AN: Hello everyone!!!!!

I'm glad to be back in business again. Now everyone who faithfully read and commented on my story, Fantasies Fulfilled, I'm happy to say this is the sequel! It's been quite a while since I finished it, but i re-read it and decided I wanted to write more! So I really do hope you enjoy it.

A few things I'd like to say before beginning the story:

1. Ginny and Lupin will not be together in this story. Let's just say that their fling didn't last very long, and Ginny is with her rightful partner, Harry.

2. I didn't really discuss this in Fantasies Fulfilled, but the war was over by then. Dumbledore should've been dead at that point but I mentioned his name then, which I now admit to being a mistake. He was dead back then too and McGonnagal was headmistress.

3. This takes place about five years after their graduation from Hogwarts, so now the trio is at the age of 22-23.

That's it. Now enjoy!!

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"Merlin!" Hermione exclaimed. "Great! Just wonderful!" Her morning coffee, which was cold by now, was now spilt all over her new, white blouse. She grabbed a napkin from her desk and starting dabbing her blouse with it. It was only after a few frustrating minutes of dabbing pointlessly at the spot, that she realized that she was a witch. Even more angry than before, she grabbed her wand and pointed it to her chest. The stain cleaned itself off completely. Sighing, she put down her wand and slumped against her chair. She had had a rough day.

She had woken up late this morning, which was unexcusable, especially on a day like this. Rushing to get ready, she had walked out of her house, ready to apparate, when she realized that she had forgotten to grab her robes, and was standing in the street with complete muggle attire. Of course, this wasn't that unusual, for she lived in the middle of a muggle district, but she needed her robes for the office. It would be completely inappropriate to show up at work dressed as a muggle. Once finally arriving at work, she realized that the amount of workload on her desk was incredulously high. Yes, she had a lot of work, but her secretary was supposed to handle the minor things, which obviously hadn't happened here. It was only after five confused moments that she remembered that her secretary had told her she was pregnant and would be staying at home from now on. She had groaned, realizing that she would be needing to hire someone new. From then on, it had only gotten worse. The tremendous amount of work had piled up more and more. Hermione Granger was not used to behind in work.

Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This was not good. Her job in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had been the best thing to happen to her after leaving Hogwarts and she did not want to let it get to her head. She was one of the thirteen governors of the Ministry of Magic, and the youngest one by nearly three centuries, thus facing a lot and a lot of responsibility. Of course, it was nothing she couldn't handle. But it still overwhelmed her at times.

She checked her watch. It was quarter after four. Sighing again she resigned her last hope that an owl would arrive from Professor McGonnagal, canceling their appointment. She was due at Hogwarts in fifteen minutes and she definitely did not want to go. But it was her job to visit, have the headmistress inform her on the devlopments of the school, go talk to the teachers individually, and generally make sure everything was still going normal at the school. Usually she would have her secretary do this job, but since she currently did not have one and the governors had chosen her to take over this particular responsibility, she had no choice but to visit the school she had attended five years previously.

Hermione didn't know why she was dreading going. After all she had loved the school and everything about her time there. It had been a wonderful experience. But still, there was something that just made her feel queesy when thinking of the task ahead. Who are you kidding, Hermione. she thought to herself. You know what's making you nervous. It was true. She couldn't deny it to herself. It was the part where she had to talk to the individual teachers that made her uncomfortable.

It had been five years since her seventh year at Hogwarts, hence being also five years since she had had an affair with one of her teachers. She smiled weakly to herself. Yes, it had been five years since her and Professor Snape had had their... relationship, for lack of better term. Everything had gone exactly as they had discussed it. Hermione still vividly remembered their last night together; the day before graduation. She had spent the night with him, as she had done many times leading up to that point. They had been together all night, making slow and sweet love. It was the most affectionate they had been with each other throughout their whole affair and thus failed to fade from Hermione's memory. It had been the last time they had been together, just as they'd promised each other it would be.

Hermione had graduated with her friends the next day, and for most it was the most wonderful of days. They were done with their education and were finally free to live their lives as adults. Hermione suspected only Harry felt the same sadness wash over him at the thought of leaving Hogwarts. It had been his home more than the Dursleys' had ever been. So she took that day as the day that completely changed the direction of her life. She set out to focus on her life after Hogwarts, desperately trying to leave everything with it behind. It had been the hardest year for her. The contact with Snape had ceased completely from the moment she stepped away from Hogwarts last time and she hadn't heard from him or seen him since.

After a year however, she found that it was easier and easier forgetting about Hogwarts and her final year there. She married Ron shortly afterwards and moved into a flat with him. She knew when she married him that her heart still fully belonged to someone else. But it had also been one of the best decisions she had made. Ron turned out to be a better husband then a friend and treated her surprisingly well. They barely ever fought anymore, although their little arguments remained the same as ever. Hermione enjoyed her life with Ron. It was simple, easy and comfortable. All in all her life seemed to be going very well.

This was a helping factor, she thought, as she prepared herself to leave shortly. She reorganized her desk, cleaning everything and putting all papers in a neat pile. She knew she was long over Snape and whatever they had had in her childish years, but it still made her nervous to think that she would be seeing him for the first time since then... Because the last time she had seen him.... Hermione let her thoughts wander once again to their last night. Shaking her head, as if trying to clear the thought from her mind, she grabbed her robe, put it on and left her office. She walked quickly over to the elevators, nodding at people as she went. Once in the atrium, she took a deep breath and spun around. The familiar feeling of being squeezed through a tube came over her, but as soon as it had started, it went away again. She opened her eyes hesitantly and took a look around. She was standing in the familiar square of Hogsmead.

A warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the weather and her heart began to beat a little faster. It had been too long since she was here. She slowly began to make her way towards the castle, admiring her surroundings as she went. She truly had forgotten how much she loved this place. As she walked across the grounds, she passed the whomping willow and a little smile appeared on her face. Finally, she could see the doors of the enormous castle in front of her and only paused a little to take a breath before entering. She took in the sight of the entrance hall, as impressive as ever and smiled. It really had been too long. Slowly she made her way up the marble staircase, making sure to jump over the trick step that she still knew to be located towards the middle.

She met no one on the way up to the Headmistress' office, as for it being the end of august, the students hadn't arrived yet. She knew the teachers to be here though, since they always arrived a few days before the students did to make preperations for their classes. She stepped in front of the stone gargoyle and muttered the password that had been given her through the letter she received, reminding her of the inspection. It jumped asside and Hermione made her way to the steps that began revolving the second she stepped foot on them. She knocked on the oak doors once the stairs stopped and waited for permission to enter.

"Enter." She heard a brisk female voice from the inside, which caused Hermione to smile once more. Without hesitation she opened the door to the office and let herself in.

"Good evening, Professor." Hermione greeted warmly and quickly crossed the room towards where the woman was sitting behind her desk. "What a pleasure to see you again."

McGonnagal stood up to shake Hermione's hand and smiled in return. "No need to call me 'professor' anymore, Miss Granger. I am no longer your professor." She said warmly. "But then again, neither are you Miss Granger anymore, correct? If I'm not mistaken it's Mrs Weasley now."

Hermione gave her a warm smile. "That's correct." She replied. "But if you don't mind, it would feel unpropper to call you anything but 'professor.'"

"Well, then, you may call me whatever you like." McGonnagal replied. "Now shall we get on? We both know why you're here. We might have a chance to catch up later, but I do suggest you do your job first."

"Of course, Professor." Hermione replied at once, not failing to notice that her old teacher seemed to have kept her tendency to advise, even to her former students. So Hermione quickly began discussing the things she would be looking over and the questions she would be asking. Once finished explaining, she proceeded to do as she had discussed and made sure a parchment and paper were taking down what McGonnagal answered. The whole process didn't take too long and only half an hour later, the parchment that a quill had been writing on finally reached the bottom and Hermione ran out of questions.

"Thank you for your time, Professor. This concludes it." She smiled at her ex-teacher. "Now I will only go to each teacher and ask them to give me a short report on their views of how things are being run and I will be off again."

McGonnagal nodded at her and they shook hands again. "It was nice seeing you, Hermione." She said briskly, but there was a warm tone in her voice. "I do hope you visit us again. You still remain one of the best students I have ever taught."

Hermione said her thanks, promised she'd come back soon, and bade goodbye to the Headmistress. Now the hard part. She thought. Her heart was once again beginning to race and she told it angrily to stop. She decided she would begin with the topmost floor and work herself down (Snape being in the dungeons had nothing to do with the fact at all, of course), so she proceeded up to the seventh floor to begin with Professor Trewlaney.

All in all, everything had gone well so far, Hermione thought. All her old professors seemed overjoyed to see their favorite student again and, after giving her the summary that she requested, all made her drink a cup of tea and talk with them about what she had been up to after Hogwarts. Finally, having talked to all the teachers but one, Hermione resigned herself to the fact that she would have to, in a few short minutes, make her way to the dungeons and face the man she once thought she loved.

Her heart now beating more wildly than ever, she made her way slowly and dreadfully down the stairs that led to the dungeons. She was walking slowly to the place she remembered walking to too many times in her seventh year and felt a jolt go through her as she reached the door. Calm, Hermione... Breathe she told herself. You know he has no effect on you anymore. Whatever you had back then is done now so anything nervousness you feel is stupid. This is just the same as seeing Professor McGonnagal or Flitwick was. But even as she told herself that, she knew it wasn't true. This was as different as it could be from seeing her other former teachers. But telling herself that she was being silly about getting so nervous, she finally gathered enough courage and knocked on the door.

Nothing could have prepared her for the effect that hearing his voice would have on her. When she heard him say "enter" in that smooth, cold, dangerous voice of his, her heart seemed to stop beating and a shudder went through her body that, once again, had nothing to do with the temperature. Taking a final deep breath, she turned the handle and opened the door to her former potions classroom.

He was standing over a cauldron in the middle of the room, adding what looked like beetle wings to it, all the while stirring it clockwise. Hermione quietly entered and shut the door behind her, turning away from him as she did so. Seeing him didn't seem to help the minor heart attack she was having either. Slowly she turned back around and faced him again, only to see he had still not looked up from his potion.

"Good evening, Professor." She said quietly, and in a rather tentative manner. He stopped stirring at once. The sound of her voice seemed to have woken him up. She saw his head move upwards and a second later his eyes locked on hers. A strange emotion flooded Hermione, but she didn't want to know what it was and pushed the thought aside. She waited for him to speak.

"Miss Granger." He said. The sound of her name from his lips sounded familiar after all these years. He had spoken softly and she knew the only thing that could've caused it was the fact that he had not been expecting her. Hermione realized that they must not mention which of the governors would be coming. A second later he straightened up and his usual expression of no emotion took over his features. "They didn't tell me it would be you who would make the inspection." He said in his normal tone, confirming Hermione's thoughts.

"Actually, professor," Hermione said, now taking on her usual, professional manner as well. She realized the moment of recognition was over. "it's Mrs Weasley now. And well, usually my secretary would come to take the report, but as she is at home with child, I was forced to take over." She finished with a small, emotionless smile.

"I see." Snape replied. He seemed to not have taken any suprise to the fact that Hermione's surname was now the same as the redhead he used to teach. Hermione didn't know whether she was disappointed or relieved, but somehow she took great notice of it. "Well, let's not waste time, shall we? I have a lot to do before the children arrive in a few days."

Hermione nodded and quickly began taking out parchment and paper. "It really is only a few questions and will only take a few minutes of your time, Professor." She said quickly, still speaking in a professional manner, although noticing that he was the only former teacher that had not requested her to stop calling them 'professor.' "It's just to cover the basics on what your opinion is of how the school is run and whether you think that certain changes should be made."

He didn't say anything and just waited for her to continue, crossing his arms and leaning against his desk at the front of the room. Hermione tried to ignore his piercing eyes that were now looking at her quite intensely. "Err... right. Well -" she cleared her throat and looked down at her parchment. "How do you think the administration is running the school?" She asked and only looking up at him when he didn't answer for a few seconds. He was still gazing at her, making Hermione more nervous by the second.

"Well." He replied shortly.

"Right... well..." Hermione made sure the quill was writing this down. She looked down again to read the next question. "Do you think that the rules provided by the headmistress and the Ministry of Magic are well enforced within the castle?" She looked up at him again. He quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Yes."

"And do you think there needs to be any changes made to the staff, the rules or any other person or rule that would make the running of this school easier, better and more safe for its students?" Hermione read quickly and looked back to catch Snape's eyes again. Why was he staring at her so intently?

"No."

Hermione exhaled a long breath that she didn't know she'd been holding and looked down to make everything was notated. "Right." She said, now packing away the parchment and quill. "Well that concludes it. Thanks for your time, Professor." She said, looking up at him one more time. She hesitated for a moment, half expecting him to say something else. But he was still gazing at her as if she was something he had never seen before, his could eyes black and completely expressionless. He gave her a sharp nod after a few seconds, but neither said nor did anythign else. Hermione looked down at her hands.

"All right, then. Good night, Professor." She said quietly and turned to leave. She thought she could feel a lump rising in her throat and a sting in her eyes, but didn't know why on earth she had the urge to cry. She repressed the feeling and instead moved to the door. Just as she had put a hand on the handle and was about to pull the door open, she heard him speak softly behind her, causing her to freeze in her position.

"So you married the Weasley." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. A statement that caused Hermione's heart to start beating frantically again. She turned back around to him once more, very slowly. She looked up, trying to read his expression. She wanted to know what made him say it. But his face and eyes were as unreadable as ever.

"Yes." She breathed as a reply.

He looked at her a little while longer, not saying a single word. They just stared back at each other for a while, neither speaking. Then, finally, he broke the silence. He pushed himself off his desk and turned away from her. "I always knew you would." He said in his normal voice. "Well if you don't mind I have to get back to my potion. Good evening, Mrs Weasley."

Hermione was taken aback by his shortness. But what suprised her more was the feeling that washed over her as she heard her new surname fall from his mouth. It was a cold, unpleasant feeling. She watched him as he walked back over to his potion and began to work on it again. He did not look up at her again after that, so Hermione just turned back around and opened the door and walked out. The room had already become claustrophobic for her so she was glad to be in the cool dungeon hall again. She shut the door behind her and began to walk. Only after a few steps she realized that the clump was rising again and the stinging in her eyes had increased. But there was no stopping it now. She let the feeling wash over her and as she did this, the tears began to pour. Giving a little sob, she slumped against the wall and clutched her chest.

What was this tightness that was pulling at her heart in her chest? As if someone was pulling at it and constricting her airwaves that led to her lungs. Why was she feeling so lightheaded that her knees gave out and she slid to the floor? Why was the blood that was now furiosly pulsing in her wrists and temple all of a sudden scoldingly hot? Why could she not stop sobbing and clutching her chest as if she was about to have a heart attack? After a few moments of this the sobs finally began to fade. Hermione began taking deep breaths and relaxed a little. Slowly, she gathered herself, and when she felt stable enough she stood up and straightened her robes. As she began walking up the steps that led to the entrance hall she furiously wiped away her tears and adopted a stern expression on her face. What had just gotten into her, she did not like it, nor did she ever want to let it happen again. It had been five years and she was acting foolish. She would go home, eat dinner with her husband, and make sure she would forget this little incident as quickly as it had happened.

Well this is the beginning to the sequel! I really do hope you enjoyed it!!! Please don't fail to review so I can know whether you like it so far. I also wouldnt mind hearing what you want to happen to the characters. I know the main direction I want to take this, but I don't thinking taking your opinion would be any harm!

love to you all

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