An: I'm sorry for the three week delay but I warned you in the last chapter... The musical is over and I had a blast. Don't wear theatre makeup it ruins your complexion.

I'm back, owning nothing, nada and is still the dyslectic person from last time. This chap was betad by clarealexandrea

Time turner twist

Chap 21

Alexander sipped his punch, whilst watching his parents dance. Lily had told him a fantastic tale of them time-travelling and she was off finding refreshments for herself. His parents didn't look all that different only the age is truly contrasting. He didn't blame himself for not noticing who they where, his father was a spy in his youth and he had told Alexander a million times that if you only change the small things no one will see what you are hiding. And he also mentioned something about not seeing what you don't expect to see.

As his parents waltzed he looked about the room spotting his other uncles and Mr and Mrs Goyle.

Seeing all of these people here felt as unnerving as Aunt Luna's Easter pie, it should be illegal what she could do to carrots. He did not see his aunt and gathered that he would have noticed her if she was here. He could see her husband sitting far away in a corner with uncle Neville, both as badly disguised as the rest of the troop. Ginny wasn't here ether, but Lily had mentioned that. Her parents where standing at the bottom of the stairs looking unnerved and not sure what to do. Well at least Harry did. Uncle Draco was advancing on a group of girls.

Alexander snorted, so Draco still thought he was straight. He remembers the countless times Uncle Harry has told him and Sirius about Draco's straight disasters and not to mention Harry's own.

His eyes followed his uncles as they separate to their different goals. Harry seating himself with Ron and Neville, and Draco starting to flirt with the group of girls. His own parents where still waltzing and so where Mr and Mrs Goyle, except Mr Goyle was doing a terrible job next to Alexander father who made his mother look like a feather floating through the air.

He looked over towards his best friend who was chatting with her date. Wilma had finally ensnared her Sirius, a perfect catch.

Alexander estimated that they where only a kiss away from happily ever after – how disturbingly sweet.

He looked around the room again, wondering where his date had gone of to. He growled when he saw she had seated herself at a table with the Quidditch captain of Slytherin and Hufflepuff plus the two beaters from Ravenclaw! His eyes flared. She would always be the self-centred and shallow girl she had turned in to! Muscles and glory was her preference! Not intelligence and a large nose… How could he have fooled himself in to asking her? He must have been mad!

Alexander was close to braking the glass in his hand but thought better of it and put it down on a near by table, then stalked away. The nerve of the girl!

Severus had his eyes on the whole thing, and his mood darkened.

Hermione didn't notice her son-to-be stalking away; she was quite preoccupied with not freaking out over the fact that she was trapped in Severus Snape's arms! Not good.

He was a wonderful dancer and she would truly have enjoyed her self, if it hadn't been that it was a horrid old-young man who she had been dancing with. He had not said a word for what felt like half an hour, maybe an hour! He barely looked at her! What a date…

She tried not to think of him being in love with her because that and being in his arms would have made her scream. Suddenly the professor muttered something.

"Pardon me?" Hermione said

"'Stupid girl'" he repeated still not looking at her.

"Are you talking about me?" she was not pleased!

"No, Miss Malfoy-Potter. She has once again scared our son away, she has James brains she has…"

Hermione twitched at the our son remark, that plus him loving her and her being in his arms— kill her now!

"What do you mean James brains? What kind of insult is that? James saved your life!"

Snape turned his eyes on her, the cold stair made her bones freeze. It was pure hate in those eyes.

Severus said nothing, he wanted to slap her, or strangle her, shouting would have sufficed but he could not. Her big scared brown eyes made her look so woundable and innocent. An emotional cocktail Severus Snape had never conquered.

They had stopped dancing. They stood there looking at one and other, he with hate in his eyes and she with fear in hers.

Lily ran up to them, she did not notice the cold tension surrounding her aunt and uncle.

"Have you seen Alexander?" she asked. Severus leaped at the chance at leasing his anger on someone.

"Yes! I have." He snapped coldly. "He went off when you started to flirt with FOUR other boys! You are ether the most stupid girl ever or you are as clumsy as a rhinoceros!"

"But..." Lily began

"You can bet your life on that my son is now cursing himself for ever going out with you, and I assure you he is promising himself to never ever doing such a mistake ever again." Severus spat at the girl.

The girl looked at him then her eyes began to water. She turned on her heals and ran out of the great hall and down to her dungeons.

"Why did you do that?!" Granger barked at him.

"I only told her the truth..." Severus answered.

"You have no feelings! You make her cry and then you don't care!" She seemed quite upset.

"She hurt my son's feelings." Severus answered rationally as he steered the girl towards the punch.

Granger fell silent. She seemed rather choked actually. They took a glass of punch each and they went out on the terrace. He hated having to try to fall for this girl. Yet he HAD to!

They where silent for a while

"You said all that... Because she made Alexander disappointed?" Hermione asked the younger version of her teacher.

He looked out over the grounds towards the forbidden forest and up at the stars. It took a moment before he answered.

"If he is my son.. She didn't just make him disappointed…" his eyes gleamed dark grey, nearly blue in the star light. Hermione had never seen colour in her professor's eyes, they where storm coloured.

"…She broke his heart."

He had never spoken with such a sincere voice in her presence, not ever. It was a magical change; the voice was free of sarcasm and had no trace of evil glee, only the dark smooth tone of his voice was left.

The flow of his dark hair lay against his back and his pale face was only lit up by the stars. She thought of his words and realized he had shown her a small part of his being. He had yet to look at her.

Hermione couldn't bare the silence or the pressing tension so she spoke "that was – nice of you…"

"To make her cry?" he asked with a trace of sarcasm, still staring at the stars. He looked very handsome, not at all like he did when he was his grumpy old self.

"No…to Care..." she whispered looking down at the rose he had given her.

Severus turned toward the young girl. The pearls in her hair and around her neck gleamed and she seemed to be blushing... it could have been the light though.

"How could I not? He's our son…" He said still in his sincere voice. She seemed to blush even deeper, but it still could have been the light. Her woundable posture and her dazzling looks in entranced him. (It was his only excuse) So many innocent people he had destroyed as the dark lord spy. And here was yet another one but this time he didn't know what to do with her. She trembled in the cold winds. Not looking at him.

"Are you cold?" he asked her and she nodded.

He took a step forward and another one. He put his arms around her… she didn't shun away, she looked up in to his eyes. Her big brown eyes where bigger then usual and she seemed scared, so tender, it was now or never.

He tightened the embrace and kissed her.

His lips where soft and he knew how to kiss a girl… The professor was kissing her!

She pushed him away and slapped him across the face.

"What The Hell Are You Doing?!!" Hermione screamed at him.

Snape had a stony expression on his face that she couldn't read. She stared at him. He had shown no reaction what so ever.

He bowed at her "I'm so sorry miss Granger.. I don't know what came over me." He was polite and his old voice was back. She shuddered it was definitely cold out there. He raised an eyebrow and swept inside. 'Drama Queen' Hermione thought and followed her seventeen-years-looking-but-definitely-much-older-professor-who-had-just-kissed-her inside.

The only thing left on the terrace was a rose someone had dropped in surprise. The cold winds blew at the abandoned rose and a petal loosened and fell.