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Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Author's Notes:
Hello!!!
How's everyone doing?
2.39pm my time right now.
Tomorrow, June 5 at 10am my time would FINALLY be my graduation day! Yay! After 7 magical years at the conservatory I'm going to graduate!!!!
My heart is bursting and yet deep down I'm all not so calm and so happy and excited about it.
Yes, my being an Ambivert and teacher and quite person at the same time keeps me from all-out screaming. But fuck.
I'M FUCKING GRADUATING TOMORROW!!!! YAAAAAAY!!!!
Alright. Haha. Back to the business.
Right. So I'm trying my best to like not cry while I'm posting these stuff I've already written before.
And as much as I love the guesses you have about the key, I'm not sure it goes anywhere near what it opens.
Yes. The fucking mysterious keys.
And nope, not a skeleton key! (I love that term lol)

What do you guys think is going to happen soon?
I think this must be seven to the last chapter - I'm not sure, i've made changes before - like shorten and and extened a few chapters. But I remember this chapter was originally seven to the last because I remember writing this the night a fave episode of "The Flash CW" was being shown and was watching it in front of the tv while eating some tuna sandwich.

What's your fave things to drink or munch on while writing or reading ffs?
Let me know guys.
Let me get to know you guys whilst the story is near the end!
And yes, will be posting the next one soon.

Please let me know what you think of this chapter. =)

Hope you all are having a good weekend and may you have a good week ahead.

Can't wait for my graduation day tomorrow at the conservatory!!!

Lots of love
xx

Chapter Forty
For Draco

“I thought I’d find you here.” Draco said with a smile.
Hermione looked up from the book she was reading in the vast Malfoy library.
The selections were just undeniably strong to her desires and despite all her problems, it became her sanctuary at the moment.
Reading selections after another of the most precious or rare versions and editions, Hermione found herself back in Hogwarts where her knowledge were being given more than enough information she needed and wanted.
“Have you eaten?” she asked closing the book and staring up at him from the long table where she sat.
“I’m not very hungry.” Draco said looking slightly exhausted as he sat a few chairs form her.
Hermione’s brows quirked at him.
Hermione looked over at the bell that he gave her that one she rings through a servant of sorts would come and serve them.
“No, I’m alright.” Draco said shoving his hand up in the air. “Maybe I’ll get some sleep later. Have you gotten any good sleep or nap?” he asked her.
He knew how restless and sleepless she had been since her returned to the community.
“From time to time.” Hermione said. “Just enough to give me rest.”
“But not enough to make you be well-rested?” Draco suggested.
Hermione gave him a nod.
She gestured for him that he could sit nearer her.
Draco smiled and stood up.
He took a few steps and walked towards the nearest chair to her and sat next to her.
“I really love your library.” Hermione said staring at the vast ceiling and the over the top shelves of books.
“Mother was usually here.” Draco said. “She bought all these books. Father asked her to buy a couple but he’s never really read them.”
“Your mother seems like brilliant woman.” Hermione suggested.
“You have no idea.” Draco muttered shaking his head.
He looked up at her and without knowing why, Draco reached out and took hold of her hand.
Hermione was too surprised or too emotionless to take urgent notice of it.
It took her a while to realize that Draco was holding her hand over her lap.
She looked up at him with question in her eyes.
“Draco.” Hermione whispered reluctant but she didn’t withdrew her hand from him.
“I need you to understand that no matter what happens, I am here for you.” Draco said seriously.
Something in his tone slightly scared and alarmed Hermione.
“Did something happen?” she urgently asked him. “Did something go bad?”
“No.” Draco said. “But I need you to know I’m doing everything to give you justice and at the same time, give him what is ought and nothing more.”
Hermione moved her palm up to him and took hold of his hand with both of his.
Draco looked up, surprised.
“Hermione.”
“I trust you.” Hermione said seriously sitting straight and moving closer to him. “I trust you, Draco.”
“I can’t save him from Azkaban.” Draco quietly told her as he firmly held her han. “But I can try and save him from the Dementor’s Kiss.”
Hermione didn’t say anything.
She was staring quietly back at him while her fingers moved gently over his hand.
She looked uncomfortable at the thought of what he had said but at the same time there was that reeling feeling of comfort of Draco’s hand over hers.
“Do what you can.” Hermione said after a while. “Do what you can just to keep him alive.” Hermione begged him as he held his hand in hers.
“He isn’t innocent Hermione, I hope you know that.” Draco said looking at her.
She didn’t say anything.
She’s heard that fact a billion of times.
And she wasn’t going to hear the end of it – even from Draco.
But there was something in the way that Draco says it that made her feel less humiliated or guilty of the feeling that she’d been saying he’s innocent when deep down her, she knew that he completely wasn’t.
He made her feel that Snape’s misdoings truly made him guilty but that there was nothing to be ashamed about it because he was just human.
He was just a man who had needs and who fell into a trap by fate.
He did his best to take care of her and to protect her but he was till a man who had his own misgivings in life.
He wasn’t perfect.
He is guilty.
He isn’t innocent.
But he was just human to make these mistakes and that’s what she wanted them to understand – that he may have done all that could be pointed as wrong but not because he was naturally evil but because he was just human and a constant victim of fate.
“He isn’t always right.” Hermione slowly said. “But he doesn’t deserve to die that way.”
Draco’s eyes lit up.
It was the first time that he has ever heard her truly say that Snape wasn’t innocent of all the things.
Not that he was surprised of all her claims but because it was the first time that Hermione seemed to understand and accept the situation they were in.
It was the first time he’s ever really heard her acknowledge his wrongdoings.
Time was running out.
“Time!” Draco suddenly gasped remembering the time frame he had put in himself.
“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked as he quickly let her hand go and placed it inside his robes.
“I’ve almost forgotten.” Draco said as he fidgeted inside his elegant robes. “I need to show you something.”
“What is it?” she asked back as she stared at his slightly stricken face.
Hermione waited as he pulled something out from his pocket then drew her hand to him.
“This.” Draco said placing something over her hand “Have you ever seen this in the cottage?”
Hermione stared at him then back at the object he had placed over her hand.
It was a key.
An intricately designed key.
She looked up at him with a narrowed gaze as she took it and took a closer look around it.
“Where did you get this?” she slowly asked him as she continued to take a look over its design.
“Doesn’t really matter.” Draco lied knowing that Hermione should not really find out at the moment where he got it. “But I want to know if you’ve seen or if in any case it is familiar to you.”
“Why is it that important?” Hermione asked back as he held the key.
Draco stared at her and observed her reaction towards the key.
“Hermione, you need to tell me the truth on this. Because if this is what is what it should do, it does not only open locks – but it could also open the way to Severus’ way out of the Dementor’s Kiss.”

“Are you kidding me?” Narcissa asked as she stared over the table across Snape.
Snape looked as annoyed as he could be but he didn’t have a choice
Narcissa sat across her in the private part of the restaurant she had paid for the whole night and was looking slightly amused and pissed at him.
“Please, Cissy. I know this is as trivial as it could be. But if she keeps this stupid thing, she may later have more ideas and that couldn’t be.”
“She’ll look for this.”
“She’s already done so.” Snape said as he stared over a black notebook over the table. “And she’s been furious and we already had a row about it.”
“It’s just a journal, Severus.” Narcissa told him. “It’s a stupid girl’s diary. Why bother taking it away from her? It occupies her mind. She may just have it and keep it so she does not put her head onto other ideas.”
“No.” Snape firmly said. “She’s too intelligent for her own good. You give her a pen and a paper and I tell you, she will get out of that place in no time.”
“A diary is a place to divulge one’s feelings. Your little girl is just being melodramatic over your situation and just wants a little bit of a hobby that would-“
“I SAID NO!” Snape angrily said banging his fist over the table as he stood up.
Narcissa’s face turned up at him in shock.
It was turning red in her fury at his attitude.
He was breathing hard and fast and he picked up the diary and threw it aside.
Narcissa swiftly swished her wand and in no time the diary was back in her hand over the table.
“Sit down.” Narcissa said as she stood tall before him. “We’re going to deal with this like adults.”
Snape was still breathing hard but he didn’t have a choice.
He slowly sat down and looked away from her.
He looked as humiliated and as apologetic as he could be.
“Tell me what the fuck is wrong with the journal.” Narcissa quietly said. “And don’t you dare yell at me again.”
Snape didn’t say anything.
Her tone was low but he knew that tone too well – it was that tone she rarely ever used on anyone.
He was testing her patience that was at the edge already.
“You’re not going to tell me?” Narcissa slowly asked him.
Snape still didn’t say anything.
He kept on fisting his hands.
“Very well.” Narcissa said as she took the journal from the table and started flipping through the pages in random without taking her eyes off Snape.
Snape was silent as she flipped through the pages with her long and delicate fingers tracing along every page she turned.
It took her a moment before she stopped on a certain page and read through.
Her eyes narrowed for a moment.
Then her face turned up to Snape again with a laced smile over her lips.
“My, my, Severus.” Narcissa slowly said. “Is this the reason why you wanted to get rid of this diary?” she asked slowly.
Snape was unmoving.
“Is this the reason why you want to get rid of it?”
Snape took a momentary glanced.
Her finger was over a middle part of a certain page.
A name that was very visible from vicious scrawls was still very legible:
“Harry.” It says.
“So.” Narcissa slowly said. “Potter.”
Snape kept his gaze on the floor.
“So you want me to keep this because you can’t stand her writing about him?” she asked in a mocking tone.
She looked furious at Snape.
“Are you bloody kidding me?” Narcissa asked obviously angry. “Are you bloody kidding me, Severus?!”
She was almost yelling.
Snape didn’t say anything.
She stood up and threw the diary on the floor instead.
Snape looked up at her.
She has never looked so irate at him in such a long time.
“You want me to keep something as trivial and stupid as that because your feelings are being hurt over some childish writings?”
“That’s not what-“
“No.” Narcissa furiously said. “These pages are littered with his name. Littered with words of him. Littered with words of them. Ofcourse she bloody fucking misses him!” Narcissa yelled at him.
“Cissy, please.”
“No!” Narcissa snapped. “You must wake up. Ofcourse the girl loves him. What do you expect?”
Snape didn’t answer.
“You want me to keep this because you’re jealous?” she accused him. “That’s it, isn’t it? Because you’re bloody fucking jealous and you want me to keep this so you won’t be?”
Snape still didn’t say anything.
“Can’t you bloody control your feelings?” she asked.
Her eyes were widening in anger as Snape remained silent.
Silence means yes.
Yes to everything she was accusing him of.
“You bloody hell want me to keep some stupid girl’s diary because you can’t get over the fact that she’s still having petty little drama over her first love.”
“Please stop.” Snape whispered.
“No.” Narcissa said in defiance. “Stop this. This is pathetic. Why don’t you just freaking throw this away then?”
Snape didn’t answer again.
Narcissa made a noise that was worse than a snort and a click of her tongue.
“You don’t want to throw it away because she owns this. This is still her – this is a part of her.”
She moved across the table and placed both her hands nearer the edge of the table at his side.
“You’re obsessed you piece of fuck.” Narcissa angrily said. “Look at me.” she angrily demanded.
He didn’t move.
“I said, look at me.”
He remained still.
“I said, look at me!” Narcissa angrily yelled at him.
He slowly looked up at her but halfway through he felt a hot-gash of pain across his cheek.
Narcissa had slapped his face so hard he felt like his jaw had moved in the wrong direction.
He looked up at her and met her furious gaze.
Her eyes locked with his.
“You.Are.Bloody.Pathetic.” Narcissa dangerously whispered at him. “You are going to die if you let your feelings get in the way!”
They gazed at one another for a moment before Narcissa turned away from him breathing hard.
She was breathing hard and fast and had placed her hand over her chest.
Snape stared at her in worry but she seemed to have quickly recovered from it.
“Please.” he begged her. “I thought we’re talking like adults here.”
Narcissa casted a cruel laugh at him.
She slowly turned and faced him.
“Yes. I thought so too.” Narcissa mocked him with her tone. “I thought I was talking to an adult.”
Snape watched as she gathered her things and left money over the table as payment for their dinner and reservation for the whole place.
“Cissy.”
“Talk to me when you’ve already gathered yourself and realized that these feelings you’re having will not help your mission for the girl.”
“It’s not like that.” Snape said standing up. “It’s not as what you think it to be.”
But Narcissa wasn’t listening.
She headed towards the double glass doors of the restaurant.
Snape called her back and she halted just halfway through opening the doors.
“Please.” Snape incredulously begged her. “You’re the only one I have. You’re - you’re the only one who – who understands. Cissy – we need you – I need you- ”
He gazed at her back hopefully, desperately.
She stood still and he wasn’t sure if she’s even hearing him.
And then after a moment, she sighed heavily and waved her hand back in the room.
The black journal flew back into her hand.
“Thank you, Cissy. I will be-“
“I am not tolerating this.” Narcissa quietly said.
She seemed to have finally calmed herself down.
“Cissy-“
“This is to ensure that your mind does not go all over the place and you accomplish what you have to. This is for Draco, Severus.” Narcissa woefully and firmly said “For Draco.”

27 hours.
27 bloody hours.
Draco stared back at Hermione over their meal.
She was silent as she always was but he knew that she was bothered.
No, she was thinking hard.
She has told him that she has never seen the key in the cottage or anywhere else.
He told her that it wasn’t anything Malfoy nor Slytherin related but that it was a key to whatever it was they needed to free the man in question.
Draco asked her to try and recall as it may be one of the things that it might have been tampered insie her head.
Although she told him that she would try she knew that it wasn’t.
The things tampered insie her head usually made her feel something – like a different kind of sensation that was there inside of her but that she just couldn’t recall.
The key didn’t bring her any of those sensations.
But she needed to try and remember – it might just save Snape’s life.
“Were there no doors at the cottage?” Draco curiously asked her.
Hermione shook her head as she nibbled over the toast of her pasta.
“There were locks but none that I would seem to think that would fit that key.” Hermione nodded over the key across them both on the table.
Draco stared at her in a desperate way.
“And besides, he always used magic in the cottage.” Hermione added. “He was always using magic in locking and opening doors. There were knobs and keyholes but none I could access and I don’t think this would have accessed them.”
“How many doors were there?”
Hermione bit her lip and recounted.
“I think there were a couple..” Hermione counted off over her fingers.
“Four? Five?” Draco asked remembering to note this.
He was going to request a report on the cottage as he realized he didn’t have a full report and information of the structure or blueprint of the cottage or the scene of crime.
“There was the main door and then there was a swinging door towards the kitchen.” Hermione told him. “There was a door in our room and one in the bathroom inside our room. There was also a door at the back – it’s found near the kitchen as the backdoor but I’ve never really been allowed there and he seem to have completely blocked it with furniture and then there was a door at the basement.”
“Basement?” Draco repeated.
Hermione nodded.
“The one he used as his potions laboratory. The one where I’ve stayed for some time.”
Draco nodded and tried to imagine.
There were only a handful of main doors in the cottage.
Surely one of those fitted the key.
But if Hermione says that there was no part of the house where the key would have fit, what was it for?
What exactly did it open?
He needed to request for a blueprint of the cottage.
“How about a vault?” Draco suddenly asked her. “Did he keep a vault?”
“A vault?” Hermione repeated. “A vault? Like you mean a place to keep things?”
“Yeah.” Draco said. “Something like that.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes again as she tried to recall.
She shook her head.
“None.” Hermione answered. “We had wardrobes and he had a few shelves and cabinets for potions and potion ingredients. There were shelves for the books and an end table with drawers but that didn’t have a key hole.”
“Are you sure there’s no vault?” Draco asked. “Or maybe something he’s hidden from you?”
“No.” Hermione assured him. “When we were..when we were better off, I was allowed a bit more time in his laboratory at the basement and there isn’t a vault in there.”
Draco sighed heavily.
He was getting bothered and bothered by the key.
Guessing and assuming from his uncle’s words, he also didn’t know what the key was for.
But he said that when the place was raided, the key had been found.
It was then stashed amongst a collection of small pieces of evidences found littered all over the cottage and the grounds.
He had taken note of all the evidences in the boxes and had recorded each of them.
The key was the only one that looked both random and insignificant and according to reports, it seemed to have been a misplaced object in the place – like it didn’t belong there.
But where did it belong?
His uncle mentioned that he kept all these collection of small evidences as procedure during the trial and that should any of it be raised, he would be the one – as head of the Wizengamot – to present the evidence upon the trial.
“Why do you think it opens a vault?” Hermione’s voice caught his attention back.
“Sorry, what?” Draco asked realizing what she’s asked.
“The key.” Hermione said pointing across the table. “What makes you think it opens a vault?”
“Because it fits nowhere.” Draco said. “It does not fit a keyhole of a door and there were no chests to be opened in the cottage as I’ve read in the initial report of objects found. And the intricacy of its design.”
Draco held up the key and pointed at certain areas of the key.
“It’s not very old looking but you can tell it’s used in an ancient object but there is a slightly bit of modern touch on it.”
Hermione grabbed the key and stared at it and whatever Draco said were true.
“Aunt Bella taught me about keys.” Draco said. “And picking locks.”
Hermione looked sharply up at him and threw the key back on the table.
“That revolting woman.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to mention her.” Draco said sounding truly apologetic.
Hermione shook her head and waved her hand in the air.
“Anyway, so what do we do?” she asked him.
“Well we have roughly 24 hours or so.” Draco said. “And I have no idea what the fuck this fucking key opens.”
“Maybe it’s neither a door nor a vault it opens.” Hermione suggested. “Maybe it opens something else.”

“What are you doing here?” he asked as he entered the basement. “What’s that in your hand?”
“My hand?” Narcissa asked slowly turning to him and showing her hands. “What’s with my hands?”
Snape’s eyes narrowed as he swiftly walked to her and grabbed her wrists.
She held her hand up to his face as he held them tightly.
They were clean and empty of anything.
“Yes?” she asked with a raised brow.
Snape’s eyes were burning at her and then he let her go.
“You’re not allowed here.”
“Where do you supposed I hide?” she asked in a mocking tone. “At your bathroom? Inside your bedroom where you fuck her?”
“Not here.” Snape muttered as he looked over and around the table as if looking for anything that might be missing.
“I didn’t touch anything here.” Narcissa said folding her arms.
“I’m sure you didn’t.” Snape spat back at her as he looked back up at her with a doubtful look.
“Pray tell, what would I steal here.” Narcissa said. “There’s nothing in this place I’d want. Besides, don’t I provide what you want and need instead?”
“Never mind.” Snape said annoyed at her. “You must go. She might wake up any moment and see you here. I just gave her a draught after her tantrum again.”
“She’s not a child. And she will be immune in all these potions you’re giving her to keep her down whenever she feels like it to go whine like a seven year old.”
“Well what do you want me to do?” Snape spat back. “Leave her and let her scream all day for her freedom?”
“Ofcourse not.” Narcissa said in an annoying tone. “But you could completely ignore her or remind you who the Alpha is in this place.”
Snape didn’t say anything.
Narcissa smirked at him.
“Is it not you?”
Snape ignored her.
He moved around the table and waved his wand where potions ingredients of sorts went back to their rightful places.
“You must go.” Snape repeated at her. “I’m not babbling about. You must go, Cissy.”
Narcissa gave him a glare as she walked around the small laboratory.
Snape watched as she slowly prowled the room with her eyes keen upon staring at the shelves with books and ingredients for potions.
“Are you even going to earn with all these plan of yours?” Narcissa asked him. “I could just as easily-“
“I’m doing well at the moment.” Snape told her. “We’re doing fine. She wouldn’t need much. She’s not very extravagant. She’s as simple as she could possibly be. All her basic needs are here and a book or two becomes a reward for her from time to time.”
Narcissa didn’t say anything anymore as Snape led her out of the laboratory, up the small staircase, past the living room and dinner area and then back to the door.
She was quiet and Snape knew she was still thinking about their recent conversation.
Narcissa spoke nothing of the words and thoughts in her head.
She kept her eyes around the whole house as if memorizing the intricate details of the place.
Through the time that has passed, Snape has made good use of the cottage.
He had resigned and decorated it in simplicity and what was orderly.
Nothing extraordinary and yet it looked very comfortable and relaxing.
It was like a simple vacation place to stay.
It looked and felt like home.
Snape wanted the place to be one that resembled a home – not a place that kept hold of someone who didn’t belong there.
Snape, despite of all the obstacles and despicable task he has been assigned to, wanted to make sure that Hermione becomes comfortable and at home through all the years that passed and would pass.
“I will see you, Severus.” Narcissa said as she tightly clutched on a small box that held about three dozen of small thin and long vials.
Snape pointed the tip of his wand onto it to secure its lock no matter how far or long Narcissa’s travel would be.
He nodded at her and hope that seeing her would be not too soon as it would mean that she wasn’t getting any better.
“Take good care of yourself, Cissy.” Snape said kissing her hand.
Narcissa nodded at him and stare up at his black eyes.
All the anger she had earlier or annoyance to his attributes that completely defiled her had vanished.
She was looking at him like an elder sister who would not be seeing her little brother for a very long time.
“I have to go.” Narcissa simply said. “I need to rest. The travel is quite long.”
And there goes his friend.
They had been friends – for the longest time he could ever recall.
She had always been there for him at their Hogwarts days.
She had always looked after him even before Lily Potter abandoned him for the rest of their Hogwarts years.
She had always looked after him knowing that Lucius could just as easily dispatch him and have him hurt the moment he thinks that Snape would go against his whims and wills.
Narcissa had always been the sister who watched over him all those years.
He would not have survived Hogwarts without her around.
He would definitely not survive the years to come without her once more.
They were long time good friends – great friends.
But Narcissa Black Malfoy wasn’t the woman he needed to cross right now.
For no matter how long they’ve been friends, she could as easily betray him as she could easily save him all those years.
It was then that Snape had realized that Narcissa Malfoy is really the only allegiance he had and there was no way in hell he could lose that because one she decides that their allegiance was over, she could as easily abandon him without the slightest bit of remorse in her heart.

“I have not seen that before.” Snape said. “I have never seen it in my entire life, Draco.”
The boy stared up at him with great worry in his face now.
Less than 24 hours was the time they had.
And Snape was no help himself either.
“Are you sure?” he asked for what felt like the tenth time already. “Like maybe you could have forgotten some of the details-“
“Draco.” Snape said as gently placed the key on the table in front of them. “I have not seen this key.”
The hours ticked by and Draco was nowhere near the answer he needed.
His uncle neither knew what the key was for and he had hoped – both of them had hoped – that Hermione and Snape might know about the key since it was found as part of the evidences scattered and gathered from the cottage at Beltane.
It was found at the very cottage they stayed in for ten years – ten year s0 how could they not know the key?
“Did he say anything else?” Snape slowly asked him.
He only stared at the key over the table and then back at him.
There was a peculiar look over his face every time he stared up at Snape.
Snape didn’t miss these little details but he didn’t want to go dwell on that.
The boy obviously was bearing great pity because in a few hours, the judgment for him was to be given and there was nothing he could do about it.
“No.” Draco muttered unable to hide his disappointment. “He has not said anything.”
Snape stared back at him and tried to think.
But he was sure that he had never seen the key in the cottage.
“Could he possibly pinpoint where in the cottage this has been seen?” he asked him.
“I don’t think that’s possible. The place had been littered completely and things were scattered.”
Snape didn’t say anything.
He really didn’t want to recall the day that the Aurors had attacked them and destroyed the precious home he had created beautifully for Hermione.
“Is it possible that this evidence was then planted?” Snape suggested. “You know, to add up to the things they could accuse of me.”
“They traced the magic in the key.” Draco said shaking his head. “It was proven that the magic etched around the key had been in it and matched the magic surrounding the cottage.”
“So the key had been there all these time.” Snape said as he stared at his hands trying to think. “But I’ve never seen it. What did Hermione say?”
“She said that there was no door that opened the key.”
“There really wouldn’t be any door that will be for that key. I’ve enchanted the cottage to be magically etched – opened and locked – only by my magic unless enforced with stronger ones.”
He only nodded that he meant the magic that was enforced by the Aurors to get inside the cottage on the day they took Hermione from him.
“There wasn’t any vault?” he asked him curiously.
“None.” Snape said irritably. “Why the fuck would I keep a vault? What the fuck would I keep inside a vault?”
Ofcourse it was a stupid question.
Then what the fuck did the key really open?
Time was running.
Draco shook his head and stared up at the man across him from the table.
He looked like he wanted to say something and yet at the same time, he kept fidgeting over the black wrist watch over his hand that Snape only saw now.
“I think you should go.” Snape said as he stood up from the table.
He was shaken out of his reverie.
He stood up and grabbed him by the arm.
“No.” Draco said. “I need you to stay. Just for a few minutes.” he had said.
Snape turned to him with his eyes black and sharp at him.
Something was different in his voice.
He stared back at his godson and wondered if there was anything wrong about him.
Has he been getting sick due to all the stress he was causing him?
He has been taken out of his cell the illegal way he had gone through the previous and first time that Draco had done this.
Snape wondered how powerful his godson really was and how relentless he was with the use of his name and power.
He already warned him about his being taken out of his prison door and what more that it was done right before his final trial.
But Draco seemed not himself the moment he had entered the room and he was sitting on his chair across him from the table and had asked about the key and had told him about the key.
“It’s nearly three in the morning, Draco.” Snape said as he gently held his wrist. “You have to go.”
“Just for a few more minutes, please.” Draco said and Snape couldn’t help but wonder why his voice was getting smaller by the moment.
“Draco. Are you alright?” he asked completely turning to him and staring down at him.
Something was different with the boy.
He looked down at his eyes to see if he was sick.
His eyes was slowly turning another shade.
“Draco?” he whispered as panic and worry over took him.
Was he seeing things?
But before he could say anything, the boy’s other hand held his arm.
“Please let me stay for a bit more of time.” he had said. “We just have to wait for a few more minutes.”
“What’s going on?” he asked worriedly now turning to him as his colour was slightly turning a bit paler than usual.
But before he could say anything, the door of their room slowly opened.
“I think it is time.” said a voice. “I’ve already put all the guards down. You have less than an hour. We need to leave before the hour dies away. I’ll be out here guarding this door.”
Snape looked up towards the doorway with a terrified and confused looked over his face as there standing in the door way was his godson, Draco Malfoy with a look over his face as he smiled gently back at him.
But if he was standing there guarding the door, who had he been talking to for the past fifteen minutes?
Snape slowly turned back and stared at the hand holding his wrist.
It was no longer Draco’s long pale and muscular arm.
It was an arm with a different skin tone, thinner, smaller and elegant.
A familiar pair of hands held him.
Snape slowly looked up and his black eyes quickly melted with tears.
His voice caught up inside his throat.
As there, standing before him and holding his arm and cloaked in a man’s dress robes stood a pale-faced familiar face.
The blonde hair slowly vanished and turned into a darker shade and was slowly growing long and wavy before his eyes.
And sooner than he had expected, there standing before him and holding him in a tight grasp and a gaze of those caramel eyes stood none other than Hermione Granger.

“Everything set?” he asked her as he went back to the kitchen and forked the large scrambled egg over the table.
“Yes!” Hermione called from the other room. “I’m just looking for some ribbons.”
“What ribbons?” he asked as he sipped from a cup of coffee and read through a piece of paper in his hands.
Their last minute agendas and notes of things to remember and in his other hand, a copy of their wedding programme.
“I found it.” Hermione breathlessly said as she dashed back towards the kitchen.
Snape’s face softened upon seeing his beautiful bride to be.
She was wearing a wide dress that she was going to wait in until she changes later in their 3 o’clock wedding.
“Have you seen the dress?” she asked him.
“I’ve picked it up, sweetheart.” Snape said as she walked towards him. “Ofcourse I’ve seen it.”
She smiled and kissed him back and excitedly read through the notes in his hands.
Snape quietly watched with a smile over his face as Hermione counted and read through their tasks list before the wedding later that afternoon.
It was to take place at the small garden at the back of the cottage.
The beautiful garden he had allowed her to have a few months ago.
The ceremony was a very small and private one.
They only invited the main shop owner and his wife to whom they sell his potion-creations to be the witness to the wedding, the old couple who owned the bookstore at the end of the town for which Snape always bought Hermione’s books.
“Don’t make mess over your clothing.” Hermione gently warned as Snape grabbed another bit from the toast and eggs over the table she made for them earlier.
She stared at his black pants and the white crisp button down shirt.
“Close this.” Hermione said as she began buttoning the shirt. “Or else I wouldn’t be able to wait for the wedding night.”
Snape gave out a laughter and Hermione giggled back at him.
He placed down the food he was consuming and stared at his beautiful bride.
Her hair had been up in a wavy and messy bun and had some ribbons around it to tie the lose ends that she was going to curl properly later on.
“You look beautiful, ‘Mione.” Snape softly said taking her in his arms and closing the gap between them. “As beautiful as you have ever been.”
Hermione blushed but she looked heavenly as she stared up at him.
“Can you believe I’d be Mrs. Snape in a few hours?” she asked excitedly.
Snape smile, sighed and embraced her tightly.
They were going to have a proper forever after all.
“Yes.” Snape whispered kissing her forehead and taking her in his arms. “I could almost not believe this dream.”
His heart was melting and pumping fast as it had always been around her.
She was beautiful and gentle and loving.
And she was going to be legally his in a few hours.
She was going to marry him in her own will.
They were going to be together forever.
They were, after all these years, going to have a happily ever after.
Snape moved his face close to hers and closed her mouth into a deep kiss.
Hermione let go off the papers in her hands and melted into his arms.
She gasped and moaned his name as they kissed passionately.
Her lips hungry of his as he opened his mouth to let her tongue inside his mouth and it lapped at him teasingly and excitedly.
“I love you, Severus Snape.” Hermione whispered as he held her closer, his hands running down inside her dress to touch her body and she excitedly moved up to his arms. “I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.” Snape moaned back at him as he kissed her without end, their lips lavishly encountering and enjoying one another’s.
“Forever, Severus.” Hermione loudly moaned n his mouth as they kissed and she immediately came in his hand that had gone straight at the depths of her within the minute that he moved his hand under and inside her dress.
“I will always love you, ‘Mione.” Snape whispered back biting her lips and kissing it again and again melting in to her arms. “Always.”
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