Time in a bottle

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A/N:  Alright guys, so I know it's been a while on this story, but I've started doing Friday updates and have been trying to be more regular with my stories.  I decided to really let my chapters marinate with me before I post them.  It's let me try and get more errors and give, hopefully a better quality of chapters.  Hope you guys like it!

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The giant grandfather clock pendulum bob swung back and forth, the literal embodiment of her inner struggles hanging over her head like the sword of Damocles . 

Time

Everything revolved around it, she had a limited amount left, the virtual countdown ever present in her mind for when the timeturner would be fixed and send her home.  A home she no longer really cared for, and was now in shambles...and yet...she still had precious time left, time to spend with her Cissy...Hermione could barely believe that the woman she had an eternal crush on was actually hers.  She could die in this moment and be happy, with no regrets. 

Hermione smiled deeply at her "Punishment" for her actions in the Great Hall.  Professor Flitwick had been especially upset at not being able to catch the spry teen. 

She had been given 3 months detention leading up to graduation.  It amounted to every Tuesday and Thursday night she would either be cleaning classrooms, walking the grounds with the groundskeeper, writing lines, or like she was doing now sitting in a giant room relegated to a forced study hall.  This was her favorite, as it gave her time to catch up on the studies she had been neglecting in order to spend time with her gorgeous girlfriend. 

Girlfriend...

Narcissa was hers, completely, mind and almost completely in body, they honestly had yet to take that final step.  Neither girl had that kind of experience in their young lives.  Hermione had not ad sex yet, mostly because of the war, and between fighting to stay alive and her torture she had not yet experienced that level of physical love. 

Narcissa  not yet had sex because she had been waiting, waiting for  marriage.  She was raised to be a proper pureblood witch after all.  However, her sense of duty had been wavering lately.  This sweet girl would not harm her, and she could see their future in her eyes, forever in her embrace.  She knew the girl held something back, and that too was another reason to hesitate. 

Logically Hermione  knew her time was limited. 

Time...why did everything have to revolve around time...

Eventually the time turner would be fixed and she would go back to her own timeline.  Narcissa would be obliviated and would not know of their precious moments together.  That thought alone weighed heavily on her heart. 

She would go back and see her love in the arms of another, one she knew her Cissy did not love.   The perfect  pureblood wife was treated like an object, a possession.  

Worse yet, Hermione so deeply in love would remember every touch, every kiss, every...and her Cissy wouldn't... they were from two different worlds, how could she ever fit in Narcissa's world?

Like before her life was saved by chances beyond her control, slipping through time.  The war would conceivably be over, hopefully with the madman destroyed.  Harry had his love Ron and the entire Weasley family, but in the end Hermione would be left alone, devastatingly alone...  Sure she had the boys, but they were her brothers in all but blood, nothing more with the emotional range of a teaspoon.  She always felt forgotten about, only remembered when her intelligence was needed.  No one got her, but this young beautiful witch it would seem.

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