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Days of Future Past : Edited & Complete 11/20/11	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 12304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione was fairly quiet for the rest of the day. She reflected on her realistic dream of her two hosts and wondered what had brought that on. It certainly wasn't characteristic of her normal fantasies. While it was incredibly hot, she didn't feel any attraction toward Lucius. He wasn't her type; too aloof and aristocratic for her taste. She liked a man that had his dirty side turned inside out but wasn't a douche bag about it. Like Severus.

She let herself sink into the overstuffed lounger in the massive library in front of the fireplace. In short order she was buried in an 18th century thriller novel so was indubitably rattled when a house-elf popped into view with her lunch and a message.

"There is a Severus Snape here to see you, ma'am. Would you like me to tell him to piss off, Miss?"

"Tipsy!" she admonished. The house-elf looked at her non-plussed. Apparently Lucius allowed his staff a little liberality with the cheek these days. "No, show him in," she said, resigned.

She might as well get this over with, although she couldn't possibly imagine what she had left unfinished unless he was here to harass her. There was no way she was getting her hopes up about a reconciliation.

Mentally preparing herself, she stood and lifted her chin, resolute in her self-defense not to break down and cry in front of him.

The man who appeared before her was smartly dressed in black tweed slacks, a white cotton shirt that billowed at the sleeves and chest with the first three buttons undone. His dragon-hide boots had been polished to a glossy shine and there was not a sneer to be seen anywhere on his face.

Maybe there was hope to be had yet…..

Letting him make the first move, she crossed her arms and let the distance between them make its statement. Don't run into his arms. Don't run into his arms. Don't run into his arms.

He held out his arms to her, his eyes shining with unspoken emotion and she weakly felt her resolve slip away and ran to him, leaping like a small child into his powerful grip as she kissed him frantically. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and bosom pressed up towards his face. He broke the kiss and buried his face in her subtle cleavage, inhaling her scent.

"Gods, how I've missed you."

Elated, knowing the old Severus would never have made such an admission, she instantly forgave him and began raining kisses down upon him.

"Oh Hermione, I want you. I need you, say you're mine. Be mine, witch."

Continuing to nip at her breasts and knead her bum under his grasp, he quickly brought her to the settee across from them and deposited her onto it. With three deft flicks his erection was free and her trousers gone.

Alarm bells went off in her head but she was so desperate for his touch she brushed it away as one would an annoying insect.

"God yes, Severus. I'm yours. I'll always be yours! Fuck me, oh god I want you. Fuck me now!"

With a feral grin he positioned himself and thrust into her tight heat. A growl of approval escaped his lips as he pounded her tight cunt, rocking his hips just so and catching her g-spot with its thickness. Hermione hadn't been this responsive to him in years. It was intoxicating to see the lust for him in her eyes. He was drunk on her tight flesh as he partook of his property. It took every ounce of strength not to come inside of her right away. He wanted to give her pleasure and show her how he felt about her. Sex was the only way he was comfortable letting go.

"Oh, god, Severus, I'm going to come. Oh goddess yes, just a little bit more, right there, oh yes harder, unh Severus fuck yes! Unh unh unh unh unhhhhhhhh!" The staccato of her vocalizations were caused by his rapid thrusts pounding her tight, slick pussy. Her cunt tightened around him and milked him so good he lost control and came hard inside of his witch.

"Oh, fuck Hermione that was bloody fantastic," he breathed into her ear. His bulk lay uncomfortably atop her and she had to nudge him several times to get him to move.

After tidying themselves there was an awkward silence. Why isn't he talking? she wondered, nervously chewing her lip.

Now that the sex was over Severus, in truth, didn't know what to do next. He hadn't thought that far ahead. So instead of asking Hermione how she was doing, what she was thinking or anything else concerning her welfare he stuck his foot in his mouth and pissed her off instead.

"When are you coming home?" He sniffed and plucked at the cuffs of his shirt, buttoning it by hand.

"What?" Hermione shot him an incredulous grimace, wondering if she heard him right. Unfortunately, she had.

He caught her gaze and said in his most serious, professor-like voice, "I asked when you're coming home. Surely you can see I've forgiven you. There is nothing keeping you here. I suggest you pack your things so we can leave immediately. I'll wait here."

He folded his hands and nodded in the direction of the library entrance. "Go on then."

Shaking her head slowly, Hermione stood and took a wide stance in front of him.

He looked at her expectantly, wondering why she wasn't going to pack.

"You really are thick, you know that?" she spat, her little fists curling into her palms, digging in so deeply crimson began to stain her nails.

Severus felt a spark of fury well up inside of him. So this is how she wanted it? Fine. He would show her who was boss and then sling her over her shoulder and take her back to Spinner's End. Then he'd be damned if he ever let her out ever again. The insolent chit.

Keeping his composure, he stood and towered over her. The intimidation made her cringe a bit but she covered it up almost instantly.

"I am only going to say this once, Hermione. You are my wife. I own you. If you know what is good for you, you will go up to your rooms and pack your things. Bring with only what you took from our home. I don't need Lucius' charity reminding me of who you'd rather be fucking."

Wait a minute. Had he actually said what she thought he did? Unfortunately for him, he had, for the next moment caught him flying backward across the library, crashing into a freestanding case of books that tumbled over with a resounding crash that was sure to have made vibrations ricochet throughout the Manor and beyond. Hundreds of rare, delicate, leather-bound volumes leapt willy-nilly from the shelves and scattered indelicately across the marble and shag carpeted floor of the Malfoy library.

Severus Snape lay stunned atop several shelves now busted into several pieces, his arm twisted at an odd angle behind his back and tongue rapidly swelling from having bitten nearly all the way through it.

A lithe form flitted into the library mere seconds before the enraged witch could advance on her husband and his death wish.

"Expelliarmus!" called out the clear, masculine voice. "Accio wands!" Severus and Hermione's wands both flew into the left hand of Remus Lupin.

"Give me that!" she screeched.

He held it high above her head and ignored the small fists beating his chest.

"No. Hermione, you have to stop. It will do you no good to kill him."

"He has to die, Remus! I've had enough of this. I'm sick of his shit. Please, at least let me Crucio him, just once, please!"

"Hermione, I said no!" he told her more forcefully.

Just then Lucius Apparated with a resounding Crack right on top of the toppled bookcase. Swearing in Latin, he tripped and hit his temple on a broken corner piece.

"Merlin's bloody fucking balls!" he cried out.

Narcissa Apparated in on his heels but was lucky enough to miss the tumbled contents of their collection by inches.

"What happened here?"

Hermione threw up her hands and simply pointed at the groaning, injured Snape.

Remus gave her a long-suffering look and proceeded to help Lucius out of the wreckage and heal his head wound.

Narcissa had climbed over books and broken shelves to gingerly assess the damage to Severus' tongue, arm and torso. She pursed her lips and shook her head.

"He's going to need St. Mungo's. He's bitten his tongue nearly clean through."

Hermione sniffed. "Serves him right."

Lucius surveyed the ruins of his priceless collection and she saw his jaw tighten. "We'll discuss this later, Hermione."

Climbing over to help Narcissa, he took hold of Severus' arm and Apparated them directly to St. Mungo's.

Narcissa clucked her tongue and picked her way over to Hermione. Placing a hand on her arm in a motherly fashion, Hermione was now sure she had dreamed the whole encounter with her and her two hosts. Surely this woman would never see her in such a light?

"Care to tell me what happened?" she asked softly.

Hermione shook her head vehemently.

Narcissa shot Remus an apologetic look. "Then I leave you in Mr. Lupin's capable hands."

With a light sniff she swanned out of the library, already clapping her hands to gather house-elves to clean up and assess the damage.

Remus pulled Hermione somewhat forcefully into an adjoining, private parlor and shut the door.

"What the hell was that?" He motioned at the door, running his hands over his thinning scalp.

"I said I don't want to talk about it."

"Hermione, you've been unwilling to talk about it for weeks. Why am I here if you don't need guidance in getting back together with him?"

"I don't know what I want!" she cried, collapsing into a pile of sobbing witch. "He came to me, and for a minute I thought he was actually going to apologize!"

"You let him have sex with you," he stated. It wasn't a question; he could smell it on her.

"Yes," she whispered disconsolately.

"Oh, Hermione." He knelt next to her and gathered the little witch into his arms. He rocked with her like that for some time, knowing there was nothing he could say that would make it better. All he could do for the woman he had loved for many years was watch her shed tears and mourn over a man that had been his enemy since adolescence. A man that didn't deserve her, much less the children of his she carried in her womb.

"Did you tell him about the babies?" he murmured into her hair.

"No," came the choked reply. "Severus always said that if I were to fall pregnant it had to be my own fault and to not bother him with it, as he never wanted to be a father and expected me to terminate the pregnancy."

A fresh wave of tears flowed, soaking his linen shirt and not caring so long as he held her close and showed her the love and support she so desperately needed.

After a while her cries subsided and she hiccoughed into his chest. Pulling his wand from its holster, he placed it over her belly and whispered. Two bright pink little blobs danced and sparkled over her womb. Hermione smiled, the first real smile he'd seen since his arrival.

"They're going to be powerful little girls," he observed, allowing the corners of his lips to turn up in amusement.

"Yes, my beautiful, wonderful precious babies."

He held his wand over the small bulge for a while longer before allowing the pink orbs to fade. With it the light from Hermione's eyes faded as well.

"What am I going to do, Remus? I can't stay here and live off the Malfoy's, and I refuse to go back to that hovel Severus calls a home. How am I going to raise two little babies all on my own? Oh, Remus, I'm so frightened."

She wrapped her arms around his torso and buried her head in his shoulder, the strands of curls escaping Narcissa's tiny French braids tickling the skin along his cheek and jaw.

"You can come stay with me," he mumbled.

"What was that?" Hermione looked up and caught her breath at the love shining in his eyes.

He inhaled deeply and declared more clearly, "I said you can come stay with me. I can be a father to your children. Hermione, before you say anything, hear me out." He held one finger to her lips, sure of the protest put upon them.

"I know you see me only as a friend, but when I first heard Severus was abusing you I couldn't believe it until I saw how unhappy you were. I know he hasn't hit you, but that doesn't mean you haven't suffered verbal, mental and emotional abuse, all of which take far more time to heal than the physical kind."

She closed her mouth and listened intently. He was telling her exactly what she needed to hear, like it or not.

"I have been in love with you since the day I saw you save that mother and baby at the Ministry. When she fell from the third to the first floor and went into labor, everyone froze, including me. No one knew what to do, but you- you were simply amazing. You leapt into action and not only delivered her baby but saved both of their lives. The Healer told a good friend of mine that works at St. Mungo's much later, that if you hadn't acted the way you did that day that both mother and child would have been dead."

"She named her baby girl after me," Hermione remembered. She'd never forget the thick black crown of curls the baby girl had sprouted upon leaving the birth canal. Her parents were from strict Italian wizarding families.

"Wait, you're in love with me?"

Remus nodded timidly, a blush staining his cheeks.

"Oh, Remus….." With a small smile, she leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. The kind of kiss a friend would give another friend…. and nothing more.

Hermione pulled back. "As much as I appreciate the offer…."

"You can't accept, because you aren't in love with me," he finished for her.

Hermione nodded, her turn to feel a bit foolish.

"Don't you dare feel badly for feeling the way you do!" he chided immediately. "As much as I cannot understand why you love that insufferable git, I must say he is the damned luckiest wizard alive and better never hurt you again or so help me Merlin, I'll kill him myself!"

Hermione laughed then, touched by the bit of possessive Moony that had broken through the normally calm Remus Lupin exterior.

"I'll tell you what," she supplied, rising to her feet and pulling him with, their hands entwined. "Let me try and work this out with Severus. If things don't work out…. I'll come stay with you and we'll see what happens, alright?"

Remus could have been told a cure for lycanthropy had been found and he wouldn't have been happier than he was right at that moment.

"You won't regret it, Hermione. If things don't work out between you and the git, I'll be the best Daddy those little girls ever had and Teddy would be thrilled to have two little sisters."

With a small nudge Hermione led him to the door and out into the library where the house-elves were putting the finishing touches on the now-repaired bookshelf, minus a few dozen volumes that required magical repair.

"I suppose Lucius is rightly sussed," she mused, summoning a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Yes, and rightly so," came the Manor owner's drawling cadence. He stepped out from behind the bookcase and summoned another glass to join them.

"Do you know how much it is going to cost me to restore those volumes? Hundreds of thousands of galleons."

Hermione ducked her head and looked at him from under her lashes.

"I couldn't stay mad at you, little one. Just remember. I have a strict "no wands" policy in this part of the Manor. The next time you want to hex the balls off your husband I highly suggest you take it to a less delicate part of my estate, say, the dueling range?" He smirked, raising his glass in a salute to his two guests.

Normally one to savor his own glass, Lucius drained it and placed his glass on the fine cherry wood table nearby. Sparing a glance at her stomach, he left a parting quip for Hermione. "I may carry only the best Elf-made wine, my dear, but more than a glass is unsafe for expecting witches." With a knowing grin he elegantly strode from the library, turned the corner and strode down the hall with a bit too much flourish.

Hermione stared after him. "Well, guess the cat's out of the bag on that secret."

Remus poured himself another glass and gestured for Hermione to sit, settling back into their usual camaraderie and banter that lasted well into the wee hours of the morning.
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Days of Future Past : Edited & Complete 11/20/11