Ok, I know you must be wondering "Why in the world would she put Hermione and Salazar Slytherin together?!" Well I had put random couples together looking for new story to read on fan fiction. I came across this couple and couldn't get enough, but there weren't enough stories to keep reading so I decided to write my own. Please give this a shot! I also had the idea for this story after listening to Christina Perri's 'A Thousand Years'. Well I hope you like it let me know what you all think.
Hermione had been the only one of the Golden Trio to return to Hogwarts to complete her schooling. Harry was in Auror training while he stayed with Sirius and Remus at Grimmauld Place. With the death of Fred, Ron decided to forego school in favor of helping George with the joke shop. Hermione and Ron had attempted to have a relationship after the war; however Hermione found that she needed more. She needed intelligent conversation that consisted of more than just Quidditch and their exploits during the war. There was nothing wrong with Ron per se, it was just that Hermione craved more than Ron could offer and they found they were better suited to remain friends. Before classes resumed Hermione decided to stay with Harry at Grimmauld Place. Her time at Grimmauld Place found her more often than not in the library perusing heavy tomes or in deep conversations with Sirius and Remus. Hermione had even become close with Severus Snape of all people. Professor Snape had healed himself enough after his attack to find help. Who he found to help him had been Hermione herself. Their friendship had blossomed from there as she took it upon herself to take care of him. Not everyone was happy with their tentative friendship, but she told everyone who expressed concern that 'It wasn't any of their business.' Severus returned to his teaching position at Hogwarts, presiding over potions and as head of Slytherin house.
Upon her return to Hogwarts, Hermione found herself in her favorite of places, the library. She was researching the founders of Hogwarts for her History of Magic class. She had been studying so long that she hadn't realized just how late it had gotten. She had to make it back to Gryffindor tower before she got in trouble. Standing from the table, Hermione stretched and ran her hands through her hair. Hermione had managed to keep it from becoming the normal messy mass of curls it had been. It now fell midway down her back in soft and glossy curls. Keeping just a book on the founders, Hermione quickly returned all the other books to their places on the shelves and left the library.
Hermione made her way back down the long corridor from the library when she heard voices coming from the portrait room. Hermione wondered who could be in there at this late hour as she opened the door and peered. The voices became louder and Hermione could clearly hear they were arguing. In fact, all four founders: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin seemed to be engaged in a heated debate.
"Salazar, you must stop this. You have been dead for over a thousand years. She is a student in this time, not ours," Rowena spoke softly to him from her portrait on the wall.
Salazar's head rested in his hands,
"You think I don't know that? I still love her. She changed everything I had always thought to be true, but I am still only remembered for my original beliefs." Salazar spoke to the dark headed beauty in front of him.
"I cannot help it. I just want her in my arms but I am nothing but a portrait." The dark haired wizard sighed as he once again rested his weary head in his hands.
Hermione could only wonder who the original Slytherin was speaking of, but from what she heard it had to be a woman. The portraits of the founders didn't speak often, especially in front of the students so Hermione couldn't help herself as she stepped further into the room to listen to more of the conversation.
"Salazar, I hate seeing you like this. She deserves to find someone that will make her happy in her time. As far as we know she hasn't even gone back yet," Helga Hufflepuff said from beside Rowena.
"Both of you stop this, neither of you know how Salazar feels. Enough!" Godric Gryffindor spoke to stop to two women, discouraging them from bothering the Slytherin further.
"I never thought I would say this, but thank you, Godric," Salazar said and Godric nodded in acknowledgement.
Rowena sighed, looking around the room when her eyes fell upon Hermione with an odd expression on her face. Hermione couldn't understand what caused that look to come to the woman's face. She looked as if she had seen a long lost friend.
"Hello young Gryffindor! What are you doing out this late at night? I believe it is well past curfew," Rowena's full attention was now on Hermione, as well as the rest of the Founders.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I had been in the library studying so long that I didn't realized how late it was. Then I heard you all talking, and well I guess my curiosity got the best of me," Hermione admitted as she looked at the floor.
"Well then, she truly is a Gryffindor! Always a curious bunch, and brave as well!" Godric exclaimed loudly. Hermione could only blush at the compliment given by the founder of her house.
"Well I can surely see why you were placed in Gryffindor, but you would have done well in Ravenclaw," Rowena stated looking pointedly at Godric.
Hermione looked to the Ravenclaw founder with a big smile gracing her face.
"Yes, I know the Sorting Hat almost placed me there, but finally chose Gryffindor house. My friends tell me I also would have done well in Slytherin House," Hermione said, chuckling at the thought.
"Well as delightful as this conversation is, she needs to get back to her tower." Salazar Slytherin spoke from his portrait on the wall. His voice sounded pained, which Hermione didn't understand.
"You're right. I wouldn't want Gryffindor to lose the House Cup because of me. Goodnight." Turning quickly to leave she ran right into a hard chest, causing her to hit the ground.
Looking up, she found herself staring at the twinkling blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore.
"Headmaster!" Hermione exclaimed, scrambling up from the floor. "I'm sorry, time slipped away from me…" Hermione stopped, seeing his hands held up to stop her words.
"Hermione, you're fine. I see you have been enjoying a conversation with our founders. Not many have ever had that privilege," he said while looking to all the founders on the wall.
"I know, sorry for running into you by the way. I think in all my years they have only been awake a few times. Now I know why they're awake at night."
Hermione chuckled glancing innocently at the head master.
"Yes, they mainly are awake at night and no need to worry about walking into me. Go back to Gryffindor tower. Goodnight, Hermione."
"Goodnight, Headmaster." Hermione gave one last look to the four Founders who were once again sleeping; her gaze lingered on the Slytherin founder for a moment longer before departing.
Once the door was closed, the Founders, who had been feigning sleep, opened their eyes to look at Dumbledore.
"Albus, the moment she leaves, I am to be informed," Salazar stated to the Headmaster firmly.
"I would have it no other way, Salazar," Albus told him, with a twinkle gleaming brightly in his eyes. Not a moment after he had spoken those words to Slytherin, a scream could be heard from the corridor.
Moments later, a frazzled Professor Snape and McGonagall burst in at full speed into the portrait chamber. Snape extended his hand to reveal a time turner busted in half.
"Hermione is gone. I rounded the corner and saw her disappear," Professor Snape told the Headmaster, handing him the time-turner.
Albus examined the time-turner in his hand before looking to Slytherin. "Hermione has gone back in time, Salazar."
Salazar let out a deep breath, leaning back in his chair. While Albus dealt with a very confused McGonagall and Snape.
"Albus, not to sound daft, but what the bloody hell is going on?" Severus asked the Headmaster firmly. He was worried about his friend and where she was.
"Yes. Albus, I am also a little confused. Where is Hermione and what does Salazar Slytherin have to do with this?" Minerva asked irritated looking between the Headmaster and Salazar.
"Hermione has gone back in time by about a thousand years, to the time of the Founders. The reason I informed Salazar is because, quite simply, Hermione is his wife."
"WHAT?!" both the Potions Master and the Transfiguration professor exclaimed together loudly.