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Time lost. ...EPILOGUE UP!	By : reirei Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25859 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The first year was the hardest for both parties involved. Severus callously slapped down any attempt to get to know Hermione Granger but slowly he realized without a shadow of a doubt, this was his Hermione, although she did have bigger teeth and bushier hair.

The questions that arouse, the self doubt and initial loathing began to settle into a grudging respect and Severus vowed to himself that he would protect her as best he could to make sure that she would make it to a time when he could get to know her better.

This proved difficult, as the little witch was insufferable and a know-it-all with a knack for getting into only the WORST kind of trouble. Eventually her friendship with the Boy-who-lived to annoy him was cemented as was her relationship with the Dunderheaded Weasley. Was it his imagination or were the Weasley�s getting slower witted with each child?

The appearance of Voldemort at the end of the year shocked him.

Severus decided that a closer watch was required and he set about to spy on Ms. Granger more decidedly during the second year. With the opening of the Chamber of Secrets Severus began to stalk Granger certain that she was the most obvious target.

Severus even went to such lengths as mentioning a certain extra credit assignment involving Basilisk Poison. Hermione being a knowledge-crazed student would surely realize how to protect herself from such an attack.

Severus was rewarded for this kindness by a certain thief breaking into his Potion Stores. He had his suspicions.

In any case, Severus proved to be right in regard to his helpful information, as Granger was simply petrified instead of killed upon discovery of the Basilisk. A mirror frozen in her hand.

Only Madam Pompfrey suspected anything strange when Snape visited Hermione on a daily basis upon her being petrified.

Snape assured her it was nothing but morbid curiosity at seeing the know-it-all getting her just deserves. To which Pompfrey looked appropriately disgusted and promptly left.

The third year almost gave him a heart attack. Aside from the amusing time when Hermione punched Draco in the face, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Hermione was indeed growing into the young woman that he once loved. Her body began to fill out a bit and her spots came in full force. Her hair was a disaster that rivaled his own. She was driving him crazy!

The dementors were loose around the school looking for Sirius Black and that idiot Lupin was responsible for almost killing her. In addition to everything else, he had the pleasure of being humiliated by Potter, with whom he had a distinct animosity towards for constantly putting Hermione and himself in danger. The little idiot.
Then the fourth year during the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

Severus remembered two encounters. One, when Malfoy the little shit, hexed her for some reason. Her bucked teeth that were already abnormally long, grew past her chin. The look was nothing short of horrifying and Hermione looked deeply humiliated. No doubt Malfoy was aiming for Potter when it happened.

Snape reminded himself that Hermione would have to toughen up eventually, considering all the things she would face with the Death Eaters. He remembered callously responding to her. �I don�t see a difference.� The anguish in her bright eyes as he turned to focus angrily on Potter.

Then Granger actually showed up at the dance. With Victor Krum.

This choice surprised many people, but not Snape. Especially not since he had been watching the Bulgarian Lughead follow her around the library night after night.

Granted, Snape had just assumed that Krum was trying to do her in. Not date her.

However, since she had her teeth fixed,Hermione had begun to take on her initial beauty as a teenager. Snape idly suspected that Hermione shortened her teeth beyond what they were before.

Snape saw his first opportunity to get to know Hermione. During the dance, a fight broke out between the Trio over Hermione�s choice of date. Hermione fled outside crying. Snape followed her yet again.

Snape remembered the events in vivid detail.

--- The Dance

Snape was garbed in his finest black robes that were clean. Black velvet buttoned up waistcoat and black slacks adorned his pale frame. He sat at the table next to Flickwit and Sprout, with a slice of turkey in front of him. His black gaze glittering as it scanned the room in annoyance.

�Here now then Professor Snape, where�s your date?� Sprout smiled jovially across at him.

Snape sneered slightly. � I do not bring acquaintances to school functions, Professor Sprout. I fail to see this as anything but an exercise of futility and a waste of my time.�

Hagrid chortled hearing that crack. � Couldn�t find one then?�

Snape narrowed his eyes and he responded silkily. �Unlike you Hagrid, I do not find it difficulty to convince those of the female persuasion to do what I wish. However, I do find that our time is better spent doing activities, which would hardly be appropriate at the dinner table. Especially in a school.�

Sprout�s eyes popped out and she laughed. �Huzzah! Professor Snape. You are a bad one.�

Snape snapped. � Clearly. I didn�t believe that was in question.�

Snape continued to cut up his meat and speared a piece, popping it into his mouth on the end of his knife. He licked his lips and stared back at the Champions table, only to find Hermione staring at him.

Gods Hermione looked pretty. Her hair was smooth for once and pulled back to show her classic high cheekbones and her eyes sparkled darkly from happiness. Her lips were stained a pretty pink blush color and they were curled into a small smile. She nodded her head to Snape in acknowledgement at his presence.

Severus glared at her and then went back to staring at his turkey, missing the look of hurt on Hermione�s face as she wondered why her Professor so obviously hated her.

Dumbledore sighed on the other end of the table and drained his Elf wine.

Hermione swallowed back the hurt and looked to Victor. �The Professor�s are all enjoying themselves.� Except for Snape, Hermione silently amended.

Krum reached up and tucked an errant curl behind her ear. �Vat is not to like? The food is good, the women beautivul?�

Hermione blushed from Victor�s hand touching her hair. Hermione�s eyes jumped up to the table across from them when suddenly Snape loudly dropped his knife to the plate with a clatter.

Snape was seething, visibly. THE LITTLE SOD was touching her. Openly. Couldn�t the little Bulgarian keep his hands to himself?

Dumbledore shot Snape a warning look across the table. All the professors and some of the students were staring at him. Snape grimaced.

Snape shrugged slowly trying to unknot the tension in his shoulders. �I�m finished. Thanks for the delightful meal.� He pushed back his chair with a screech.

Sprout turned to him aghast. � Oh no Severus, you cant. The Dance, you�re a chaperone!�

Snape brought his slender fingers to the pounding pulse in his forehead. �Ah yes, how foolish of me. The little dunderhead�s dance. Riveting.�

Snape sat back down. He groped blindly for the nearest Firewhiskey bottle and he poured a glass. A big one. Taking a long sip from it, he caught Dumbledore�s look of disapproval and he rolled his eyes back and took another long drink.

�Jeez� Snape�s in a mood.� Harry whispered to Hermione.

�Yes, dat one is very unfriendly.� Krum chimed in.

Hermione scolded them both. � It�s Christmas, Maybe he does not have anyone to celebrate it with. He is probably a very lonely man.�

Krum and Harry exchanged looks that showed they disagreed with Hermione�s soft-hearted explanations.

Soon dinner was done and the floor was cleared for the Dance portion of the evening.

Snape skulked off to a corner to sit with the half empty bottle of Firewhiskey and watch the proceedings. Covertly he watched Hermione as Krum put the moves on her.

�I know this is hard�.� Dumbledore spoke from behind him and Snape jumped.

�Hard�? No, it�s a bit like having your teeth pulled out, slowly. It�s bloody agonizing.� Snape grimaced watching the couple dance and tossed back another swig of Firewhiskey.

After Snape swallowed he gasped. �Not that it would bother you much� Never has before.� His tone was laced with bitterness.

Dumbledore looked sad for a moment and then shook his head. � Severus��

Snape stood up and focused on Dumbledore briefly before mockingly bowing. �Excuse me, I have a dance to chaperone.�

Snape walked outside of the dance, despite his words.

Staring up at the night sky he recalled another dance, long ago. The tragedy that followed and he was mortified to feel his eyes getting wet.

A sobbing girl ran past him towards the lake and like a siren the sound drew him to her.
Snape followed the beautiful young girl to where she collapsed on some rocks near the shore. The irony almost killed him as he realized who it was. Young love he supposed. Krum or Potter had been an idiot.

Snape snuck closer and listening to Hermione�s whispered words. �He ruins everything, stupid dunderhead.�

Snape smirked hearing his favorite insult coming from the prestigious Ms. Granger�s mouth. Before he was able to stop himself he spoke. � Which dunderhead Ms. Granger? I assure this school has multitudes.�

Snape looked horrified as the words fell out of his mouth.

Hermione stared up in shock at him, her eyes watering as it dripped mascara down her pale cheeks. Her horror at discovering her Potions Master standing there while she was crying was evident.

�Professor Snape?� Her voice warbled out.

�And they say you are the brightest witch of your year.� Snape sighed heavily and sat down on a rock across from her.

Snape snapped. � So, which dun� er boy did it?�

Hermione stared suspiciously at him. �Did what?�

�What ever it is that he always does?� Snape murmured, before reaching down to chuck a rock out into the lake. The rock skipped three times.

The shock of seeing her Professor so relaxed galvanized Hermione. �Oh, Ronald Weasley.�

�You�re crying over that boy?� Snape looked slightly repulsed.

Hermione�s eyes darkened and she turned back to stare out at the lake. �Nevermind, Sir.�

Snape considered carefully what he was about to say. Hermione looked so vulnerable and he was her teacher.

�For a supposedly bright girl, you are alarmingly stupid sometimes. You look very beautiful tonight and I suspect that Weasley is simply acting on his baser instincts. Jealousy, perhaps?� Snape resisted the urge to smack his head on the side of the rock when he realized that he said she looked beautiful.

Hermione sniffled slightly. � Everything is changing.�

Snape shrugs rather elegantly. � It always does. Don�t worry Ms. Granger. Someday you will find a little dunderhead that is perfect for you.� Snape scowled inwardly.. Yeah, like me. Snape resisted the urge to drink openly in front of her.

Hermione looked up with gratitude in her bright eyes at his words, however insulting. �Thank you Professor. Oh, and Merry Christmas..� She squeezed his hand.

Severus sucked in his breath and her touch. Severus closed his eyes and breathed hard for a moment before he scowled. � Oh, and Ms. Granger� Fifteen points from Gryffindor, for being off school grounds after curfew.� Snape�s eyes glittered down at her.

Hermione screeched suddenly as she stood up. � What!!?�

Snape smiled lazily at her. � Merry Christmas Ms. Granger.� Something in the heated way he said her name, made her heart flip flop.

Hermione looked like she wanted to say something but she was so angry she couldn�t speak. She fled back to the school and the dance.

Severus exhaled as she ran and he unscrewed the bottle cap, downing the Firewhiskey as fast as he could. At least she would be so busy hating me she wont have time to be sad.
With that thought Severus finished the last of the bottle and headed back to his Dungeon.

TBC � heh.

Hey, let me know how you like my adult Sev, JKR made him a bit of a bastard and I like to keep this as canon as possible. Your thoughts?

Love you all!

Till tomorrow.
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