Days passed by after that with Hermione and Severus grew even closer than before. They brewed potions and quibbled over silly things like whether something would work better this way or that. They argued over characters and books. Staying up late and talking after dinner became a habit of theirs as they discussed their friends.

Except the nights that they got into a bit more heated argument that left them both slamming doors and huffing their way through their nightly routines because sometimes a good academic debate was good for the soul. Even if academic debate for them one night was whether Shakespeare was a wizard or not.

"You can't be serious, Severus... Shakespeare was not a wizard. He'd be in at least one history book," Hermione groaned, looking at him in exasperation. She couldn't believe he actually thought such a thing. He had no proof, after all. No one to back him up in the slightest. "With a name that big, no one would have skipped over him."

Severus rolled his eyes in response. "There's plenty of evidence. For one, he wrote quite a bit of work for that time in such a short period of time that it would be odd not to think there was some sort of magical involvement," he retorted calmly, not surprised in the slightest that she didn't believe. Still, it was far too much for anyone normal person to do. He had to be magical.

Snorting loudly, Hermione shook her head. "It's called having a passion for something. People can do things like that when they really care for what they're doing, you know," she argued. "It's not unheard of. I'm rather like that with reading."

"But there is the case of there is only so fast a person can write until they fall asleep at the table or have to get up to eat. In my mind, he far surpassed such limitations unless he was using magic," Severus shot back coolly, knowing he was right. He had all the proof he needed.

Hermione folded her arms across her chest. "You have no proof! No one backs you up on this or I would have seen it before because if the greatest author of that time was a witch, it would be in the bloody books!" she snapped loudly, thoroughly annoyed. There was proof to back him up that she knew of.

"The records back then weren't kept well enough to actually have an accurate listing of witches and wizards from that day and age," Severus shot back, running a hand through his hair.

The argument had continued for at least another hour is Professor Severus Snape remember rightly, but that might just be him gaining amusement from a particularly fond memory of how his younger self had been happy to argue silly things with Miss Granger. These days, things certainly weren't as happy and amusing.

Not when he had to plan how to kidnap himself.

He could remember it a bit. He could remember the whole trip to the future, to be completely, honest. However, matching up the dates didn't seem to be working too well because his younger self hadn't chosen to keep track of the day. Probably because time travel was confusing enough. It still made his head hurt to think that all this could be going on right now and here he was sitting at his desk with a glass of fire whiskey that he was slowly sipping at while he tried to come up with a plan.

It was already late enough as Severus settled back in his leather armchair, glass in hand as he tried to come up with plan. Drinking probably wasn't the best when he was trying to think, but it was certainly better than grading papers. Besides, it wasn't too bad as long as he sipped at it carefully. He wasn't trying to get drunk, after all.

His mind was buzzing though as he thought of the memories from a time that seemed so long ago to him but was happening right now to Miss Granger. He grimaced and set the drink down carefully before picking up a small notebook as he tried to start up the inklings of a plan. He'd have to get past the protective charms that surrounded the Burrow first, of course. After that, it would be a bit more complicated.

He'd have to get through without being seen along the whole journey, and it would have to be during a time that he didn't have to teach.

Groaning quietly, he rested his head in hands and set the quill aside. There wasn't time for this... There was already enough to deal with with Draco, Dumbledore, and Voldemort all pulling him in different directions. Then there was his regular duties as a teacher and Potions Master for the school.

Besides, his younger self deserved this bit of happiness before things got really dark for him. The first war was getting ready to him him with full force, and Lily's death would follow shortly afterwards. This would be something for him to look forward to in the coming years, and he didn't want to interrupt that by kidnapping him.

Somethings had to be done, though, to avoid the wrath of Voldemort. Especially when he was supposed to be his right hand man that would be happy to join him from such a young age. Happy to introduce a happier version of himself to the man that made many of his days even worse than they had to be and killed the woman he loved first and left him to wait for the girl he had fallen in love with. It certainly wasn't an easy time.

Severus cursed and pushed himself out of the chair, grabbing the glass from where he had set it, finishing it off. He could feel the burn as he finished it off and turned to head for his room, trying not to think about what he would have to do. He could remember it happening, after all. Remember being taken away to see the man that ruined his days now.

He turned to go to his room, ready to sleep rather than continue to think about his past. Instead, he let thoughts of the wonderful times he had had with Granger forever ago. Twenty years ago. It seemed so far away, and the oddest thing of all is that he knew it was happening now. Their petty arguments and enjoyment of someone that shared his pleasure of learning. It had been a wonderful time, and he missed it many days. However, it was terrifying to think of how she would look at him when his younger self finally returned home.

Settling into bed with pleasant thoughts and the alcohol running through his system left him more relaxed than usual. It was certainly different, and Severus planned on enjoying the bit of peace in his mind while he could.

Of course, the best ideas came when he didn't even want to think about them. That was how life worked, wasn't it?

(Well, I guess I have finished another chapter. Whoops. Hope you guys are enjoying this because I am inspired for once. I appreciate all the reviews and followers!)