Past Meets Present

Past Meets Present

Chapter One - Swim Fan

Hermione was bored. She had been in overdrive, using the Time-turner excessively for the past couple of years, deciding upon a heavier schedule than even she had originally planed. Because of this she was now eighteen, very mature, extremely knowledgeable, and around one year, two weeks, three days, and thirty-six minutes older than she should have been. Not like she was keeping track or anything.She had always been the smart one in her classes; even in her muggle school she had been 'quicker' than her fellow students.

She sighed. In her seventeen - or was it eighteen? - years, she had seen and been through so much. The golden trio, as they had been heralded, had defeated Lord Voldemort last year, they had had many adventures and tackled so many impossible things that they would always be bonded and as much as she had complained in the past, now that they didn't have adventures together, there wasn't much to do, nor was there much in common between them.

All Harry and Ron did was talk about and play Quidditch. That was boring. But then again, it was only boring to her because she wasn't very good at flying. You couldn't really study flying, it was an art form, something that you picked up naturally, and face it, if she was meant to fly, she would have been given wings. She sighed again and flicked through her potions book. Yes, I watch the games, cheer for the Gryffindors and all but... there's no logic to it, it's all talent and intuition.

"Miss Granger?" Professor Snape spoke softly; danger bells would have normally rang to warn her if she had been paying attention, however she simply waved him away without looking up and continued to stare at her book. "Miss Granger," he growled, "Just what, may I ask, is so interesting in that book of yours, which prevents you from looking at me or paying attention to my class?" Vaguely lifting her head she began to focus on her potions teacher.

"Sorry Severus, what did you just say? I was-" she sat bolt upright and clamped a hand over her mouth. Both Snape and the rest of the class stared at her in stunned silence, Snape trying to fathom if he had imagined what she had just said, and the wondering why her saying his name was causing a stir in his loins and the class waiting with baited breath to see what the inevitable result would be for such informality with a professor, let alone their evil potions professor.

"What did you just call me?" he whispered, she knew that she was in for it. Why did I call him that? What on earth has gotten into me? Her mind cursed forcefully. Foolish, foolish child! Her mouth just hung open, gaping like a dying fish trying to take its last few breaths, whilst her mind turned over and over again, trying to think of a good excuse. Snape began to tap his foot in impatience, his eyes hardening as Hermione fidgeted trying to find a good excuse, eyes moved from one side to the other as her brain whirled.

"Forget it, 50 points from Gryffindor and detention tonight!" he boomed in his anger. Hermione hung her head in resignation. The deduction meant that they were behind Slytherin... again, 45 points down to be exact. That was going to be hard to recoup, she cursed herself again. She had to make those points back, she just had to!

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The end of the potions couldn't have come soon enough, at least after lunch she had the afternoon free, potions was the only class she had on Friday, so she didn't need to turn back time. The September sun was still hot and in her school robes she was sweltering, she decided to swim in the lake before she would eat lunch. The rest of the school was inside, gorging themselves on the seemingly unlimited supply of food before heading back to their classes, there were very few who had a Friday afternoon off. She pushed the doors to Hogwarts open and felt the sun bath her, it was a different kind of warmth to the one the school provided, inside it was hot and sticky with stale air wafting through the corridors, but out here it was a relaxing warmth that seeped through your skin to your bones.

Running to the lake, she felt her hair fly back, causing the coolness of a breeze to reach her neck, her robes billowed behind her like the cape of Bat Woman, she looked like she didn't have a care in the world as she turned her face upwards. When she reached the lake she was so hot and sweat was beading on her brow before running down her face. After removing her school robe and most of her clothing, she hastily transfigured her undergarments into a tasteful one piece. Then she kicked off her shoes and peeled off her socks before paddling into the water. It was cool and welcoming after the smouldering heat that was brought on by the sun, she wadded in deeper and deeper until the water was lapping at her waist. She felt a chill travel up her spine and she dove in, forcing her whole body to get used to the water so that she would stop shivering. When she reached the bottom, she swam under the water for a few feet, then turned and pushed her feet off the bottom of the lake bed, propelling her to the surface. She broke the water and heaved in a breath, drops trickling over her face, and body, her hair wet and slithering down her back. She loved to swim, she spent most of her free time in the holidays at the local pool, she was a very strong swimmer, could swim for miles, but today she just wanted to relax, looking around to make sure she was alone she flipped onto her back, closed her eyes, and just floated around the lake. It wasn't long before the lapping of the water against her legs got the better of her...

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Something in the lake caught his eye as he opened the door to the top of the tallest astronomy tower, he liked coming out here of a Friday afternoon when he was free of the brats that he taught. He could overlook any part of the grounds from here, and the lake was his favourite viewpoint. Normally it was still and undisturbed, except when the giant squid would poke its tentacles up every-so-often, but this disturbance was closer to the shore line. He spun the telescope around so that he could see what it was, Ripples, just ripples, probably the fish. Just as he was about to turn away, a head broke the water and a young beauty popped up. Her hair was wet and laid sexily on her back, water dripped down her face, off her nose, and onto her pert breasts. He began to feel tightness between his legs. He could feel himself growing hard, as her torso came out of the water and he saw her nipples tight and erect pushing through the thin material that was her costume. It's not a mermaid! His mind shouted. That's a student! He pulled his gaze away in disgust at himself. But the tightness wouldn't go away, and it kept reminding him of what was down there. Who was it? He was drunk with the desire to know, temptation getting the better of him he looked again through the telescope. She was on her back just leisurely floating on the smooth surface of the lake, her hands gently sculling at her side, his arousal grew. He looked down both in shock and shame. He shouldn't have this sort of reaction to a student, but still he looked again. Her hands where now on her body, her fingers lightly tracing its outline. His trousers became a prison to his erectness, they were so tight and he was so hard that he thought he might pass out. Who is she? I've never seen her before! I'm sure I would have remembered. He couldn't see her face properly, he couldn't think properly! He looked about and made sure that the door to the tower was locked and no one could see him. He peered through the telescope again and undid his trousers, it was sick, and he knew it, but he was desperate. He hadn't had an erection in nearly twenty years, not since he'd joined the forces of Lord Voldemort and his fiancée had left him, he had to make the most of it while it was there. Slowly he began to stroke himself as he watched the girl's hands move to her breasts, as she absently stroked them, trailing her fingers around her nipples in circles getting closer and closer to the tight bud.

Snape groaned as one of her hands travelled to her stomach and then traced further down, touching the top of her thigh, and stroking where the band of her costume met her flesh. She didn't seem to be conscious of the fingers that slipped leisurely underneath the material of her swimsuit and began stroking at what lay beneath, he couldn't take anymore as his hand quickened around his throbbing erection and he came, moaning deeply falling to his knees as waves of pleasure pulsated through his body. It had been twenty or so years since he'd had this release, and he felt dirty because of it. No, because of the way it was done. He fixed himself and allowed one last peak through the scope.

The girl was still stroking herself, but it looked like she was near climaxing, suddenly her knees jerked upwards and her head went under and she, too, came.

For Merlin's sake how sexy can someone be? He thought hotly. She should be outlawed.

The girls head popped back up and came into his view clearly for the first time. He staggered back in shock... Hermione Granger!

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