It isn't long before the Dark Lord dismissed the three of them, with the promise that he would be summoning for Hermione soon to keep her and Severus on their toes no doubt. Hermione found it interesting. Voldemort wasn't… Wasn't what she had imagined he would be, and how Voldemort reacted to the news that he was a father in another time, it made her confused but also glad, deciding it was best off for her not to try and question it. Maybe he would be an excellent parent? Maybe she would be found out? Who would know? No one really. She thought and then bit the inside of her cheek forgetting that she was in the presence of Severus Snape. A young… teenage… Severus Snape.
She only remembers that he is with her when he loudly clears his throat gathering her undivided attention, and she looks up at him. Goodness… She thinks, her face softening and the world around her seeming to slow down for a moment as she took in his appearance. Never in her wildest dreams or fantasies had she ever thought of what he was like as a teenage. The Severus in her mind was the one she knew and fell into a deep admiration for during her time as a Hogwarts student, however looking at the younger version of himself, made her weak. Sure he wasn't anything like Viktor Krum, or Cedric Diggory, but he had a charm all his own. His hair was shorter and only framed his face from the chin up, but still it looked slightly wild, and out of place here and there which was unlike himself. The darkness in his eyes was much more noticeable now, not so much in color but in their intensity. One could see just how much your presence made him feel, and hers was no exception to his brewing wrath. "Severus." She whispered softly, but he gives nothing really away.
He raises a dark brow questioningly, but quickly pulls himself together his face returning to the hard deep furrow his brows are always in while shutting his eyes. Something more pronounced in the current time catches her eye, a thin crease forming in the middle of his forehead and Hermione reaches up to smooth it away. She had just… made herself someone very important in the present time for Voldemort's sake, and then brought Snape into this. If she didn't play this all out the right way, something could happen to Severus that she wasn't prepared for, just like how he was prepared for her to touch him. As a result, he quickly stiffen. There was no relationship between her and Severus really, but in her mind she had a small secret affair with him every now and then. He was the only one that was her equal… Who understood her by being of among those of high academics and never belittled her rudely for being smart. He belittled her yes however she saw it as a gentle tease meant to encourage her. "Why are you touching me?" he snorts slapping her hand away from his face and looks down at the shorter woman.
Hermione blushes. Oh my… She thinks. This Severus isn't at all like the older Severus. His voice, mannerisms, and attitude is more dominate, harsher and his actions are much more violent then reserved. Maybe its because he hasn't matured yet, but since she knows who he becomes, she'll be aright. Her delayed response causes Severus to look at her oddly. What could she possibly be thinking about? A reason for possibly marking his early grave with the Dark Lord? Yes. That better be the only thing she is thinking about, he thought smugly.
She lowers her hand from his face and feels her cheeks redden in embarrassment. "I'm sorry." She says quickly. "Ha-habit." She says to play along with what she has already stated.
He doesn't look amused. Instead he straightens, towering over her much like he does later in life, and turns away from her. Habit she says, he thinks to himself while wondering what other habits they might have together as he walks so that he can apparate home. Yet, when he turns back to her to question her if she knew where he lived she is in the same spot as before. He groans. He doesn't have time for this.
"Come on, Miss. Lestrange." he demands sharply, and he sees the confusion in her face before she can hide it. At last! She isn't who she says she-!
"Hermione…" She tells him walking up to him slowly. "You call me… Hermione, Hermy, and a few assorted pet names. Never in your life have you called me Miss. Lestrange." She informs him surprising him. It wasn't a lie though. Never had Severus Snape call her by such a name, it was always Miss. Granger.
Ok… Maybe she is… He thinks as he opens a door for her to walk through. To think that he, Severus Snape was with Bellatrix Lestrange's daughter… It didn't make any sense since he positively hated the woman and her incredibly reckless way of life. However with it also being Voldemort's daughter, perhaps he was already given a blessing to have her from him but then again… She said Bellatrix or well it sounded like Bellatrix was her primary care taker. Where was his master's place in all of this? He thought bitterly, looking ahead.
Hermione is ahead of him now, and takes a deep breath to relax her wild nerves. She just needs to play this out as best as she can. She's got to remember everything that she has said and keep her story straight so that she doesn't end up killed and can return to her real time life. "Do you know where I live?" he asks her.
She looks at him, and gives him an odd look. She does it as best as she could because she is about to tap dance her way into another lie. She did hope that nothing aside from his attitude was different in this time… It would make a lot of things much easier. "Spinner's End is where you live in my time… You've told me that after the passing of your parents you moved back in." She says softly. She isn't sure if any of this has happened yet, but something tells her that it has so she's in the clear still. The fact is Severus Snape told her nothing of a sort. She had figured it all out in her late crush for him. It was do that, or approach him, and though she was part of Dumbledore's Army there was no way she was brave enough to stand there and confined in him her secret feelings.
"Do I share a lot with you in your time?" He asks nervously.
It is in that moment, that Hermione realizes what she has done. She has seriously messed up the time line. Severus doesn't have a girlfriend, and never has had one… She just made herself his girlfriend out of convenience. Oh dear… She decides that since she made herself his girlfriend she was going to live it up for him… Maybe there could be something nice for him out of all of this horrible arrangement she had managed to weave. It wasn't fair that she was selfish in her little lie dance to drag him into it, but if she stayed at Malfoy Manor how would she manage to get back to her real time? The only person she knew that could help her was Severus.
"Sev…" She says and his eyes widen. "We share a lot more then stories." She whispers extending her hand to him. "Lead the way. I'm tired, and want to sleep." She says arrogantly knowing full well that with her story he wouldn't question it, and he doesn't. He reaches out to take her hand in his and apparates them to the alley on a block away from his home. This causes her to fall against his form, her face landing in the middle of his chest, and her hands grabbing the front of his robes as she allows the momentarily sickness that has come over her to leave. Their so close to one another, and Hermione embraces it. Severus however…
His hands don't reach up to comfort her, he doesn't say anything to her. He's nothing but stiffness and a heartbeat letting Hermione know that she isn't propped up against a wall or anything other then Severus. It's odd to have someone so close to him. He… he's never had someone so affectionate to him since he was friends with Lily. "Come on." he says awkwardly and pushes her off of him, beginning to usher her to walk by taking her hand in his as they walk to the small home with a porch light on. His home is surrounded by older people, and very few kids. In fact his neighboring house is empty and for sale making it a calm quiet neighborhood. It suits him.
He looks at Hermione, and narrows his eyes. "Where is the spare key?" he asks her and it catches her off guard.
"Sev really-?" She begins.
"You may fool the others, but I don't yet believe that you are who you say you are. If I find out that you aren't… I will send you straight to the Dark Lord himself. I don't have time to be wrapped up inside thing useless. If we are… as close as you say…" he begins and Hermione sighs crossing her arms over her chest quickly racking her brain for some sort of clue to get through this challenge. If she didn't… She was doomed for but that wasn't going to let her down. She was… higher then him… In a sense, so she needed to act as such which meant cutting him off and being witty. Something she was good at.
"If you think I'm going to shag you after how you've treated me thus far…" I say interrupting him. "You are sorely mistaken." If I was Severus Snape where would I hide a spare key were no one would find it? It's then she recalls a lesson, and hopes to dear god it works.
"There is no spare key. You, Severus Snape, never had a spare key because of the trouble it would cause you with your reputation. Instead your door is cursed with the most unimaginable hexs and jinxs to insure your safety and well being." She says matter of fact. There had been a little conversation she had overheard about Severus and his opinion to Sirius Black having a spare key. "Hurry up and come inside." He grumbles.
Hermione smiles in triumphant. So… She was right?!
"How long have we been in a relationship?" He asks.
"Almost three years." She lies and he catches it raising a brow that tells her to continue.
"You started accepting my feelings when I was sixteen. However, we have been formally together for nearly two years." She explains fixing her statement. He knew how old she was, he wasn't dumb. He probably began forming an idea of when she was conceived, born and what happened from the time period of her birth to the present time or… well his time.
"So…Your eighteen almost nineteen? That makes me… thirty-seven or thirty-eight…" He says and makes a face. He doesn't like this. It feels wrong… He thinks knowing how young she is verses how old he is in her time. "That's disgusting." he says harshly.
"I don't think so." Hermione grunts sitting down on the sofa only to be shortly followed by Severus however he's in a chair next to the fireplace. He removed his wand, and with in seconds a fire is started.
"I'm half your age. I'm probably a bitter old man, and I'm with you? I don't believe it." He says to her, and this makes her angry. She knew this would be the reason that Severus wouldn't even consider her for a moment, that and he was… She shook her head. She wasn't going to think about that.
"It doesn't matter. It didn't stop you from putting your hands where the probably shouldn't have been." She snaps and crosses her leg over the other. Her feelings have been hurt, but Severus is seriously blushing, she has missed it.
Putting his hands where they shouldn't be, huh… He thought. Now… Severus wasn't the much mature Severus now. He was younger, and he wasn't really over the fact that someone he loved dearly was no longer apart of his life. He was lonely, and well… a man. He didn't get to live out his teen years as others had. He was alone. But… If he had Hermione in the future there was hope right? There was some hope that she would show him things about himself, and maybe they could be normal in his time for a while?
"We…. We really are together?" he asks softly.
Hermione turns her head to him. She hates lying. She really does but… Lying was the only thing keeping her from being dead. "Yes. Yes Severus we are."
"Then prove it." He dares. He can't believe her. He just can't! There no way in hell that he would have a girlfriend. Ever. He was in love with Lily Evans. It was a pointless love, but it was what he knew. He wasn't even remotely attracted to-!
Before he could finish the thought, Hermione had moved her body, her knee's touching his thigh closest to her, and then leaned into him so the rest of her body was pressing slightly into his. The feeling of a woman willingly touching him, made him uncomfortable, but what made him feel even more uncomfortable was her lips resting again his. She doesn't seem fazed in the littlest while her lips are pressed to his thin and slightly open ones.
She pulls back a little moving her hands up his chest, and then up his neck into his hair before resuming the kiss. Severus liked that. He liked how her hands moved across his chest, and from the assertion of her touch, he knew how confident she was in what he possibly liked. While it was a shocker to him that was for sure it was pure joy for Hermione. She was finally kissing Severus Snape…She thought happily. If only it were really this easy with the older Severus… She thought pulling away to look at his soft surprised kissed face, "Is that enough proof?" She whispered softly moving to kiss his redden cheeks.
He's embarrassed as well as confused. Though he certainly like the kissing, and his body loved it as well he knew he shouldn't. He felt like he was betraying Lily which didn't make sense since she had married Potter. All chance of being with her was gone, he just didn't realize how gone. He stops Hermione just as she kisses a sweet spot on his neck below his ear. Dear Lord did she know something about him… He thought uncomfortably. Yet, no words leave his lips instead he pushes Hermione away from him and quickly moves away saying over his shoulder that she could take his bed tonight and that he would just sleep in another room for the time being as the house elf brings in tea.
Perhaps it was a little much? She thinks and then looks to her hands in her lap. It was going to be a long time until she went home that was for sure. She shouldn't have gotten to carried away with the affection. She knew he wasn't use to it, but she wanted to make him use to it.
With that, she smiles at the house elf before asking to be shown the room she would be sleeping in, which the elf is more then glad to take her to. None of her master's visitors had ever greeted him so kindly. Once she was in the room that was Severus, she wondered if he would mind if she dressed in on of his not so impressive shirts and slept in it? Although she wasn't going to ask, she found a soft shirt, no doubt something very Muggle. It was just right to sleep in, not being too long or loose around her frame and it doesn't take long for her to fall asleep just before Severus came knocking on the door to get something to sleep in as well.
When he opens the door, he's sees Hermione's body draped over his bed dressed his nightshirt. He suppresses the urge to wake her and take his shirt from her because she looks so peaceful and seems to look right laying in his bed like she was. She looked like she belonged there holding a pillow close to herself awaiting for his arrive. He thinks selfishly before grabbing what he needs and goes to change and hopefully get a good night's rest.