Chapter 5

Disclaimer: And still plodding along.

Thanks to the lovely ladyinthecloak for putting up with me and mah craziness.

For the next two weeks, they shared every meal together, walked to every class together, and studied together. They didn’t have any further incidents with the Gryffindor gang either. They all seemed to avoid her, especially Peter. One night, Sev asked her to go to the Astronomy Tower with him. She agreed. They snuck out of their common room after midnight. Once on the roof, he began explaining the stars to her. She knew that he was working up the nerve to kiss her. They had kissed quite a bit, but she always initiated the kisses. She found herself more and more infatuated with him. Severus. Her Severus. He was so much like the man she knew in her time. She could see more of him coming out with each day. Pity those who got in his way.

“I think... I think you are beautiful,” he said softly as he held her against his chest.

“I think you are as well,” she said.

Then she heard a snigger. It was faint, but there was no mistaking what is was. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Severus apparently hadn't heard it though. He just kept gazing at the stars. Then she heard a footstep, near them. She pulled out her wand and whirled around.

Severus jumped back not knowing if he was to be hexed or not.

“Accio Invisibility Cloak!”

Sure enough, James Potter’s cloak flew into her hands. Sirius, James, and Peter were huddled closely together. James was holding a parchment that looked suspiciously like the Marauder’s Map.

“Accio parchment,” she said.

“Hey!” James called. “Give that back!”

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the Marauders out for a moonlight stroll. You like spying, do you?” she asked in a cold voice.

How dare they mess up this moment with Severus? Bastards!

She looked at the map. It was blank. She pointed her wand at it, but before she could say anything, they began to laugh, obviously thinking that it would insult her and she wouldn’t know how to use it. She smirked and whispered, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” She made sure that neither Severus nor the Gryffindors heard her.

The map came to life. “Severus, point your wand at them. Be sure they don’t hex me.”

He did as she said, and they were all looking at her oddly. She opened the map fully. “Where is Lupin?” she questioned.

“His grandmother is ill,” James said.

Severus snorted.

James turned to him. “Not a word, Snivellus.”

Hermione giggled. Lupin was not in the castle. She could plainly see that. It could only mean that he was at the Shrieking Shack. They must have been on their way back from there when they saw her and Severus’ names as being up on the tower. Interestingly enough, she saw that Mrs. Norris was lurking about the bottom of the stairs below. That could only mean that Filch was on his way. Sure enough, a dot with his name was steadily making its way towards his cat.

She looked at James. “I will return your cloak to you tomorrow.”

“I don’t trust you, Slytherin,” he said, jutting his chin up defiantly.

“I promise you on my life that I will return it to you tomorrow,” she said with a nod.

“I still don’t trust you.”

“Then I swear it on Severus’ life. You can see that I love him, and I would not jeopardize that.” She blanched as she realized what she had just said. She couldn’t look at Snape just now.

James did though. He looked between the two. “All right. At breakfast,” he said. “What of my parchment?”

“You mean this map?” She saw their eyes go wide, and she smirked, quite pleased with herself. “I’ll give it back to you now. You will need it more than we will. Filch is on his way up. If he sees it, he might stash it in that cabinet in his office.”

They all began to panic. When she walked slowly toward them, they all took one step back. “Mischief managed.” The map went blank.

“How could you...?” James began.

“How did you know?” Sirius asked. “She’s... a dark witch, she is!”

Peter grunted dumbly.

“I’m just very clever, Padfoot,” she told Sirius. She glared at Peter. “Wormtail suits you.” She gave James the map. “I’ll see you in the morning. Good Luck.” She walked over to Severus, whose mouth was gaping, and pulled the cloak over them just as Filch opened the door.

“I have you now,” he yelled at the three boys. “This calls for detention, this does!”

She suppressed a giggle as he walked right by her and Severus. They hurried through the door before the trio thought to summon the cloak and expose them. As quickly as they could, they made their way back to the dungeons. Severus muttered the password. The common room was empty. She pulled him into her room, threw off the cloak, and locked the door. She began laughing loudly. “Did you see their faces?”

She stopped laughing after a moment when she saw that Severus was looking at her oddly.

“How did you know they were there?”

“He’s just like Harry! I heard them and realized who was there,” she said, laughing again. Her hair was about her face wildly. She made for the bathroom, and she pulled it up in a ponytail. She pulled off her cloak and her robes, leaving only her uniform on.

She walked back out. He was sitting on her bed. “Harry. You speak of him often. Is that the... Is he the one?”

“No, he’s just my best friend. Actually, he is dating another friend of mine.” She smiled and sat next to him.

“How did you figure out that parchment?”

“Oh, well, Harry sho...” She stopped. Damn.

“Harry again, is it?” He raised an eyebrow at her. He had changed in appearances so much since she had first come. His hair was washed each day, he smelled of soap and spices, his robes were impeccable. She had fallen in love with him. His voice. His hands. His eyes. His opinions on things. The way he studied.

She realized that he might be feeling the same way. Wasn’t this ironic? She knew that she had feelings for Snape, but here with his younger self, they'd become more developed.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“Yes.” She knew he was referring to her being in love with him.

“Why me?” he asked, disbelief fully on his face. “You only just met me a month ago.”

“I’ve known you for years, Sev,” she blurted.

He looked at her as if she was crazy, then smiled. “It does feel like it, doesn’t it?”

She nodded, thanking Merlin that he'd given her an easy out. She didn’t think that he was ready for the truth. Not yet. She kicked off her shoes and began undoing her tie. She was feeling a bit hot suddenly.

“I do love you, Severus,” she said after a moment. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. She went stand between his legs and placed a hand on his cheek. He closed his eyes as if trying to etch her touch into his soul.

“Mione...” he breathed.

It was the same thing that her Snape had done. He must have been subconsciously remembering her.

When he opened his eyes, he pulled her down on top of him as he lay back on the bed. They began kissing passionately. Before she knew it, she was turned over. He was on top. They both began fumbling with each other’s clothes--her hands easing off his cloak, his pulling off her shirt.

“Nox,” he whispered. The lights went out. The only light came from her fake window, which reflected a night scene. They were drenched in fake moonlight.

They were both completely naked. His lips and hands were all over her, and she could only think of how good he felt to her. He nuzzled her breasts gently yet urgently, her hands clutching at his hair, his back, any place they could reach. She gasped when he slipped a finger inside her.

He froze.

“Are you all right?”

“Don’t you dare stop,” she breathed. She could make out his grin in the dim light. He went back to kissing her and traveled up her neck to her ears. His fingers working magic on her. Suddenly, his thumb brushed against her at just the right spot.

“Oh,” she whimpered.

“You like that?” he asked, unsure.

“Mmmmhmmm.”

He began stroking her more quickly, pressing a little more firmly. “Oh my... oh...” she breathed. The feelings were unlike anything she had ever experienced. “I feel... oh!” His lips covered hers as she began her orgasm. She cried out in delight into his mouth as he kissed her. She felt her nails clinging to his back. He pulled away for a moment as her shivers subsided.

“Severus...” she said softly. She had never felt anything so powerful. Strong magic had just passed between them. Soul mates maybe.

Then, he was back, his dark eyes, shadowed in the moonlight, piercing into hers. She felt his erection nudging her stomach. He was questioning her without words as he ground closer into her body. She kissed him for a reply. Severus adjusted a bit lower, and he placed himself just above her opening.

He pushed forward a little, and she could feel him sliding in slowly. Her hips moved up, and he suddenly was buried inside her. She cried out in pain. He kissed her softly and began slowly moving within her. Her legs locked behind his calves tightly as she began to move with him easily. It was as if they were made for each other. Before long they were moving together in a quick pace, she felt the familiar feeling of abandon building back up once again.

Each stroke taking her closer to the edge again. She arched up and lost control. “Severus... Wow.”

Moments later, he began moaning deeply. “Mione...” He collapsed on the side of her, drawing her closely to him, showering her face with kisses.

She was in love with Severus Snape. She was sure that he loved her though he could not say it. Once their breathing returned to normal, she decided to talk.

“I never...” She was suddenly embarrassed. Would he mind?

“It’s okay,” he said, kissing her forehead. “You are beautiful. Perfect. I never did either.”

She felt much better. Then she realized what had just happened. She had lost her virginity to Severus Snape!!! He had lost his to her as well!! How could she face him when she went back home? He would be able to read it all over her. He would wonder why she wasn’t a virgin if he and she ever made love. Not, if... when. Because she planned on it.

She was going back to him, not staying in this time. Guilt washed over her. She was deceiving him. She had let him into her heart, into her soul, and into her body. And if he loved her, it was not really her that he loved, was it? No. It was not Hermione Granger. It was Mione Dorset.

“Severus?”

“Yes, love?”

Her heart melted. He had trusted her, and she had betrayed him. She couldn’t go on with the lies. “I need to tell you something.”

This alerted him that something wasn’t quite right. He bolted up and pulled her up with him. “Lumos!” he said.

Had his wand been in bed with them? Had he been fearing a hex?

“What?” He was worried. He looked as if he feared rejection.

She realized that he could see her clearly down to her waist. She didn’t move to hide herself. She glanced at his chest and saw the hair that she had admired there. He wasn’t as broad yet, but he would be. “I need you to know that I love you... with all of my heart. You are everything to me. Always will be.”

“But?” he urged, his voice was not much more than a whisper.

“I trust you. It’s the only reason I am telling you this now. I should have told you before, but I was waiting for the right time. I’m... I’m not who you think I am,” she said softly, knowing that sounded lame.

“You mean, you are a dark witch?” He was eyeing her oddly. She wanted to laugh.

“No. I--”

“Well, how do you know all of that about them? How do you have different talents than we do?” He was getting suspicious.

“I have been telling you about Harry. He is my friend. One day, he will own James’s cloak and his map. It’s how I know them. James is his father. His name is Harry Potter.” She bit her lip.

He looked at her and began to laugh. “His son, eh? You’re from the future, are you?” He laughed harder. He saw that she was about to cry and stopped. “You’re not serious.”

She nodded. “Yes, I am. My real name is Hermione Granger. I’m from just outside of London.” She allowed her accent to leave her voice and spoke normally for the first time in weeks. “I’m a Mudblood Gryffindor.”

He jumped up from the bed, oblivious to his nakedness, nor the fact that he appeared to be ready for her again. “If this is true,” he pointed his wand at her, “then this Potter made you come back in time to taunt me? To make me love you?”

“No, Severus, please. I love you. I’m not here for that,” she begged. He was reaching for his trousers. “Wait,” she lunged forward. He held his wand out and gave her one of his more famous stares.

“I will go to the Headmaster about this. Wait, he knows, doesn’t he? Is he in on this, too? A prank?” He was seething.

“Severus, I love you. I would never hurt you. I am going to be with you for always one day.”

“One day? This is a bunch of shit, Madam. You think this is funny? Why are you telling me these lies?” He looked as though he was about to cry.

He was pulling up his trousers on one leg when she said, “You sent me here.”

He paused. “I sent you? Impossible! I have never met you.”

“No, you from my time. You and Dumbledore made a time piece for me to come here. Please trust me.” She reached for him, but he backed away.

“I am not close to the Headmaster!” he said angrily.

“But you will be. You are going to be a Potions master and teach here for him. You are my professor for Merlin’s sake. I actually have known you for years,” she said, allowing true tears to spill over. “I love you. Now and then.”

His trousers fell back to the floor. His mouth was open. “You are sleeping with your professor?”

“We’ve never made love. Only kissed. You should have noted that I had no other within me before you just now. All you ever did was hold me all night once,” she said softly, but meeting his eyes. “But I guess I have slept with my professor now though, haven’t I?”

“But I am older than you!” He seemed shocked, still not believing her completely.

“I know, but in wizarding age, it means nothing. We live to be over 180 years old mostly. I want to spend my life with you. And I will. I just... I love you. We are good together,” she said, hoping he would understand. “I am not here about us. I am here for a purpose.”

“I don’t want to hear it,” he said, reaching again for his trousers. “I don’t want to believe this, but it fits. How else would you know and do the things you do? I could have agreed with Black thinking that you were a dark witch or had some extra powers. I need time to sort this out.”

“Wait. I have a letter for you,” she said, bouncing off the bed. She rummaged through her trunk and found it. She turned to go back to him and walked right into him. He had come up behind her without her noticing. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her roughly. She dropped the letter to the floor and encircled her arms around him giving herself to his kiss. They were both completely naked, kissing, lights completely on. It made her shiver. He picked her up and carried her back to the bed.

“I am confused. I feel betrayed,” he admitted. “As much as I would like to make love to you again, I cannot. I will take that letter and leave. I promise that I will come to you tomorrow and tell you how I feel about this. I just need time.”

She nodded.

“Who is the letter from?”

“It’s from you.”

His face went blank. He kissed her chastely on the lips, picked up the letter, summoned his clothes, and with a quick spell, they were on his body. “Good night, Mione.” He was gone.

She cried herself to sleep. She had seen the hurt and confusion in his eyes. How could she have let this happen? She should have listened to Snape. Befriend him. Take it slow. Instead, she had allowed him to love her. To have feelings for her. Allowed herself to be lost in everything Severus.

AN: Ohhh noooessss! :) LOL However will they fix this?