Valentineâs HP Request
Hello,
Will you make a SSHG Time Travel dabble?
Hermione time travels the past and become a DADA professor? She intentionally breaks all time travel rules because they lost war; she then teaches Lily, Severus and Marauders etcâŠ
A Valentineâs Drabble or one shot :)
As you wish...
Hermione Granger stood in the emptiness of her classroom and noticed for the first time just how solitary the quiet was. Sheâd already been in the past for a year, and in that time she had managed to work with Professor Dumbledore to destroy all of Tom Riddleâs horcruxes and put him in jail. The madman no longer posed a threat to Harry or the world that created him.
James and Lily started dating around November, nudged gently by Lilyâs favorite young professor. They were utterly insufferable and in love, but there was one student in particular who she had noticed this news affected.
It was hard for her to separate Severus Snape, the man, from Severus Snape, the student. He was quiet, withdrawn. Unpleasant only when he felt threatened by others, which was essentially any time the marauders were near. James and Sirius had grown somewhat from when sheâd first met them in their sixth year. They had really come into their own, but she ensured that all of the boys understood from day one that she would not tolerate their shenanigans.
She had pulled him aside shortly after James and Lily began to see each other. From her discussions with Harry about his past, she knew that he had latched onto Lily. Hermione had made sure he knew that other people cared about him, that if he played it right, Lily might care for him again. The way heâd looked at her in that moment was burned into her memory, causing a stirring in her belly everytime she thought of it.
âProfessor.â Snapeâs low voice greeted her, startling her from her review of her year.
âSeverus.â She responded, jumping slightly at his appearance. Closing her chronicle of her year, she turned to face him.  âShouldnât you be with your friends? At the Valentineâs Feast?â
He shook his head, his long black hair slicked back for the first time. Normally it hung in his face. Her cheeks burned from the observation that he was quite handsome like this. Sheâd always found him handsome, even when she had been young, but something felt so wrong about this role reversal.
âI am rather pleased with my chosen acquaintance.â Hermione fidgeted with the unfinished edge of a scroll of parchment, distracting herself from the man currently awakening feelings in her that were highly inappropriate. Â
âYou shouldnât be here.â Hermione murmured, unsure if the information was for herself or for her visitor. Of course he would choose today of all days to show up, to remind her of who she wasnât allowed to have. Â
âI had to stop by. If only to give you this.â From behind him, he pulled out a small book. It was maroon leather bound with decorative gold. The inscription on the cover had the Latin word for time in what she instantly recognized as Snapeâs scrawl.  âHappy Valentineâs Day Professor.â
âWhy...why give me this? Why time?â She suspected she knew the answer to that question. He was smart, and observant. Inherently suspicious of strangers. She knew he would figure it out eventually.
âI think you know.â The space between them wavered as he approached, resting his lips hesitantly against hers. She resisted herself for a moment before deepening the kiss.
âWe canât. Not now at least. Iâm your professor!â She pushed him away, clutching the book heâd given her to her chest.
âThatâs alright Professor. Graduation is so close. You canât hide from me in this office forever. Just...when this school year is over, give me a chance. You told me that I couldnât move on from Lily until I learned to love myself. Here I am, loving myself and desperately in love with you.â Hermione was breathing heavily now, their faces only inches apart.
He bowed to her, reminding her briefly of a victorian gentleman before stepping out.  âSeverus...â She called after him, watching him look over his shoulder at her.  âHappy Valentineâs Day.â
