Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

AN I've repost the first 6 chapters some things have changed so if you haven't already reread them I would suggest you do. I would like to thank my betas raspberrybazaar and RandH4ever (user names on AFF).I'm almost done chapter 7 and have parts of 8, 9 and 10 done.

hamie

Chapter 1

They never walked like this, in silence, neither of them saying a word. There was something very important going on in her head, but Harry was afraid to ask what; she never liked to talk about something until she'd properly thought it through. Quite suddenly she stopped walking and turned to look at Harry. Still afraid to ask, Harry just stood there and looked at her with an expectant look on his face. She had finished thinking, this much was clear. After what seemed to Harry like an eternity of just standing, staring at each other, she moved. Grabbing hold of his wrist, she half dragged, half led, a somewhat bewildered Harry along the corridor, around the corner and past the entrance to the Great Hall where they were spotted by Ron, who, sensing something was going on, followed them down to the dungeons. To the surprise of the boys, she led them past the potions classroom and along to Snape's office, and then, much to their astonishment, straight passed his desk and through a door which they both swore they had never seen before, right into Snape's private quarters.

It took a moment or two for the boys to realize where they were, but before either had a chance to question Hermione, she motioned for them to take a seat on the couch near the fire with such a determined look on her face that neither dared say a word. She started to pace between the couch and the fireplace, which flared into life as soon as she passed in front of it. Though the fact that she appeared so comfortable in the room put them somewhat at ease, when she finally turned to face the two boys, she found that one wore a look of great curiosity, while the other wore a look which spoke of growing confusion.

For a long moment she just stood there, staring at a point somewhere between Harry and Ron, until finally Ron spoke up. Hearing Ron's voice, she came back to the present, and appeared to have understood what he'd asked without actually listening to a word he'd said. She looked at Ron and then at Harry and said, "I guess I'd better start at the beginning, hadn't I? You'd better both listen carefully; I don't want to repeat myself. I know I've sort of explained this before but, well, I've never told you the whole story." Both boys looked confused now; neither had any idea what she was talking about. Hermione noticed this and quickly went on to say, "Do you remember three months ago when Neville's aging potion exploded?" Both boys nodded, but clearly couldn't see where she was going with this line of conversation. Did she mean there was more to the story than what she'd told them? What more could be said? Hermione took a deep breath while trying to think of the best way to continue. Eventually, she said, "Well, you remember how I told you that Neville had added the unicorn hair to the ageing potion too early and that that was why the potion sort of …" She paused for a moment looking for the right way to say it, "…vanished me?" The boys both nodded again, Hermione wished that they'd say something. "Well, when I said 'vanished me,' I wasn't being entirely truthful, or at least, I wasn't giving you the full picture." She began to babble. "I mean from your perspective I did vanish, but that's not quite how it happen to me; you see, Neville had accidentally turned his ageing potion into a time travel potion and I didn't disappear, I sort of …well…" She trailed off, suddenly feeling very guilty for misleading her best friends. "Well what?" said Ron. "Hermione, tell us!" said Harry. She rubbed the toe of her shoe along the edge of the hearth rug, feeling irrationally shy. "I … I went back in time to 1977! There I said it!" She said, with great effort, and then looked very relieved as if a great weight had been lifted. The boys looked torn between being angry with her and being absolutely flabbergasted when she finally looked up and met their gaze. She appeared to have found her voice again and continued. "I don't know why it was that point in time that I woke up but it was. 1977. The same year that your parents were in their seventh year, Harry! I was stuck there for ages, 5 years to be exact; I don't know why it was only twelve hours to everyone here!" Hermione said, and slid into a comfy chair opposite them looking a little deflated at their reactions; she'd expected there to be some shouting at least, but then she supposed 'Was them sitting there with their mouths open, looking at her as if she'd just grown fangs or something, really any worse? Or for that matter, better?'

Several minutes passed before Ron broke the silence. "Ok, let me get this straight," he said. "You went back in time to 1977, to Harry's parent's final year, and were there for five years." Hermione nodded her head, and Ron continued uncertainly. "So…then you're twenty-two…or are you still seventeen?" Hermione looked between the boys to the room that she knew Professor Snape was skulking in (as he insisted that he "most certainly was not hiding!"). "Well, yes, I guess I would be considered twenty-two; Professor Dumbledore is still trying to figure that one out." She paused again, letting them digest the information, before continuing to say, "There's something else you should know, though…while I was in the past, I got married!" she paused there to gauge the boy's reaction. When it didn't look like they were going to say anything she said, "…to Professor Snape." Both Harry and Ron sat staring at her with a mixture of shock and horror on their faces. Harry was the first to move.

It certainly wasn't the reaction Hermione was expecting. Instead of Harry yelling at her or just yelling to get his feelings out, he stood and made to walk out the way he'd came, only to find that the door was no longer there. Instead he strode over to the door behind where he'd been sitting and was just about to fling it open to make his escape when it appeared to open of its own accord to reveal a certain Professor Snape, standing directly behind it. Harry took one look at him and immediately started to back away. Ron was still frozen on the couch not sure what to do and sort of hoping that he'd be waking up soon in his four-poster bed in the dormitory. Snape scowled at the boys but was soon distracted by Hermione who got up and walked around the couch towards him. When she was face to face with him she pulled him down to give him a kiss on the lips. Snape's angry gaze didn't leave the two boys, who were currently invading his space, until he felt Hermione's lips brush his; at this he wrapped an arm around Hermione's waist and pulled her into a brief hug, kissing her lightly on the forehead as he did so. Even after thirteen years alone Hermione's touch could still make him feel like a seventeen year old in love. Hermione took him by the hand and lead him to the chair she'd been sitting in, his favorite, and once he'd settled into it, perched herself on the arm and began absently playing with his fingers. Harry clearly decided that perhaps that door was not an exit, as he sat sulkily back on the couch next to Ron, who still hadn't moved.

"Severus, I was just about to tell Harry and Ron how we got together," Hermione said simply, regaining some of her earlier confidence. He gave a small nod of approval.

Hermione smiled when she saw that he was ok with her two best friends knowing just what happened eighteen years ago, when she literally fell into Severus Alexander Snape's lap.