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Hermione got off a photo shoot for InStyle magazine and aparated to Hogsmede fifteen minutes before she had agreed to meet Ron. After all, despite the fact that she had switched from a brain to a beauty, she certainly hadn’t changed so deeply that she would risk being late. Perhaps before her modeling career began, Hermione would have sat on a bench and waited for Ron staring into a book, but since she had left school, Hermione had found that there was a lot to learn from the world outside books.
She saunt dow down the sidewalk looking in windows and expertly appraising the cut of various robes, shoes and handbags for the modern witch. She stood outside a little perfumery scanning for the new Marc Dumbledore, designed by her old headmaster’s grandson.

From the Starbucks across the street, Severus sipped his Double Vente Gingerbread Mocha Frappuchino. The café was his favorite part of Hogsmede. Ever since it arrived in all-all-wizarding town, the Hogwarts staff and student body hadted ted in a self-righteous boycott of the muggle shop. Besides the excellent coffee, Severus knew of nowhere else in all England he could count on being free of Hogwarts people. Today, he found it had an additional boon. Specifically, he was drinking his coffee while watching the unconsciously sensual movements of Hermione Granger. Surely she hadn’t run her hands over those coltish hips and wrapped her slim arms around her waist in contemplation back in her student days. Some photographer must have taught her those moves to seduce some camera somewhere. As long as that was all she was seducing, Severus thought darkly. He let himself watch her in perfect peace, knowing that no one he knew could possibly catch him. He didn’t dissapperate her magazines after reading them just so he could be caught gazing at her in real life.

Hermione hadn’t found the perfume she was looking for in the display when Ron found her. The redhead kissed her on the cheek in greeting.
“Hey Ron.” Hermione squeezed his hand for reassurance. “Are we ready for this?”
“I always kinda thought we’d be going back together, you know? All together.”
“Harry’ll come back too, one of these days. But come on. Let’s go.”

The Great Hall seemed smaller to Hermione. It was still colossal, of course, but not quite as awe-inspiring as she had remembered it. Of course, it was all still stuck in the middle ages. She was wearing Marc Dumbledore robes with an A-line cut and modish round pockets lined with contrasting red, for her old house.
“It’s even bigger than I remembered it. Can you imagine that we were ever just walking around here like we owned the place?”
Hermione thought that she was surprised she had ever thought that the sun rose only to shine on the school. It seemed like such a tiny part of the world, now.
“Ron! Hermione!” Minerva McGonagall strided up to them with a look of pure pleasure. They had been on a first-name basis ever since defeating Voldemort.

Minerva walked the two of them around the old tower, where they had lived for seven years, and then around to the Transfiguration classroom.
“Now, is there anything else you’d like to visit?”
“How about the Library?” Ron suggested. Both women looked at him in astonishment.
“That was where I had my first kiss!” he said.
“Are you two an item?” Minerva asked.
“Oh, no. We wanted to come here with Harry also, but he said he’s not ready yet,” Hermione said.
“Of course.”
“And if you don’t mind, I’d like to visit the dungeons.”
“Tell me if I’m being too rude, but didn’t you have a crush on Severus your seventh year?” Minerva said. “If I’ve overstepped my bounds, just don’t answer.”
Hermione laughed. Even though she was glad that she lived in a wider world now, it was good to be back at Hogwarts where people treated her like an ordinary person, not a supermodel who had saved the world.
“Yes, I had a crush on him. I just thought he was so smart and dark and noble. Don’t tease me about it, please.”
“Not a word shall pass my lips.”

Minerva was as good as her word. But Marly Tickle, who had been studying in a carrel of the library, had not sworn anything, and she scampered as fast as her feet could carry her to the Ravenclaw common room. Her idol, Hermione Granger, admired her uncle. It was too much for her too keep quiet about.

“Hermione, I’m not so interested in the dungeons,” Ron pulled a face, “and you’re probably better off without me tagging along. Tell the old bat I said hello, if you want. Meet me in the Great Hall when you’re done.”

Hermione didn’t walk with books up against her chest any more, and it had been years since she last hunched her shoulders, but walking into the dungeons, she felt her poise slipping away. They were awfully dark, and Severus had not seemed pleased to see her when he had asked her to sign the Vogue. Perhaps this was all one big…

Rough hands were on her upper arms and because she wore high heels now, she was easily unbalanced and fell hard against the solid body of Severus Snape. He pulled her into an empty office and closed the door with the force of their two bodies hitting it from the inside. His hands were knotted in the fabric of her robes, one at her waist, one at heruldeulder, and he was kissing her over and over, sometimes finding her mouth, more often not.