Time lost. ...EPILOGUE UP!

Severus Snape was sweating. Rivulets of sweat rolled over his smooth pale flesh and burned into his eyes as Severus worked over a bubbling cauldron. A look of concentration marred his pale intense features. Nimble fingers dropped various ingredients until the color of the muck brewing started to change to an almost incandescent green shade. Severus’s lean muscles rippled as he pulled off his shirt and wiped his face from the offending liquids and he dropped into a chair.

Severus rubbed his burning eyes staring at the beginning of his ascent to fame and glory as it bubbled enticingly in his makeshift potion lab. The heat was necessary to provide the correct measure of humidity to affect the Dark Lord’s potion. Still it was bloody uncomfortable and he felt over ripe from working all day. The bungling idiots were all at Hogsmeade while he did real work.

A scowl appeared as he dropped his t-shirt into his laundry basket for the House Elves. His thoughts drifted to the girl who was going to be responsible for sealing his place next to the Dark Lord. The old fool Dumbledore had almost caught him in the restricted section last night.

Sometimes he could feel Dumbledore’s creepy all-knowing eyes resting on him. His fingertips drummed on his potions book absently and he stretched suddenly. A shower and food was exactly what was necessary for now. The Potion was done at this stage.

Only another two months to go, by the holidays Hermione Granger would be missing something precious, but was not the holidays about gift giving? Severus smirked slightly at that morbid thought before he rose up from the chair. Severus cast a disillusionment charm to cover his potions lab and headed for the shower. Time was of the essence. Hermione was done for even if she does not realize it.


After the Hogsmeade incident, the Marauders escorted her to her room. Hermione insisted that all she wanted to do was shower and sleep. They clearly did not believe her; however, they could not do anything if she will not admit something is wrong. Hermione showered and dressed in her sleep clothes crawling into the bed.

The room was gratefully silent, as the girls left her in peace to sleep. Hermione rested her hand at the waist of her pants. She was feeling so crazy from all of the sexual tension between her and Severus. She never would have imagined this would happen.

For a moment, Hermione tried to recall her years at Hogwarts. She recalled all the lessons with the bitter, tortured older version of the man, whose younger self currently tried to get into her knickers. She felt a blush start as her hand itched to recall physically the sensation of his hands rough on her. Imagining his mouth pressed teasingly against her throat as her legs spread wide on his desk. She could recall the feeling of his heartbeat against her own as he cupped her buttocks.

Hermione made a soft noise in her throat and she pressed her fingers into her panties testing her wetness. She was sopping wet and hot to the touch. She moaned and rubbed her clit slowly as she imagined Severus tenderly torturing her. Her fingers becoming his as they teased her folds and flicked her swelled clit.

“Oh Severus.” Her mind exploded with the images of him inside her when she called out her name. Hermione received flashes of images of her in positions, which she has only read about. Hang on, is this her fantasy? Or his? –

Severus jerked harder on his cock in the shower, imagining Hermione shoved into the wall, her leg bent up tucked over his arm and he brutally slammed his full length in her hot wet moistness. He was bending the witch in every way, she was definitely his to manipulate. Her throaty begging for more egged him on as he was about to burst. Her voice screamed his name,

“Oh, Severus!’ He exploded, dripping from his still pumping hand.

His breath slowed as the realization that he had actually heard her call his name. In his mind, Hermione sweetly laid out on her bed with her fingertips driving her to release. The witch had invaded his mind, or he had invaded her’s.

He grinned ferally, as the hot water poured down washing away evidence of his cum. The little bitch was hot for him. This makes it so much easier. Except for one problem, she was not acting like a virgin. That was a problem. He needed a virgin Mudblood. He wiped his forehead as his breathing slowed and he made a point to go find out.


Back at her dorm room Hermione was struggling to breath from all the images Severus had forced into her mind. She was sure that he had unknowingly slipped into her thoughts just like before. She sighed pleasurably from the masturbation but she knew that was all that it could be.

She never meant to be this involved. She could not be. Besides, Lily is Severus’s great love. Everything mucked up terribly. Now Neville’s dad is not following history. She knew she needed help with this.

There was only one place to get it. Professor Dumbledore.

This was supposed to be a last resort; however, things were getting VERY desperate. Hermione sat up with renewed energy. If anyone was capable of fixing this mess with Machiavellian strategy, it was Dumbledore.

Hermione threw on a pair of jeans and an old leather jacket over her sleeping pajamas. Hermione ran out of the room and down the hall towards the Transfiguration Room. Maybe he might be working late.

Hermione made her way to the Transfiguration Room mentally working out how to explain without creating a paradox. She ticked the events off in her head. “Miss Granger. I understand you were looking for me?”

Hermione jumped and looked up at the kindly face of Dumbledore. “You always knew.”

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at her statement’s usage of past tense. “You look like you need some tea.”

Hermione nodded slowly. “Yes, I do desperately.”

Dumbledore opened the door to his office and waved her inside. Once inside she saw wrappers of candy, spell books and an odd assortment of artifacts, rocks and Muggle toys. She found a clean seat sitting near the desk and she stared at hands, thinking fast.

A House Elf scurried in and produced a tea set with biscuits and honey. Dumbledore poured her some of the tea and handed it to her. Hermione thanked him and took a sip.

“Now, you are recovered from your episode in my classroom obviously.” His eyes twinkle slightly.

“Oh yes sir!” Hermione flushes. “I am terribly sorry about that. I lost a grandfather recently, you remind me of him.” She takes another sip of tea.

Dumbledore studied the young woman across from him. He was not active in school affairs but he was aware that she was creating a good deal of trouble for the Slytherin. Already, the rumors had begun between her and Severus Snape.

Dumbledore was worried for this girl. Hermione seemed bright but there was darkness in the Snape boy that was dangerous. Affiliations with Tom Riddle aside, Snape was a cruel person who was too smart for his own good.

“Sir. I have something to tell you that is of great importance to the future of Hogwarts and in fact the Wizarding World. Can you please cast a silencing charm? I would like to insure we are not overheard.” Hermione spoke quietly but with a clear strong look in her eye.

Dumbledore looked surprised but he did as she requested. “Now, what is this about Ms. Granger?”

Hermione shook her head reluctantly. “I am sorry sir, but I would have another request.”

She paused and took a deep breath.

“I need your council, but what I am to tell you will irrevocably affect your future, and the lives of those around you. I need to insure that does not happen. For your own safety, I must request a wizard’s oath to allow me to Obliviate your memory so you cannot use what I tell you. I am a loyal Gryffindor sir and please I must ask that you trust me. You would approve of my actions sir.”

Dumbledore looked shocked. “You want to Obliviate me? Why bother telling me at all?”

He paused and steeples his fingertips. “Ah, I see, you need my advice but I cannot help you.”

“Yes, sir.” Hermione looked firmly at him.

“You realize of course I could simply take the information from you without the theatrics.” Dumbledore frowned at her.

“Of course sir, but I will trust that you do not. Many lives are at stake.” Hermione shifts nervously in her chair. “You realize of course, that this is a last resort for me?”

Dumbledore considered her for a moment. “Very well. I can see the honesty in you, Ms. Granger. I swear to allow you to Obliviate me.” The magic of the Wizards Oath curled up around them.

Hermione nodded satisfied, and turned to Dumbledore and began to talk.