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Unremembered	By : ElegantMess Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 17156 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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      For the past three days Hermione had felt so alone. After coming back to their rooms, Severus had exiled himself to his lab. She had spoken with Harry and Ginny to update them about what had happened. She had floo called them right after the explosion, but with Molly unable to watch the kids they hadn't actually been able to come to Hogwarts. So once again, Hermione sat alone, in his large leather armchair, wearing her night clothes, wearing a small blue tank top and a pair of plaid flannel night pants. She was nursing a cup of tea, wishing it was a glass of Odgen's finest.

      He had spent nearly every waking moment in his lab, first repairing and cleaning up after the explosion, and next trying to recreate the explosion (with the proper protection spells up, of course). He was still every bit the sarcastic git she married, but now with the added complication that he seemed to be avoiding her. After three days and at least a dozen attempts at conversation, she was determined that he would not get away with an 'I just need to get some sleep' excuse. Tonight she would have the conversation that she had been so excited about the morning of the explosion. So she sat in his chair in front of the fire in the sitting room, and waited for him to come out of the lab.

      It was nearly one in the morning, when the wards lowered and she heard the door to his lab creak open. She got up and moved to greet him. "Oh Severus, I'm glad you've finally come in. We need to talk." She said standing in the narrow hallway, blocking his retreat to the bedroom.

      With a heavy sigh he asked, "Must we do this right now?" He leaned against the wall and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his forefinger.

      "Yes. I've tried to start this conversation over a dozen times and every time you give me some poor excuse. I know that this memory loss and everything else has been difficult, but it has been three days and we need to talk!" She said firmly, placing her hands on her hips.

      Drawing himself up to his full six foot stature, he glared down at her and spoke in a cold and harsh tone. If she had not known him so well she would have truly been intimidated by his stance. "I will not be bossed about in my own home! I am tired and I am going to bed! This can and will wait till morning!" He hissed.

      She very nearly giggled. "That doesn't scare me anymore Severus. And I will not wait, you said last night that we could talk in the morning and then you snuck out to your lab before I even woke! I am your wife and I know you quite well and I won't let you avoid this conversation any longer!!" She said on the verge of losing her temper.

      He bristled at her tone, "You know me so well then do you?" She nodded briskly. "Well then you insufferable little know-it-all, you should know that when I say I am tired that is precisely what I mean. Now Get Out Of My Way!!" He said in low and dangerous voice.

      "No! We need to talk!" She insisted.

      "MOVE!!" He growled.

      "I Will Not!!!" she shrieked.

      He reached out so quickly that she had no time to react. He picked her up, under the arms, and moved her bodily out of his way. As he tried to walk past her to the bedroom, her small hand reached out and grabbed his left forearm.

      "Severus, Stop!" She demanded. He snatched his arm back from her vice-like grip. Then he stalked towards her, backing her up, not touching her, but pinning her against the wall between his outstretched arms. Her breath caught in her throat, he had never been so aggressive before. He was dangerous and intensely sexy at the same time.

      "You say you know me so well, then you should know better than to place your hands on me in that manner. I am not a nice man. I have been and can be very cruel." He spoke his voice low and husky. He lowered his face and buried his nose in her hair. Her breaths came in shallow pants. This was this closest to him she had been since the morning after the explosion. She had transfigured and slept on the couch made into a bed the last few nights to help him be more comfortable. She had missed him. Quick as a flash, she snaked her arms around his neck, and kissed him fiercely, her body molding itself against his. He instinctively responded in kind, pressing her bodily up against the wall. She moaned at the sudden contact, and he growled and tore himself away.

      "NO!!" he snarled "I can not do this..." His voice trailed off. He stalked into the bedroom with Hermione right behind.

      "Wha... What?" She stammered, her mind still reeling from the intensity of the kiss.

      "I can not be your husband." He stated coldly, his back to her.

      "What do you mean, you can't be my husband?" she asked hesitantly as she made her way around to face him.

      "I mean exactly that, I do not know what could have brought us together..." She started to interrupt but he stopped her with an upraised hand. He began to pace furiously up and down the length of the room as he ranted.

      "I do not know and I am not yet ready to have that discussion. I am a solitary man. You have invaded my home, you have followed me everywhere, except my lab, talking and trying to make me talk about 'how I feel' about everything and I can no longer stand it!!" he snarled.

     As he paused, she reached out and put her hand gently on his arm and softly begged, "Severus, please..."

      "NO!!!" He shouted, and grabbed her upper arms in his strong grip. "In a very short span of time I have found out so many distressing things; I have lost seventeen years of memory, I have married a former student, My body has been permanently altered by a potions accident that may have been intended to kill me, and I was responsible for the death of one of the few men that ever truly trusted me!! It is more than I can bear!! I need time to process it all. Which I can not do with you following me everywhere I go, checking after my every last waking moment!!!" He shook her roughly as he finished his tirade. His breaths came in ragged pants as he looked down at her, as though seeing her in his grip for the first time.

      Her small shoulders trembled with sobs, her face was blotchy from crying, and her upper arms were bright red where he held her so tightly. Shocked by his own actions he released her so quickly that she fell to the floor in a heap. He backed away from her, and knocked into the desk behind him. Enraged with himself, he turned and sent everything on the desk flying with a great sweep of his arm. His hands splayed out on the desk, his arms holding much of his weight, his head hung in shame, he breathed in great gulps as though he had just run a long distance.

      "Severus?..." Her voice was barely audible. He turned sharply and he heard her tiny involuntary  whimper. She stood but a few steps behind him, one hand outstretched silently imploring him. "Severus... please..." again her voice was a breathe of a whisper.

      "No..." He groaned and began to turn away. Without a sound she quickly closed the distance between them. Gently she took his face in both her hands and forced him to look at her.

      "Severus," she began softly, "I love you. No matter how hard you try to push me away, I truly, deeply, love you." She said with such pure sincerity, he did not even need veritaserum to know she spoke the truth.

      "I can not..." he began to mumble as he tried to pull away.

      Gently, as though he were made of the most fragile china, she again brought him around, and looking deeply into his eyes she said, "Severus, I love you, and I understand that this has been difficult for you. I am sorry that I tried to press you into something that you were not ready for. I love you so much." He attempted to interrupt her but she gently placed a hand over his lips.

      "Before you try to warn me away from you, I know about your abusive childhood, about Lily, and about the terrible things that you did as a deatheater. Even with all that has happened to you, you have been a loving husband, an ardent lover, and my best friend. I love you and, I know that as soon as your memories come back, you'll see that you love me too. But in the meantime, I'm going to give you the time and space you need to 'process all this'."

      She stepped away for him and nonverbally summoned her wand from the bed side table. With a swish of her wrist she brought out a rucksack from the closet. He watched in mute silence as she packed items from her dresser and summoned other items from the bathroom, packing those as well. She then accio'd a sweater from the bedroom closet, and pulling the sweater over her tank top, she walked into the sitting room. Quietly, he followed her. She slid on her trainers and grabbed her cloak from the sitting room closet. She walked over to the floo and reached into the pot of floo powder and hesitated. She turned and walked back over to him.

      "Severus Snape..." She said haltingly, unshed tears in her eyes, "I have known you for sixteen years and have loved you for last eight of those years. I have loved you since the All Hallows Eve staff party in 1999. While you sort all this out I've left a box of memory vials for you. You should look at them in Albus' pensieve or you could talk to Minerva, or Poppy, or even Albus' portrait. When you've 'processed all this', come and find me, I'll wait for you... because I love you." She turned quickly to leave before she dissolved into tears.

      "Hermione... wait..." he whispered his voice low and choked with emotion. She stood still as he spoke. "Where will you go?" he asked so softly she might have imagined that he spoke at all.

      Silent tears coursing down her checks, her voice thick, she spoke without turning. "I'll be at Harry's. Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London. I love you Severus, goodbye." She stepped into the floo and spoke clearly. "Harry Potter's house." Then, in a flash of green, she was gone. And in all his years Severus Snape had never felt so ...alone.
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