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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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Shortly after Draco left Potter's office, he had both his supervisor, and the Minister of Magic himself arrive unexpectedly in his office. Apparently they had come to the same conclusion that Potter had. Sternly the Minister had reminded Draco how important a symbol his Godfather had become, and how this one case could make or break Draco's career in the department. An hour later Draco sat alone in his office, plotting his best strategies, for his meeting with his Godfather. Severus had always been a morose drunk, and Draco was fairly certain his Godfather would not be pleased to see him. With a tentative plan in mind, he finished off his paperwork for the day, ate his lunch and waited for Kreacher to arrive.

Promptly at one o'clock Kreacher apparated into Draco's office at the Ministry. "Young Master Malfoy," Kreacher croaked as he gave a low bow. "Master Harry, said you are in need of Kreacher's assistance today."

"Yes, Kreacher, I need you to apparate me directly into Severus Snape's room in Hogwarts." Draco said politely.

     Kreacher paled, "The Snape, is not wanting anyone to see him now."

     Draco smirked. "That's not surprising however, it doesn't matter, you will need to take me anyway. If he does become angry I shall deal with it. I am his godson after all, and I will see him today regardless. How is my godfather this afternoon, Kreacher?"

    Kreacher faltered for a moment, unsure of how to proceed, "The Snape... is unwell... he has a terrible headache, and is in an awful mood."

       Draco chuckled, "I am well aware of my Godfather's drinking. So he has a bad hangover?" Kreacher nodded, his large bat-like ears flopping. "Has he started drinking yet today?"

      "Kreacher, just gave the Snape his first bottle of firewhiskey before he left." Draco nodded and reached into one of his side drawers and pulled out two small potion vials. Placing them into his coat pocket he stood, and walked around his desk, to stand beside Kreacher.

       "Young Master Malfoy is ready to leave then?"

       With a heavy sigh he turned to the house elf, "Please, just call me Draco. And yes I am ready." He straightened his suit coat, extended his hand to Kreacher and nodded.

       "Kreacher will take Master Draco to the Snape then." Kreacher took his hand and Draco felt the familiar sucking sensation and strong pull from behind his navel.

       When they came to a stop, they were in his Godfather's sitting room. The room was a disaster. Severus had, at some point, had a drunken fit of temper and truly trashed the room. Books were everywhere, chairs overturned, tables smashed, a broken mirror lay in pieces. There was a pool of dried blood near the mirror fragments, and at some point recently, he must have been sick to his stomach, for the room still reeked of the smell. There was a small box of what a appeared to be pensieve memories on the mantel of the fireplace. Severus sat in an undamaged chair, facing the empty fireplace, a half empty bottle firewhiskey between his feet. He was leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. He was an absolute mess. His frock coat was lying in the floor beside him. There was old dried blood on his hands and his dress shirt, that may have been white a week ago. The other stains however, Draco didn't even venture to guess what they could be. His face was obscured by the curtain of his matted greasy black hair. By appearance and smell Draco figured that he had not bathed or perhaps even changed clothes, since Hermione left.

       "Gods, did something die in here?" Draco drawled.

       Severus finally looked up and growled. With a squeak, the house elf disapparated. The pale young man, stood before him in an expensive tailored black suit. His appearance was familiar, yet not. His sharp angular face, stormy gray eyes, and shoulder length platinum blonde hair seemed out of place when contrasted against the costly yet, decidedly muggle, three- piece suit.

      "Surely, you did not come here simply to annoy me, Lucius?" Severus' voice was gravelly from being unused.

      Draco reached up and fingered the ends of his hair as he mumbled to himself, "Ginny was right, I do need a haircut." To Severus he said, "Please do not compare me to that arse hole, Godfather."

       "Draco?" Severus questioned, quite taken aback.

       "Ah, I see the firewhiskey hasn't addled your mind completely," Draco drawled, as he reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out the two small vials, took Severus' hand and placed in it both vials. "Sober-up potion and pepper-up potion. Both from my personal stores, and both brewed by you."

       Severus took both vials and examined them with a leary eye. "The color on this sober-up potion is to dark to be my brew."

       "Five years ago, you started adding coffee to the brew to increase alertness, I believe it was Granger's idea. You really have lost alot of memory, haven't you?" Severus nodded crisply. "But you recall the explosion. Odd, very odd."

       "Why are you here irritating me, Draco? Surely you have more in your life than to be bothered with me? What is it you really want?" Severus asked with an irritated sigh, as he drank down both of the vials.

      "What do I want? What do I really want?... You know your not the only one to asked that question today," Draco huffed in frustration. "Well let's see, I want my father not to have forced me into an unwanted arranged marriage. I want not to have been disinherited, because said unwanted arranged marriage failed miserably. I want the mother of my son, to be more interested in our son than in her own social life. And most of all, I want my Godfather, who has been closer to me than my own bastard father, to get up off his drunk self-pitying arse and be a man for Merlin's sake. I want you to stop hiding in your rooms, getting drunk and acting like such a coward!" Draco fumed, while watching for a reaction, out of the corner of his eye.

       Severus dropped his head into his hand and flicked at Draco with the other as though he were no more than an irksome fly. "Don't call me that boy," he hissed.

       Draco narrowed his eyes and squared his shoulders. "Hmm... You know Granger and I fought a lot in our Hogwarts days but I've really come to admire her. She's the reason neither you nor I saw the inside of a cell in Azkaban after The Dark Lord fell. She's absolutely brilliant, she's fierce in battle, and... she's got a rockin' body. Well, anyway if she's tired of an old coward" Severus growled loudly "like you, maybe I could have a go with the mudblood."

       Immediately Severus was across the room. He pinned Draco against the wall with his left forearm nearly choking him, his wand making a deep imprint in Draco's neck.

       Severus' voice was low and icy as he hissed, "You will stay away from her. You will never call her that again, or so help me, I shall make sure you never speak another word."

       Draco began to chuckle, not intimidated in the least, he became louder and louder as his eyes began to tear up. His near manic laughter caused Severus to press harder, completely cutting off the younger man's airflow. For the smallest second panic flashed in Draco's eyes. He put up his hands as a sign of surrender. As Severus lowered his arms, the mirth returned to Draco's countenance. Severus stepped back, but kept his wand aimed at Draco.

       Draco chuckled a bit as he shook his head and rubbed his throat. "Damn, Godfather, I really had hoped I wouldn't have to go that far, to rouse you out of your drunken stupor. Look, I didn't mean what I said about Granger, I mean... that word. The truth is she's the reason I haven't used that word in almost ten years. And honestly she's not my type. She's way to bossy, and after all... As a gentleman, I prefer blondes." He smirked as he straightened his lapel.

      Severus shook his head. He flicked his wand at one of the overturned chairs, and set it upright. With a second flick, he set it adjacent to his own. He then pocketed his wand, sat heavily in his chair and motioned for Draco to sit in the other. Whether the boy liked to admit it or not, he was remarkably like his father as a young man. "So, you came to 'rouse me from my drunken stupor, just to reunite me with my estranged wife. Did you do this out of the kindness of your own heart, or do you own someone a favor?" Severus asked, sarcasm dripping from every word.

       Draco sneered and crossed his arms like a petulant child.

       "Now, there is the ten year old boy I remember," Severus chuckled. "So I take it, it was the latter case."

       Draco nodded and stood. He began to pace as he spoke, "Actually, I came because the new Head Auror believed that my relationship with you might help your case to progress a bit."

      A speculative look crossed Severus' face. "How so?"

       A look of pride that could only be described as purely Malfoy in origin, swelled in Draco. "At present I am Briton's second best Legilimens. Second of course only to you, Godfather," he said with a slight bow. "The Head Auror believes that I am the only one between the Auror department and the Unspeakables, proficient enough to look at your memories of the explosion and possibly be able to get through your defenses."

       "Honestly Draco, your arrogance is incomprehensible. Do you really think, that if the Dark Lord himself, could not even detect my use of occulumens, you would even stand a chance of breaking through my defenses?" Severus questioned, his voice low and mocking.

      "No," Draco stated simply. He knew that he was being challenged and refused to rise to the bait. "The Head Auror and I both reasoned that perhaps since I am your godson, you might trust me enough to allow me to view that memory."

     "The current Head Auror is a bleeding Gryffindor, isn't he?" Severus sneered.

     "Yes, he is, and though we've had our differences in the past, on this occasion I felt his reasoning was sound." Draco sighed and once again sat down. "Look because of your memory loss, there are things at play here that you may not be aware of. Granger worked for well over a year to make sure you, and I were cleared of all charges. Because of all that came light through your trial, the Ministry has dubbed you England's second greatest hero. And second only of course to Potter himself. And while the general public and the Ministry are happy with your role of hero, there are over a dozen Death Eaters that are still alluding capture, that consider you a traitor of the highest order. Most of wizarding England however, is outraged that one of their greatest heros was attacked and that the Auror department and the Unspeakables seem unable to solve this abhorrent crime. Of course, they don't understand that that it is less that we are incapable of solving this case and more that you are being an uncooperative arse."

     "Ah, hence Auror O'Reilly's anxious attempts to contact me..." There was an odd tick in Draco's jaw when Severus mentioned her name, as though he were attempting the smother a grin. Severus raised an eyebrow.

    Draco sighed, "Have been reading the Daily Prophet?" Severus shook his head slightly. "Well, the Unspeakable Department is under heavy fire for this. Now even the Minister himself is breathing down my neck."

     "So this is all about politics and pleasing the media?" Severus sneered.

     Draco rose and began to pace again. "No, of course it's not. I only mentioned that, so you would understand some of the pressure that I and my Department are currently under to close your case." Draco sighed heavily and ran a hand roughly through his hair. "Damn the press, the public, and my department, I just want to find the son of a bitch who did this to you and crucio him into oblivion." Draco growled.

     "Oh won't Auntie Bella be so proud," Severus sneered.

     "Argh! Dammit Severus!" Draco yelled as he turned his back to Severus. Draco breathed heavily through his nose for a few moments, clenching and unclenching his fists as he struggled to regain control of his temper. This was not going according to plan. He turned sharply back to face Severus.

    "Here it is. My job may be on the line here. I need to see that memory to solve this case. Your job may be on the line as well if you can't pull your head out of your arse, because you have classes to teach in less than six weeks. You need to fix whatever you screwed up between you and Granger, because she needs to come back and teach as well. I'm not some soppy romantic or anything but she and... uh she needs you. She loves you, misses you and you've pushed her away at a very critical time." Severus' eyebrow shot up. 'Shite!' Draco realized he was entirely to close to matters that were not his to reveal. "But first and foremost Godfather... You need a shower."

    Something in Draco's tone finally cut though and caused a genuine reaction in Severus. The harsh defensive sarcasm fell away and he began to laugh, truly laugh. "Only a Malfoy would be so overly concerned about my hygiene. In light of present circumstances, it seems absolutely insignificant."

     Glad for the uncharacteristic moment, Draco laughed, "Well, I'm certain you've not looked in a mirror lately, but you look abysmal, and you smell disgusting. I need to use Legilimency and I don't want to stand close enough to you to do it. I mean you really reek."

     Struggling to regain his impassive mask, said with a barely disguised chuckle, "Alright, Draco for the sake of your delicate senses, I will go take a shower. then we will discuss my case in detail, and I shall permit you to use Legilimens on me." With a curt nod, Severus rose, picked up his frock coat from the floor,and left the sitting room to take his shower.

     Draco waited until he heard the water start and the quietly called, "Kreacher?" With a soft pop he appeared in front of Draco.

    "Master Draco, called for Kreacher?"

     "Yes, Kreacher, I need you to go and get as many of the Hogwart's house elves as you can and bring them here to deep clean Professor Snape's rooms. He's in the shower now I would like for you and the others to hurry and do this before he is finished," Draco explained.

     "Yes Master Draco." Kreacher popped away and not a minute later he returned with five other house elves.

   "Sorry Master Draco, but these are the only ones willing to brave the wrath of the Snape if we get caught," Kreacher explained as the others quickly set to work.

     "That's fine, just let me know if I'm in the way." Kreacher nodded as he and two others set to work on the sitting room. The other three went to work in the other rooms. As Draco watched, the three house elves seemed to clean in fast forward. They cleaned magically and manually. Everything, every book, table, rug, lamp, even the broken mirror, was repaired, polished and cleaned so the items appeared brand new. They had started in one corner and moved outward like a wave of cleanliness engulfing the room. As they moved closer to Draco, he attempted to move to one side to get out of the way. However, it didn't seem to matter which way he moved he was in some house elf's way. He stepped to the left and bumped into one cleaning under a chair, and then he stepped to the right and nearly crushed Kreacher's hand as he scrubbed the floor.

     With a heavy sigh Kreacher stood grabbed Draco's hand and without warning apparated him across the room to a spot that was already clean.

     Draco stumbled from the unexpected move. "Ah! Next time just tell me what you about to do!"

     "Sorry Master Draco," Kreacher croaked with a wicked grin. Draco stepped back from the malicious little house elf. No wonder Potter had sent the little shite, to stay at Hogwarts.

    Draco heard an angry shout come his Godfather's bathroom. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!?"

    He heard five pops as the other house elves abandoned Kreacher. "I'll go handle him, can you finish up the rest by yourself?"

     "Yes of course, Master Draco. Kreacher shall be finished here in five minutes, and will return to the kitchen. Will Master Draco be needing Kreacher to return him to the Ministry?"

     "No, that will be all Kreacher," Draco said as he turned and headed down the hall to Severus' bedroom. He opened the door to find a dripping wet, irate Severus, clad only in a towel slung low on his hips.

    About twenty minutes earlier, Severus shed the filthy clothes leaving them in a pile near the bathroom door to deal with later. With a groan he stepped under the hot water for the first time in almost two weeks. After she had left he had continued to work in his lab, he was quite certain that he had been working on a Shrinking Solution. However work in his lab had only distracted him for so long. His first inclination was to ignore her and all the chaos she had brought into his life. She had slept on his transfigured couch. She had said that she'd done it, to make him more comfortable. He knew and recognized her attempts at conversation in those few awkward days before she left. Her attempts were stilted and one sided. He knew from what Poppy said that he might regain some, perhaps even all of his memories in time. Though he was unsure with all that she had told him about if he truly wanted to regain all those lost years of memories. The things she had said, the way that she looked at him, it was at the time, greatly unnerving, but the more he thought about it the more he questioned everything. Her absolute certainty that if he were to regain his memories his would be in love with her, had shaken him. He was still in love with Lily... wasn't he? Lily, who had abandoned him after his terrible mistake. This young woman... this Hermione, seemed to love and cherish him even though she knew of his past. She cared for him even after his cold and callous treatment of her.

     He lathered the shampoo and rubbed it into his scalp. He stood in the near silence of the shower, the constant thrum of the water a calming white noise. Heavy steam wafted through the small room allowing him the illusion of complete solitude. He turned his face into the water and enjoyed the simple pleasure of the heat cascading down his lean frame. It rippled down his broad shoulders, down his heavily scarred back. He ran his hands though his hair pushing the suds down his neck. Satisfied the shampoo was fully rinsed, he turned to pick up his bar of soap and nearly stepped on a small house elf scrubbing his bathtub.

     "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!?" Severus roared. The house elf turned and stared in abject terror, to see Severus reaching down to grab him. Wisely the house elf apparated away before Severus caught ahold of him.

      He reached past the glass shower door for a towel and turned off the water. He wrapped the towel around his hips and stormed out to find and confront Draco. He got no further than his bedroom door before godson came into his room. "Would you care to explain to me why I nearly stepped on a house elf ... in my shower?" Severus silenced Draco's attempted answer with an angry glare. "Do you realize how beyond angry Hermione would be if she were to find out that there was a house elf in here cleaning our quarters?" Severus raged.

    Draco's only response was a very un-Malfoy like dumbfounded expression.
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