipple.



Hermione gasped as his hand went to work at her right breast, sending shocks of pleasure down her spine. She leaned up into his hand, needing more. He seemed to realize this, as his mouth was almost instantly upon her left nipple, gently suckling, teeth nipping at her. With every swipe of his tongue, she moaned sensuously. Little sparks of pleasure beginning at her overly sensitive nipple darted up and around her body, causing a pool of liquid heat in her lower belly. She arched her back, needing more contact, as his expert hands went to work on her.



Hermione was wet with need, and pressing against her belly, was the proof of Severus’. Hermione’s hands and nails drug down his back causing him to hiss his pleasure. Her hands found what she was searching for, and she tugged.



Severus felt cool air hitting his arse and legs, as the towel was flung across the room.



“Well now.” He said sexily. “It looks like you now have entirely too much clothing on.”



To make good on this point, Severus stood, and Hermione’s eyes followed. From his lust ridden face, to his chest and stomach, down further to his rather large member, pointing at her. She licked her lips involuntarily. Hermione let her hands fall to her hips and she pulled off her skirt and panties with one motion.



Severus watched her undress herself, his cock throbbing. God he needed to touch her, and soon. She looked at him, lust and love practically dripping from her. She was a goddess, his goddess. And he would make her scream his name.



Severus quickly cast a ward over her door and fireplace and a silencing charm. Setting his wand on the side table, he turned to her, his cock bouncing gently. “Now, where were we?” he asked, sensuality radiating off of him.



“Right here.” Hermione said, taking his arm and leading him to the bed. She sat him down on it, pushing so he could lie down. Hermione straddled him, and took his large member into her hand. Severus moaned at the touch.



Hermione slowly began stroking him, long slow strokes. He bucked his hips, wanting her to go faster. Hermione did just that. Her hand moving quickly over him. She gently squeezed and he gasped her name. With a wicked look of her own, she bent down and kissed the head.



Severus groaned loudly and his hips reflexively bucked once again. “Oh Merlin, god Hermione, love please…” his plea reached her, and she grinned again as she licked her lips. Severus moaned as her lips engulfed him. Tongue swirling around his head, she lowered herself, taking him in as far as she could. His cock hit the back of her throat, and she pulled back up, then she slid him in further than before, and he called out her name helplessly.



“God, Hermione, stop! I can’t take this pleasure anymore. I need to touch you, and soon!” he pleaded.



She ignored him and wrapped her hand around his member as well and continued to suck at him softly, then stronger as her head bobbed and her fist worked him. She was so wet with desire for him, but the look on his face made her want to watch him for as long as she could. Severus arched himself into her hand and mouth gasping, and moaning unintelligible words. He finally grabbed her and swung her off of him. He pinned her to the bed.



“I think, my love, that it is high time you receive some pleasure.”



Severus slid one finger inside of her. He slowly pumped his long digit inside of her warmth. He slid a second finger inside of her. Grinning, he experimentally wiggled his two fingers.



Hermione’s body trembled and she gasped his name. “OH GOD! Severus, oh god that feels so good!” she moaned.



He lowered his face to hers and kissed her passionately, before lowering it between her legs. Settling in, he slid his tongue out, and licked her clit, emitting a howl of pleasure from the gasping, trembling Hermione. Pleased with her response, he gently suckled on it, enjoying the flavor of her. He slid a third finger into her, and thrust his fingers harder, listening to her sounds of pleasure. He kept this up for several minutes.



“Oh god! Sev-Severus! I’m going to cum!” Hermione gasped. “I’m going to…AHHH!” Severus continued pumping. Her muscles tightening around his fingers, as her body shook with orgasm. He pulled his fingers away and cleaned her essence with his mouth, sitting up, he held up his fingers, dripping with her juices. He sucked them into his mouth, licking them dry.



Severus leaned in and kissed her passionately. She responded immediately. Severus rubbed his long shaft against her already stimulated clit, causing her to moan and gasp his name.



“Severus, I need you. I need to feel you inside of me. Please…” she gasped arching her back.



“Yes, Hermione.” Severus positioned himself at her entrance. “Lead me in.” he said.



Hermione reached her hand down, and gripped him, leading him to her center. He lifted her legs to wrap them around him. He braced himself on the bed, before slowly entering her folds. She moaned as he filled her. “Oh gods!” she gasped. “YES! Oh god, Severus, yes!”



He pulled out and pushed back in slowly, gauging her reaction. At her prompting he began to thrust into her hard and fast. Groaning he lifted her legs over his shoulders, lifting her partway off of the bed, each of his thrusts hitting her pleasure spot, over and over. She screamed his name loudly, begging him for more, which Severus gladly gave her, moaning her name himself. He moaned as he felt her velvet hotness slid over him gripping him tightly. Thrusting harder he managed to scoot her further up the bed until her head bumped the headboard.



Hermione reached up to grasp the wood and Severus was pounding into her. “Severus! Yes! Yes! Oh oh ohoh ohohohoh ohoh god yes! Oh yes! Severus!!” Hermione came with a powerful orgasm. Her muscles clenched around Severus’ huge member, causing him to scream her name himself, cumming hard. They rode the waves of pleasure, gasping together.



Severus collapsed on top of her, resting for a moment before rolling over. They lay on their backs for several minutes before Severus pulled her into his arms. He kissed her.



“That was amazing Hermione. You were amazing.” He kissed her again.



“God, I know. Severus, that was so perfect, so amazing.” Hermione gasped.



She rolled over and reached for her wand, performing a contraceptive charm. She laid it back and rolled to face him. “I love you Severus.”



“As I love you, my Hermione.”





Severus awoke in a puddle of sweat. “Why?” he muttered to himself. “Why now? After all of these years?” as the memories swamped him, he rolled out of bed. He made his way to his storage room. He could have just summoned it. But he needed to see for himself. That it was where he had put it seven years ago. He climbed to the top of the ladder, and shuffled through the large boxes. He found one in particular. He pulled it down and carried it to his rooms.



Setting it at his table, beside the couch, he stared at it. ‘Am I ready? Ready to open this part of my past…my present…’ he thought sadly. ‘My…future?’ his eyes grew with hope. But no, it would not do for another few months. If he remembered correctly, it would be around that date… ‘I can’t open it. Not right now…not with all of these memories threatening to overcome me.’ He lifted it, and took it into the study. Putting it away in a new place with more access, should he need to look inside.



He went back to his lab, but this time to the supply closet. He searched quickly, and found what he needed. A dreamless sleep potion. ‘I think, I will need to make some more, if these continue.



After taking the potion, he lay in his rooms. As he fell asleep, several tears fell from his closed eyes. ‘Mione…’



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Professor Dumbledore sighed. “Poor Severus. That man never gets a break does he?” he asked himself.



He had been watching his potions master antics recently. The excessive drinking, the dreams, and now the box. He agreed that he was right to have put it away seven years ago, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to see again. All of those memories he had buried away, deep inside of his own pensive, were now overflowing, and slowly returning to him. Due to his past self’s experiences, this Severus, was retaining all that happened between himself and Hermione.



Dumbledore felt that he would soon be unable to help himself from opening that part of him again. He had been so hurt, so desperate to find her again, even though he knew where she had gone. Since that time, he had been unable to find a professor for that class, to stay over a year.



He hoped it would be over soon. That Severus would finally be able to stop suffering, and be happy once more. He had even joined Lord Voldemort, in the hopes of being sent to follow the woman he loved. He was sorely mistaken. The only thing that Voldemort had brought him was deception, pain and misery.



Severus wanted out of that situation, so he had turned to Dumbledore for help, to protect his and Hermione’s friend, Lily Evans. It was the least her could do for Hermione, since he had not been able to find her again. He had no way of going to the future to be with her, since his other self was there. So Severus had to wait, twenty long years to be with her again. And when she had shown up, he realized, it would have to be another seven, for she entered Hogwarts at the tender ate of eleven. That was when Severus pulled his memories of her, and placed them in his pensive, along with everything that would draw her memory back to him.



Dumbledore sighed once again, and turned out the candles with a wave of his hand. He left his study and went to the fireplace in his office. Taking a pinch of floo powder, he scattered it inside of the dying flames. “My rooms.” He stated plainly. He stepped into the flames and it transported him to his private quarters. As he exited the fireplace, his wife, Minerva, rolled over.



“Albus…” she scolded. “Do you know what time it is?”



“Of course Minnie, I am sorry. I was thinking of Severus again. That poor lad has had his heart broken and is now suffering through what we had eventually known would happen.”



“Well of course he is,” Minerva said sadly, “The poor dear, I remember as well as you do that they were inseparable that year. And after, when they lived here, they were the prime example of a happy marriage, not including us of course.” She said fondly.



“Well my love, lets go to sleep now, maybe we can think of some way to help the man tomorrow.” He wrapped his arms around his wife of fifty years. “Good night Minnie.”



“Good night, Albus.”





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