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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20869 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She was surprised at how companionable the silence was. Snape sat in the armchair opposite, the fire burning merrily between them. The light from the windows above had long since faded, the room now bathed in bright candlelight.

They both sat reading quietly. Snape was perusing an ancient tome on dark potions that she had never heard of, let alone seen, and she was flicking through several books, the ones not currently open on her lap either tucked down carefully beside her, or stacked on the widest part of the arm of the chair.

Every now and then as she paused in thought, or swapped books she would glance up at the dour man before her. Often she would find him studying her face unabashedly, not with a smile, but with a certain softness of expression she was unused to seeing on his face. Sometimes she looked up to catch him looking away quickly, his eyes flicking back down to the book that lay open on his lap.

She wasn't sure what she was doing to warrant his attention, but it wasn't intrusive, and when their eyes met each other's, she would flash him a slight smile, wondering what it was that he was thinking. Whatever it was, she found herself strangely comfortable in his presence.

It was getting late when he closed his book gently with a soft sigh. "It's time, Miss Granger. We both have to be up early tomorrow."Sadly she closed the book in her lap, gathering the ones spread around her into a pile. "Leave them on the desk, I will see to them later."

She put them down, and turned to face him.

"What must I do?"

"Sit down, and I will help you." He pointed to the chair behind his desk, and she did as he asked. Snape then went to one of the cupboards, opening it and rooting around before emerging with an empty glass phial. He set it down on the desk next to her. "I need you to carefully recall the memories you want to save. You do not have to replay them in your head, just bring them to the front. It will take a few minutes to gather them all, so do not rush. I will do the rest. Are you ready?"

She nodded, biting her lip. "I think so."

"Look at me."

She lifted her eyes and met his dark ones, and immediately she felt him slips into her mind. Her breath caught. His presence was so familiar now, a tightly wrapped bundle of pulsing brightness pressing against her thoughts. It was… comforting.

Concentrate, she heard in her mind. As ordered, she began to pull together the memories from that day that she wanted to keep, discarding the moments that were useless or unimportant. As she worked through the ones she wanted to keep she could feel Snape tugging on them, and then there would be the strange sensation of double vision.

Viewing her memories, travelling to Tinworth, her discussions with Dumbledore and Snape, her joy at seeing Harry and Ron, and the sadness when she left them again, the rest of the day spent searching through piles of books, the cosy evening they had just shared; Snape took them all from her.

She considered for a moment, then added her dream from that morning, the way Snape had held her in his arms to comfort her afterwards, and how she'd looked up at him and kissed him. The shimmering ball that was Snape quivered, the connection between them suddenly tenuous, and she reached out with her mind to hold him steady.

As she did, she caught a glimpse of herself looking up, eyes closing and lips parted, hands framing her face. There was a burst of emotion and then she found herself flung away, back into her own thoughts. What was that?

She tried quickly to think of something else, knowing how jealously Snape guarded his privacy, especially of his own mind. She fell upon the first memory she could find that she hadn't already sorted.

She was standing on the beach at Tinworth, Harry and Ron having disappeared back behind their wards. She had returned to the spot where she knew Snape waited for her, and she held out her hand. She felt him take it and wrap her arm around his.

"Ready to go?"

She nodded, turning around to look at where the boys had vanished. "I'm ready." They apparated, her entire body squeezed and wrung out before they appeared back in his library. They both became visible at the same time as Snape dropped the invisibility charm, and she continued to hold onto him as the world spun around her.

She grinned up at him tentatively as her head cleared, but he fixed her with a grave stare.

"Miss Granger, are you aware that attacking a teacher is an expellable offense?"

Huh…? She took a moment to catch on to what he was talking about. Oh shit, he heard! Her mouth moved silently for a moment, trying to form an appropriate response, before she noticed the side of his mouth twitching. Pulling away from him, she frowned at him, crossing her arms.

"The expression on your face just now, Miss Granger, was well worth the cost of the new robes I had to buy to replace those you decided to set alight. I did wonder how long it would have taken you to realise you're not exactly in a position right now to be expelled."

She huffed at him, though not angrily, before she realised. "You…did you hear…. everything? She hoped not, it wasn't beyond reason to assume that he might be able to deduce what their task was from their conversation on the beach.

"No, I cast Muffliato as soon as I knew Potter and Weasley weren't going to hex you." Hermione let out a relieved sigh. "Now, since we are on the subject of your… misdemeanours, is there anything else you would like to confess?"

"Ummm…" She paused. There was a knowing look in his eyes. She decided to brave it. "We… stole ingredients from your stores to brew Polyjuice potion in second year," she admitted.

"And were you successful?"

That wasn't the response she had expected. "Yes, it worked perfectly."

"Then why did I have the pleasure of observing you several times in the hospital wing, looking distinctly… furry?"

She gasped. "You saw?

He smirked at her. "It just so happened that week I was… forced to make frequent visits to the infirmary. For some reason, Madame Pomfrey's supplies kept on disappearing and I, unfortunately, had to replace them daily. Sometimes twice a day."

They looked at each other, and to her surprise his face broke into what was definitely a smile. It suited him. Hermione covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. "There was nothing wrong with the potion, I just picked the wrong hair."

Snape just chuckled quietly.

"I can't believe you knew." I can't believe you have a sense of humour.

"Consider yourself lucky, Miss Granger. I found myself enjoying your…predicament too much to care enough to hunt down the three of you for stealing my ingredients. I don't think I've ever…"

Hermione felt a tug on the memory, and again she saw double vision as it was pulled away. That's it. Finished, she thought, and then she felt Snape disappear from her mind and the room came back into focus.

She watched as the long silvery strand attached to his wand were deposited in the phial. "Why do I still remember everything? I thought you were removing them," she asked, confused.

"It's better for both of us if I copy them now, and just obliterate the whole day at once, instead of searching for the odd bits that are left," he said as he stored the phial in the same cupboard as before. "It also means I don't have to deal with you not understanding exactly what we are doing."

She should have thought of that. "So… what now?"

It is best if you are in your bed when I perform the spell." He gestured to the door and she went through before him. "You must make sure you leave yourself and the room in the same condition as you did last night. I will give you a few minutes to prepare yourself." He pushed her bedroom door open and let her go in, closing it behind her.

Hermione brushed her hair quickly, leaving the hairbrush next to the bed as she always did. She then pulled off her dress, laying it carefully over the wooden chair and scrambled quickly beneath her blanket, just as Snape knocked on the door.

"I'm ready," she called, lying down and pulling the covering up to her neck. The door opened, and Snape peeked cautiously around the door, making sure she was decent before entering. He crossed the room and sat on the bed next to her.

"Is there anything else I should be aware of before I do this?"

She wracked her brains for anything important. "No, I don't think so." She paused. "Sir, do you know when I'll next have a chance to be like… this again…?"

"I can make no guarantees, Miss Granger. The Dark Lord is expected to return any day, and we will no doubt be expected to attend him. I do not dare let you have possession of your memories until after then, and even then it may not be possible immediately."

"I understand," she replied nervously.

"Are you ready?" he asked, pulling his wand and a small phial out of his robes. Hermione nodded. "Drink this. It's a sleeping potion. I'll cast the charm just before you fall asleep." He offered it to her, and she took it, sitting up slightly as she drained the bottle.

She handed it back, snuggling back down under her covers. He tucked the phial away and lifted his wand, but Hermione stopped him with a hand on his wrist. "Thank you," she said.

"For what?" he asked with one eyebrow raised.

"For looking after me," she replied with a yawn.

"I'm not sure that's what I'd call it." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I've treated you horribly, and I will continue to do so."

She looked up at him sleepily. "I forgive you," she whispered as she lifted her hand to run her fingers through his hair.

He gently took her hand and pressed it to his cheek. "I know," he replied sadly. "You always do…"

With his other hand he touched his wand to her temple. She smiled up at him reassuringly, her eyes slowly drifting shut.

"Obliviate," he murmured, and a soft white light shot out from the end of his wand. By the time the spell ended she was asleep. He tucked the hand he still held under her blanket and pulled it up around her neck. Snape gazed down at her for a few moments, stroking the untidy hair back from her face. "… and I don't deserve it," he said tenderly. He bent over and touched his lips to her forehead for a second.

Getting to his feet he left the room quickly. With a wave of his hand the room went dark, and the door clicked shut quietly behind him.
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