What The Future Holds

Chapter 8 - Epilogue: One Year Later

By Ehann

Hermione was dreaming. She was dreaming that Severus was making love to her in her sleep, caressing her breasts, and urging them taut. She dreamed that he entered her from where he lay behind her, moving so slowly and gently that she was driven mad. He caught her face, pulling her neck nearly all the way around, and kissed her thoroughly, melting all her bones in the process. His warm hand drifted down her belly and settled in her curls, massaging the tiny hood that nestled there.

It felt so familiar, so safe…and yet there was a part of her that was strangely frightened. Not only frightened, but excited by it as well. There was a queer sense of doubling in her mind, something she had felt a few times before, of course…

The explosion caught her unprepared, and she bit down on her fist hard, trying to stifle the cry that wanted to escape. Waves of highest pleasure washed over and through her until she felt sure she might die. Might die if it went on, might die if it stopped.

Her younger visitor was struggling to make sense of all this. Confused, and in the dark, thinking she was dreaming, although not really sure.

In the end, though, the waves faded into almost gentle pulls, aftershocks that flexed her hips and made her gasp a little. Her body floated again, and there was one thing…something important, that she needed to know. Hermione let her younger self take control, felling quite amused.

“Who…who are you?” the girl asked, almost in shock.

Severus chuckled low and deep in his chest. “Why, you know the answer.” He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “Someone who loves you.”

Her younger self was apparently satisfied with this answer, well satisfied in general, that is. She drifted into sleep, thinking how diverting tomorrow morning promised to be. When Hermione woke, she relaxed control to her visitor, knowing precisely what she would say.

Snape’s arm fell across her waist, the heavy weight startling the younger girl. Hermione felt her body freeze and her voice squeaked, “Pro—Professor Snape!”

He looked concerned. “What is it, love? Are you ill?” He held her by the shoulder, leaning over to kiss her neck. Mmm. That felt good, more than good. She felt her nipples tighten, it was nearly and automatic response, she thought.

Out loud, she said, “It’s quite all right, Severus. Remember the accident in my seventh year? Apparently my younger self is visiting with us this morning.” Hermione grinned, knowing this was truly the beginning of her relationship. “She’s quite frightened actually, and more than a little shaken about last night.”

Severus smiled. “What was so bad about last night?”

Hermione snorted. “I think the fact that it was the polar opposite of bad, is what’s twisting her into fits. You have to admit, Severus—”

He waved a hand. “Yes, yes, I know.” He stood up from the bed, and put on the robe that had been hanging from the back of a chair. “ ‘It’s all so bizarre’, I’ve heard you tell me the story many times, my dear.” He came around the side of the bed, and Hermione, knowing precisely what he was about to do, let herself slip to the back of the conjoined mind. “Miss Granger!” He roared, in his best Evil Professor Mode.

Her younger self swallowed hard and stared at him in horror.

“Miss Granger,” he said in a much softer tone, “I apologize for frightening you. However, you gave me quite the scare five years ago after your mishap with the Sight Out of Mind experiment. One can hardly believe,” he continued, while his hand came up and cupped around the nape of her neck, “all the events that have transpired since.”

Hermione felt her breathing quicken. The moisture was gathering between her legs, and she couldn’t wait until later to tell him how excited her younger self had gotten.

He let his hand drift across her nape and on up her neck. His thumb brushed the tender skin under her ear. He leaned in closer. “There was a time when you would rather have died than let me touch you, remember?” His other hand rose to her right shoulder, massaged the tight muscles. “It seems to me…” His right hand fell to her breast and gently pinched the already stiff peak. “It seems to me, Miss Granger that you are enjoying what I’m doing to you.” Now both his hands worked on her nipples, the sheets she had been using to cover herself crumpled on the bed, leaving her open to him above the waist. “The question then, becomes this. Do I stop, or shall I continue?”

Her eyes flew open. Hmm. Hadn’t realized the girl had closed them, Hermione thought. Ooh, here it comes! “Don’t stop,” the girl said, her voice thin as a reed. “It feels…” Exactly, Hermione thought. Severus knew just how to touch her…this was never a fair fight for her younger self. Time to get a little of her own back.

“Yes, it does feel, doesn’t it?” His voice was smooth as honey, silky and sexy. He kissed her then, and Hermione let her younger self reap the benefits for just a little bit longer. Still, this was getting out of hand, as she knew it would. She had, after all, lived this already, albeit from the opposite perspective.

But her younger self kissed him back, though, with such innocent enthusiasm, that even if he wanted to, which he certainly did not, he would have been extremely hard pressed to do so. He slipped his arms behind her, and rolled backward on the bed, pulling her on top of him.

Enough is enough, Hermione thought. She easily took her body back and opened his robe, and squirming on top of his erection. He felt her wet heat, and groaned.

She moved on top of him, intending to both excite and torture him. She met his eyes and saw the flare of wry amusement there. He raised a hand to her cheek, cupping her face. “My love,” he said.

She kissed his palm, and lifted her hips, catching him, then sliding back down upon his rigid length. She rocked upon him and taking his hand, drew it to her aching center. She leaned backwards, bending nearly in half, leaving herself open to him…exposed. He sat up so he could suckle her, never letting his fingers miss a stroke. Her nails dug ruthlessly into his shoulders leaving bloody half moons there.

Their mating was intense, and furious. Hermione, so close to her release, abruptly pivoted, tumbling Snape across their bed until he lay on top. He found her mouth again, and thrust deeply. His hips moved over hers, in a dance that was very nearly art. Her fingers fluttered between her legs. She took her pleasure for herself, tightening rhythmically on him. He cried out his release into her neck, and then they both stilled.

“Who are you?” His voice sounded raw.

The woman smiled, her face glowing with dampness. “Someone who loves you,” she answered.

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When they woke again, sometime later, Severus gathered her close and murmured, “Right now, in another time and place, you’re putting me through hell, do you know that?”

“Mm-hmm,” she answered sleepily. She rolled over, so that they were lying belly to belly. “You knew that was am eighteen year old girl and you still tried to seduce her. Any comments about that?”

To his credit he looked…uncomfortable. “Well…You are you no matter what time or place you belong, Hermione. I love you in every incarnation that you come to me. I could take you anytime, anywhere. You know precisely what you do to me…always have as a matter of fact.”

“Yes, thank God, that is true.” She sighed and nestled her face into his cheat. “It’s just sometimes I wonder…what if there hadn't been any Potions accident? Would we still be together?”

“The point is moot, my dear, as we are most definitely…together.” He shifted, making her gasp. “In every sense of the word.”

She stared into his eyes, serious now. “Sometimes, I wish I could go back and tell her that everything’s going to be all right. That Good will triumph over Evil and that there will be a Happy Ending.”

He snorted. “That sounds dreadfully boring, to know everything in advance.”

Hermione mock glared. “Said the man who lived by the mantra ‘Four Years and Counting’.”

“Hush, you.” But he pulled her closer, settling her against his lean body. “I tell you…I’m glad I don’t know what the future holds…That way I can enjoy every minute we have together.”

“Severus.”

“Yes?”

“Tell me who you are?”

He smiled. This was a ritual, of course; one that he much enjoyed and never tired of. He kissed her senseless, until she was clinging to him like a burr. “I’m the man who loves you, of course.” He tightened his arms. “But then, you already knew that.”

THE END.