Memories flashed past him as he searched for the last conversation between Minerva and Hermione. Bodiless voices rushed past, blending into one another. Colors blurred, and he almost lost himself in the onslaught of feelings. Finally, he was able to get his bearings and grab hold of something. It was the altercation with Rita Skeeter. He followed it back a few minutes to the breakfast table.

As if standing behind the two women, he watched himself deliberately ignore the rest of his colleagues. The older woman leaned in to Hermione conspiratorially.

"He's been that way all week. It's a little unnerving, is it not?" Minerva asked. There was a pause as the two giggled. "What would you say the time-frame is?"

"About a month. Give or take. It must be before the date I saw. Of course, I have no context and the future changes constantly. Besides, it was only a moment before I realized what was happening and went back in time. There's always the chance that it was an isolated incident and—"

"Hermione, it will happen. Just give it time. Severus moves slow as molasses. It took him years to even compliment me on my work. I can't imagine how much effort it takes for him to open up enough to let someone su—"

"Minerva!" Even without being able to see her face, Severus could tell that she was blushing right to the roots of her hair. He remembered looking over to see her beet red.

Suddenly, the scene faded out and changed.

He recognized his own living room, except the fireplace was lit. He never started a fire. There was a bit of a hazy edge to the memory and everything was a bit disconnected. But he could clearly see the back of his own head above the back of the couch.

A young Hermione stood in front of him in her school uniform, facing the back of the couch like he was. She must have been about ten years younger. He had almost forgotten what she had looked like before she started trying to tame her mane. Her chest didn't have that delightful swell under her robes like his Hermione and her legs and arms were like sticks.

Movement from the couch caught his eye.

He was surprised to see memory him had his head thrown back and his eyes shut tight. He walked around to the front of the couch just a moment before the Hermione in front of him stepped forward in confusion. To his utter astonishment, his older Hermione was on her knees before his memory self, lips wrapped beautifully around the base of his cock, looking up through her lashes. Her wild hair was wrapped through his fingers, and he tugged lightly to set a pace.

Younger Hermione immediately stepped back, pulling a chain from the front of her robes, and he was wrenched from the memory to the present.

His wide eyes were still staring into Hermione's, and his hand still held her chin. Their eyes were locked. He could see her chest heaving in his peripheral vision. His breath wasn't too steady, either. For a moment, they shared breath and startled gazes.

"I'm not sure if I should be incredibly pissed or grateful I'll never have to describe that to you," she said, narrowing her eyes a bit.

He stared at her, eyes fixed. "What? I mean…How? Wh-what?"

She tried to pull her chin from his grasp, but he held tight.

"What did I just see, Hermione?" he demanded.

"Well, you know how I used the time-turner in third year? To get to my classes on time?" He nodded quickly. "When I was still getting used to using it, I had a bit of an accident. Which you saw."

"You went too far forward? Is that why it was a bit hazy around the edges?"

"Apparently, the future is not set in stone. There's usually a chance that something will change. However, Dumbledore was surprised at how clear the image was for being so far in the future. He and Minerva agreed that it probably indicated a high probability." She bit her lip and broke eye contact with him.

"Dumbledore and Minerva have seen this? They watched you suck me off? On my couch?"

"Well, basically. I was only 13. I was a bit…inexperienced. To me, it looked as if you were holding me…there…you know…" Her eyes closed in embarrassment.

"Hermione." Her eyes stayed closed. He shook her head a bit until she looked at him. "I would never ever do anything like that against your will."

"Well, I know that now! At the time, we thought you were out to kill us. And Lupin." She was finally able to avoid his piercing gaze by looking just over his right shoulder. "Besides, I know now that you definitely weren't holding me there. You seem to enjoy it quite a bit." She bit her lip to shut herself up.

He thought back to the way his head had hung on the back of the couch and the slow way her mouth slid down him. "Yes. It would seem so."

His eyes found hers again, then dropped to the way she bit down on her bottom lip. He brought his thumb up to tug it from between her teeth. The vivid image of that mouth perfectly wrapped around his cock made said appendage twitch in anticipation.

Hermione saw his eyes darken and his breathing hitch. When he glanced down to her lips, she had to focus on the shuddering inhale she took. Nobody had looked at her that way. Ron had simply taken her mouth when he wanted to kiss her, regardless of her feelings. It had led to quite a few arguments, as he paid little attention to her feelings and needs. Viktor had been the same.

This was entirely different. Severus was blatantly asking her permission with every fiber of his being. His eyes burned with his need for her and his lips were slightly parted. His whole body leaned into hers. She had no personal space anymore. And she didn't mind.

Throwing caution to the wind, she closed the gap between them, pressing her lips against his fiercely.