A/N: Smut ahead

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"You really don't have to walk me back to my tower, Severus" beamed Hermione, enjoying their close proximity.

A few minutes earlier, Dumbledore had adviced the young witch to get some sleep, noticing the swelling under her eyes.

Before she could even stand up, her potion master had offered to accompany her to her tower - in case someone used the night as their weapon to harm Hermione. The witch pretended to be embarrassed, urging him repeatedly if he 'was sure', yet in the inside, all she desired to do was seize him by his neckband and lead him to her bed.

Severus was eluding her gaze, looking away whenever she would seek for his attention. A million questions perturbed Hermione's mind, making her wonder whether or not he enjoyed their snogging sessions on the headmaster's desk.

Unable to contain the glimmer in her eyes, realising that it was the first time she has ever done something as naughty with the Slytherin, Hermione looked the other way - evading his taunting jet orbs - which had shifted to examine her.

As they walked passed a corridor, a wind blew through the open windows, effortlessly hoisting her skirt, taunting her lower lips - bared. Her thong was still in the man's possession from their tempestuous encounter. The warmth hastening down between her thighs caused her to whimper, relishing the dominating sensations snaking under her skin.

Noticing her shiver, Severus halted, overlooking the witch. "Are you cold Ms Granger?" He asked, his baritone voice making her bite her lower lip - her arousal now an added fragrance to the fresh air surrounding them. Reaching Snape's nostrils, he smirked, her taste still lingering on the tip of his tongue. No matter how strenuously he attempted to restrain his throbbing groins from taking over, he realised his appetites for the witch were far mightier than his will.

Lowering his head towards her ear - tantalizingly fisting her hair with his hand he whispered, "aren't you a naughty girl Ms Granger?"

"It's Snape for you" she purred, leading her fingers to the hem of his shirt, deviously digging her nails into his skin. She sighed at the contact of his tone abdomen - missing the pleasant sensation it brought her while they made love, pressing her down on the mattress in the most loving way. "My thong, Severus, I need it."

His eyes twinkled, his tongue trailing on her earlobe, nibbling it teasingly before leisurely vanishing his hand between her legs. He couldn't help but give the slyest of smiles as she parted her legs for him to dive right in - craving for his touch. "What are you doing to me witch?" He snarled, before plunging a finger inside of her, hocking it in the most tormenting way.

Unable to stand on her feet, feeling his finger to wonder to her womanhood, Severus caught her before she fell. Low moans and whimpers sang to his ear, causing his touch on her to become rougher, demanding. As if possessed by the demon of lust, Severus pulled on the exposed skin of her neck while pushing her against a stone wall. He couldn't think straight as if a vail separated his rationality from the rest of his body. All he wanted was to feel her, linger on every curve of her body, taste her delectable skin while bitting her teasingly, making her his.

"We shouldn't be doing this" he hissed, cupping vigourously her rear end in such a coarse manner he knew it will leave marks, "this is so wrong."

"I'm you're wife Severus, there is nothing wrong with what we're doing" she pleaded, guiding her lips towards his, "you want me?"

His peepers, now tainted with the wickedest shade of black, looked up at her, his teeth clenching - trying his hardest to contain the animalistic feeling pulsating through his veins. His endowment was now trapped in its confinement, hastily waiting to feel her dampness.

"Take me." Was all he heard before he added his second finger, almost lifting her up upon the wall with his domineering hand. He kept pumping inside of her, his pupils dilated, darkened by lust.

Her moan was covered by his mischievous lips, his tongue battling against hers, their craving for the other's body engrossing their whole being.

Severus couldn't help but fantasize about how tight and warm she was, imagining the feeling it would bring to his own delight as he plunged inside of her. 'This is wrong Severus, stop it' a voice inside his head kept scowling at him until he halted, unable to move a limp.

Hermione brought her tender hands on his face, discerning his distress, "what's wrong?" Her breath was irregular, yet she tried her best formulating her words, vocalizing slowly and tenderly.

Almost instantly she was left without his delectable rough fingers inside of her as he pulled away, stumblingly placing her back onto her feet, "I should leave" he mumbled, his eyes unable to find focus, "this is wrong Ms Granger, I'm your professor. No matter what relation we had in your time, it isn't happening in this timeline. Besides," he went on, mustering all of the firmness he had, "I'm dating someone."

With these last words, he left her, alone in the corridors, frustrated and torn. He had someone else. He was 'dating' another woman, someone that wasn't her. Although she knew who it was, the pain was still there - like a knife gradually cutting through her heart, scaring it.

At that moment, Hermione hated being a Gryffindor - the courage and tenacity coming along with this title were only causing her more sadness. She let a tear fall down her cheek as she remembered what the time turner said: "Soul lost in an eternal time of misery."

Defeated, she walked up to her chambers, locking the door with a charm before reaching her bed. Her notebook was hiding under her mattress, waiting for further notes. Waving her wand, accio-ing her quill, she began scribbling down all of the unusual situations she had encountered since arriving here.

"Hermione" knocked Harry, entering her room, "can I come in?"

Once she was done recording everything on her notebook she took a long, steamy shower before changing into her silk pyjamas.

"I saw you come in, you seemed upset. I thought you might need some company" he cheered, lifting his hand upwards, revealing a bag of chips.

"You're the best!" She beamed, scooting towards her bedpost, leaving space for her friend, "I'm sorry about last time, I'm being far too pushy with the Malfoy thing."

"Actually you were right, with everything. He seems to disappear off the map nearly every evening - Merlin know's where he's going - but I'll talk to him when he decides to reveal himself."

Hermione remembered what McGonagall had told her in third year before handing her a time-turner, 'changing the course of time can be fatal Ms Granger, you need to be careful.' However, the longer she looked at her raven-haired friend, the more she wanted to see him happy, whatever the cost.

"What about the Room of Requirements?"

"What about it?" He asked, grabbing a hand full of chips and shoving them into his mouth.

"Last year we used it in order to train and no one could find us. There might be a reason. Maybe you father didn't know about this place. What if Malfoy is going there every evening whenever he disappears off the map?"

Noticing how confused he looked, she went on, "Harry, we both know his father is a death eater, it only makes sense! What if the Dark Lord ordered him to do something, something that could only be done at Hogwarts that is related to the vanishing cabinet we saw in Knockturn Alley?"

"When on Godric's beard did we go to Knockturn Alley?"

Something was strange.

"When Fred and George opened their shop!" She spoke clearly, analysing his reaction, "we saw Malfoy and you suggested we heed them. Ron even said they looked like people who didn't want to be followed."

The chips were long forgotten as the chosen one stared baffled at his friend. "Hermione, what are you on about? This evening we all spend celebrating in the Weasley's shop until closing hour and then we went back to the Burrow for dinner."

Hermione's blood froze. Now more than ever she considered Severus' words, it wasn't her husband that sent her here. But who was it then?

"'Mione have you been taking your medications correctly?" Harry looked around the room, searching for a drawer. Standing up, he pulled it open, grabbing a plastic bag full of purple pills. "You can't be serious! Hermione these are important why aren't you taking them?" He squealed, throwing them on her bed, "you worried all of us when you entered some sort of coma a month ago! Why -"

"Harry, I'm fine. Nothing is wrong with me, literally. Those medications were only optional in case I was feeling ill again." She explained, placing them away on her nightstand.

The real question was, how come in this timeline the Golden Trio hadn't witness the revelation of the second vanishing cabinet?

"Can I ask you something?"

He nodded back at her, his scowl slowly drifting into a smile, "anything."

"You said we were celebrating until closing hour. Who was there?"

Joining her back on the bed, he looked out the window, searching through his memories. "Everyone really. You, the Weasleys, nearly every Gryffindor was there, some Slytherins - although they pretended they weren't interested in buying anything. Oh! Professor Ravensun was there too!"

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A/N: Hello everyone, sorry for not uploading these past few days. I had a lot of things to do and I didn't find time to write.

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