Hey everyone, this is a new pairing for me, but one I quite enjoy if it is written right. I have read some cute and quite sweet fanfics for this couple. Please review, constructive criticism is ok, but please don't review just to bash the pairing. If you don't like the pairing, then don't read, it's as simple as that. Hope you guys enjoy! :)

"The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly, because I am not its true master. The Elder Wand belongs to the Wizard who killed its last possessor. You killed Dumbledore. Therefore, while you breath, the Elder Wand cannot truly belong to me. You've been a good and faithful servant, Severus…but only I can live forever," Voldemort said coldly, gripping the Elder Wand tightly.

Snape gulped, his voice betraying his fear, "My lord…"

"Nagini…kill!"

Hermione shot up in bed, her heart pounding as she recalled the night her Potions professor had died. Slipping from under the covers, Hermione padded to the kitchen and put water on for tea. As the water was heating, she thought about the dream she had just had. It had been five years today since the war had ended and Voldemort had been defeated. Five years since Professor Snape had died. As she thought back on his death, five years since Hermione and her friends had watched a man bleed to death and had not done a thing to try to save him. If she could go back in time, she would try harder. She would try to do something to save him. After all the things he had done for them, he deserved it. Hermione paused, thinking over what she had just thought. It wasn't such a bad idea, after all she had traveled back in time before...who says she couldn't do it again? She would need a time turner though, which would be tricky, seeing as most of them had been smashed in the battle of the Department of Mysteries. Hermione was deep in thought as the kettle went off and she distractedly made tea.

The morning dawned brightly, though Hermione didn't see any of it, her being in the dungeons and all. As she dressed for the day her hands shook. It was her first official day as the Potions teacher. She knew that she was excellent at Potions, what with being a Potions Mistress. But she had never taught students, and it was wreaking havoc on her nerves. Smoothing out her robes, she opened the door connecting her rooms and the classroom and stepped out. Looking out over the first year students, she noted that some of them looked as terrified as she felt. Her throat convulsed and she couldn't come up with anything to say. Then her thoughts flitted back to her first Potions class and her professor.

Swallowing, she began, "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making, I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of potions that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses ... I can teach you how to brew fame, bottle glory, even stop death, that is if you pay attention."

So she had changed the speech a little, after all she wasn't insulting like Snape had been. But nonetheless it had the same effect, the students sat at their desks in awe of their teacher.

"Now if you'll open your books to page one, we'll begin," Hermione said, and the room was filled with the sound of flipping pages.

Hermione sighed, as the last student filed out of the classroom, after a long first day of teaching first years and fourth and fifth years she was mentally and physically drained. Now she knew why Snape had always looked exhausted. At the thought of Snape, Hermione remembered her plan from the night before. Time turners weren't easy to get ahold of, but she knew someone who could find a reliable one...for the right price of course. Putting her lessons away and tidying up the classroom, she slipped into her rooms and prepared to leave. She passed students as they hustled into the Great Hall for dinner. After she had walked far enough outside of the castle's protection, she apparated.

"Oomph!" Hermione exhaled, as she landed in Diagon Alley, proceeding to trip. Picking herself up, she brushed off and headed towards Knockturn Alley. As she was entering the alley, she heard a commotion and a small man went running past.

"Mundungus Fletcher! You get you're bloody arse back here, we had a deal!" An angry man yelled after the fleeing man.

Smirking in triumph, Hermione wheeled around and pursued Mudungus discreetly.

Finally Mundungus slowed, and checked behind him. Apparently satisfied that no one was following him, he entered a pub called "The Screeching Witch". Hermione entered just as he was settling down with a firewhiskey. Stepping behind him, she almost gagged at the unwashed smell of him.

"I need to talk to you, so if you don't want be hexed to oblivion, I'd advise you to come with me quietly," Hermione whispered threateningly, glad her voice didn't betray her nervousness.

Mundungus swallowed quickly before sliding off the bar stool and walking towards the back. When they were out of earshot, he asked crankily, "What do you want?"

"I need a time turner...and I know you can get me one."

"What makes you think that?" Mundungus asked, looking around anxiously.

"Because money is no object..." Hermione let her voice trail off.

Mundungus beady little eyes lit up with greed, "How much?"

"40 galleons..." Hermione said, her wand trained on him.

"You're killing me..." Mundungus groaned.

Hermione shoved her wand into his side, "Take it or leave it...but remember I have friends in the Ministry if you catch my drift."

"Fine, fine, I'll do it. Don't get your knickers in a twist..." he grumbled, trying to leave.

Before he could leave Hermione pulled him back, "Not a word about this to anyone got it? And you get your money after you've delivered a reliable time turner, and believe me I'll check. Send me an owl when you've got one and we'll meet back here again."

"Fine, now leave me be, witch..." And with that rushed out of the bar and disappeared.

After her meeting with Mundungus Fletcher, Hermione flooed over to 12 Grimmauld Place, stepping out of the fireplace, she called out, "Hello?"

"Hermione," Ginny screamed, dropping the dishrag and embracing her friend.

"I see I've been missed," Hermione chuckled, returning the embrace.

"So why'd you pop in for a visit, and I know you have a reason. Since I've been trying to get you to visit for the past three months," Ginny said indignantly.

Hermione flushed, looking sheepish, "Sorry about that, I've been so busy and I..."

"You know I'm teasing, no need to explain, I know you've been busy."

"All right, if you're sure. And I'm here to ask Harry something, if it's no trouble," Hermione said.

"He's upstairs," Ginny said, before turning back to her work.

Walking up the stairs, Hermione followed a quiet banging noise, "Harry?"

The banging stopped and a black haired man poked his head out on of the doors, "Hermione? What are you doing here?"

"Gosh, is that any way to greet your best friend?" Hermione teased.

Dusting himself off, Harry hugged Hermione, "So how has Hogwarts been treating you?"

"Pretty well, today was my first day teaching Potions. I'm exhausted after one day, how did Snape do this every day?" Hermione said. When Harry's eyes narrowed a bit at the mention of their old Potions teacher, Hermione realized her mistake, "Sorry Harry..."

"It's ok Hermione, it's just hard, I disliked him for how he treated us all those years, and I still have trouble getting used him protecting us..." Harry explained.

"Anyway," Hermione said, changing the subject, it was making her uncomfortable with her plan, "I came over to ask a favor."

"I'm not helping you avoid another date," Harry said, referring to the many blind dates she always tried to escape from.

Hermione laughed, "No no, it's not that, thank goodness. I think Mrs. Weasley has finally realized that just because Ron and I didn't stay together, does not mean I need someone else. Actually, I was wondering if I could borrow your Invisibility cloak."

"Why," Harry asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.

"What's with the question, it sounds like you think I'm going to do something illegal."

"No, but you have a habit of messing things up with your best intentions," Harry replied.

"For your information, I need it to collect Potions ingredients in the Forbidden Forest," Hermione lied easily, mentally promising to make it up to Harry later.

"Ok, but make sure you stay out of trouble, the forest is still dangerous," Harry said, walking into his room and coming out with his Invisibility cloak, "Here you go."

Taking the cloak, and giving him another hug, "Thanks Harry, I'll have it back by the end of the week."

Walking back downstairs, she bid Ginny farewell and left.

She made it back to the castle just as supper was starting. Sighing, she walked to the dungeons, too exhausted to be around people right now. Once in her room, she kicked off her shoes and curled up in a chair, determined to relax. Is this really the right thing to do, she thought, remembering Harry's comment from earlier, or was she just asking for trouble. Dropping her head on her hands, she stared at the wall, her brow furrowed until her eyes started to get heavy.

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