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Chapter 9: Where is My Mind?

Hermione looked around at the familiar walls surrounding her, yet she felt like an alien. She was overly distraught when she had suddenly departed the night before and had trouble sleeping. She promised herself over and over that she wouldn�t get upset, but the unfairness of it all made that a hard bargain to hold. It�s not his fault, she kept repeating. But right now it was her problem. And maybe one that would never be resolved.
She made her way downstairs to the family room where she and her parents had most of their fun in the past. Whether television, card games, chess or talking on the phone with relatives, this was where they spent most of their time. She curled up on the sofa, feeling more content in here than she did in her room upstairs. At least in here, it still felt a little like home. It was late afternoon now, and the darkened shadows of the sun slowly sinking were splayed along the side wall. Soon it would be dark and she would have trouble sleeping again.
Quietly picking up the remote control, she switched on the telly and began to drift off to sleep while David Frost interviewed an aging actress from an old 60�s show. She was out like a light when a dark shadow moved between her and the television.

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With the bitter taste of the vials contents fresh in his mouth, the potions master felt little different. No headache, no tingling, no nausea, but still no memories. If her theory was correct, the potion should have taken effect immediately. He inwardly cursed about the whole situation and sat down at his desk, running his fingers over the smooth wood grain and trying to keep from getting up and kicking something. His thoughts turned to the journal once again, but he would not allow himself to read any more. He put his head in his hands and sighed deeply.
He tried as hard as he could to remember her, but nothing came to him. He tried to picture what she might have looked like as a student, but aside from the school uniform he couldn�t put a face on the girl. He went over all the information he knew about her over and over in his mind until it almost hurt to think. With a resound slap his palms hit the flat surface of the desk hard and he swore under his breath.
How was he supposed to find her and get his apprentice back if he didn�t even have the first clue as to where she would be?
His hands braced the arms of the chair and he was about to stand up when his eyes fell upon a picture that had been sitting on his desk. It was a small, framed picture that had such an odd angle of the castle in the background, and he was wondering why it had been there for the last few weeks, but thought nothing of it.
But this time it was different, there was a light shadow coming into view and his breath hitched. Something was happening, he could see it, if barely�if only�
The outline was her, it had to be�it� Oh God� His eyes were wide and his heart was pounding and before he knew it, there was a smiling Hermione staring back at him in the photo, waving lightly and momentarily trying to shield her eyes from the sun, which were shining brilliantly in the strong rays. There was a light wind in her hair and she looked like an angel. He remembered nothing about the photograph, when it was taken. Or whether he himself had taken it or not. Probably not, he thought. He wasn�t one for taking shots, ever. But it was on his desk now, staring back at him. She had probably given it to him.
He looked around the study for any other signs or tokens from the girl, but he found none---or none that he could remember. He racked his brain one more time as to where she might be, and other than her family home, which he had no clue as to where it was located, he came up empty.
Making his way towards the Headmaster�s office, he wasted no time finding the nearest floo and used that instead, something he rarely did. After several refusals of lemon drops, tea and a game of backgammon, he had the information he needed, but was reluctant to tell Albus why he wanted it. Even though he knew the omnipotent old bastard knew, anyway.

Heading back to the dungeons, he scrubbed up as best as he could and changed from the clothes he had slept in the night before and set out in the chilly afternoon, the sun slowly retreating in the horizon.

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Hermione had been asleep for a little over an hour when a soft crack could be heard in the neighborhood a good distance outdoors. However, she was oblivious as she turned over and snuggled closer to the pillow she was holding, the blanket moving further up over her face.
Ten more minutes went by in total silence, save for the sounds of another talk show buzzing softly on the television. Her dreams were nothing extraordinary, and so far it was the best sleep she had managed to get in the past week. A light creak was heard from another room, the intruder making his way in without being struck down by the wards he managed to get through via a few difficult spells. He, too, was exhausted at this point.
Despite having slept through most of the afternoon, Severus had disapparated and apparated into the surrounding neighborhood several times, looking for certain street names. When he found what he was looking for, he had to re-cast a delusion spell weakened a bit by so many apparations. From there he found the address after a good search, and then slowly set about getting inside without any nasty hexes automatically discharged from the wards the girl had set firing off at him.
With a stranger�s eye of the place, he walked around a bit before shortly walking into where the girl lay sleeping on the sofa. Sitting his own tired frame down in a nearby armchair, he exhaled heavily. He didn�t want to wake her up at this point as he knew she probably hadn�t had any decent sleep for some time. Now that he was here where she was, sitting in her home, he felt guilty that he had just barged in like some thief. He could have knocked on the door, he supposed. No, he told himself, that would have also awoken her. Let her sleep.
His own eyelids were now growing heavy as he took in his surroundings once more, and before he thought the better of not allowing himself to fall asleep, he already was.
Another two hours passed by without any other sound other than the telly, with one sleeping contentedly on the sofa and the other in the cushioned chair. Another ten minutes and the slight creaking of the sofa springs could be heard, but just barely. Another five minutes passed as the groggy young woman sat up to slowly turn the television off and stretch out her arms, working out the kinks in her neck in the process.
As she stood to make her way into the kitchen, her eyes zeroed in on the sleeping man in the chair beside the bookcase, her quick gasp causing him to jerk upright, his eyes now open. He stood quickly, and for a moment, nothing was spoken. They just stood and looked at the other, surprise in her eyes and an apologetic glance from him.
�Miss Granger, I��

�Leave.�
�Please, hear me out��

�You made your decision known loud enough last night and I�m not about to stand here and listen to you go on about your reasoning behind it. I�ve had just about enough of that, now leave��

�I need to talk to you, Miss Granger, now listen��

�No!� she shouted now, walking up to him, her fists balled beside her thighs. �From day one, I have let you call the shots ever since you woke up, tip-toeing around you like you were an invalid, letting YOU set the pace of finding a solution, which you could have cared less about, anyway! You wanted me gone, so I left. There. You got your wish. I am out of your hair and your precious classroom and my filthy, annoying fingerprints aren�t contaminating your private stores. If you�ve come here to hand me a letter of recommendation or God forbid, a Potions Mistress title, I don�t want it! You can cram it up your snotty, arrogant, Slytherin arse for all I care and��
Her rant was interrupted by several snorts coming from the man opposite her, but it wasn�t until he spoke while she was in mid-sentence that she stopped altogether.
�I drank it.�
She paused, looking at him through narrowed eyes. She took a deep breath.
�You did?� She didn�t sound too sure coming from the way she voiced it, but it was there nonetheless.
�I did,� he said, smiling barely. �I uh�haven�t had any instant effects, but shortly afterwards, I did notice your picture on my desk. It even moved�I could see your photo again. The one taken last March by that fifth-year student?�

She nodded dumbly, awestruck. He was quick to move on. �I even remember how it was taken�and uh�I didn�t even remember that earlier when I first looked at it�but it seems to be working bit by bit.�
�So it worked,� she said softly. �It was supposed to be instantaneous, from what I was able to come up with�but that�s neither here nor there�� She paused, looking at him again in a new light.
�I was a bit inebriated last night,� he added. �I spent a good deal of this afternoon sleeping it off. Do you think that would have slowed down the reaction?� he asked cautiously, knowing full well that it would have.
She nodded her head slowly, �Yes�I believe that it would.�
They were now standing about like two awkward teenagers, both searching for whatever small-talk they could find until the full effects kicked back in.
He stepped a bit closer. �Little bits have come back to me�I guess while I slept, I don�t know. But I remember a little bit more now, but not entirely�� he trailed off. He quickly ran his hand through his hair and stepped closer, still. If he was going to do this, he had to do it now before he lost the nerve.
She was still gaping at him like he had three arms at this point, and was vaguely aware of him now standing up close to her, his expression odd but comforting.
�I read about you�in the past few weeks,� he started slowly. �To try and jog my ah�memory. They were vague entries at first�yours�but then I um�noticed that I was writing about you more and more. Last night, before I stopped�I realized that there was something left unsaid�that I wanted,� he cleared his throat, �to tell you. But since you probably already know, I won�t go any further��
She gave him a puzzled look at this point, but it wasn�t noticed because she was pulled into a fierce hug. She briefly left his statement alone long enough to return the hug just as tight.
�Oh�Severus, you have no idea�� she started, only to be cut off when he quickly moved his head so his mouth was just a breath away from hers, and then covering it completely. As he deepened the kiss, there was no way he could register the shock that was coursing through his apprentice at that particular moment.
No, he didn�t remember her entirely, and she was still a bit of a stranger, but he knew his feelings for her as he got to know her over the past two months couldn�t be denied, even if his former self knew everything.
She was held in a vice-like grip, aware of nothing else except the man who was now kissing her like he would die if he stopped. She had no idea his feelings were this strong�did he feel this way before or after the accident? She was confused and content and pondering and aroused and�
�Oh, Hades�you have no idea of what it what have been like for me to lose you,� he murmured, kissing her again. And again�.and again.
�Yes, I do�� she started, cut off by his tongue once more. At this point, she was resigned to let him continue.
�I love you,� he whispered. �So much, my love�so much�� Again, she couldn�t speak because he kept kissing her.
�And you knew all this time of how I felt, and had to hold back because of my memory loss��
�Um�Severus�� she started, holding up a finger to his lips as he was about to kiss her again. �You never told me.�
Uh-oh.
His grip on her loosened slightly. �I didn�t?� Maybe he should have read the rest of his journal entries after all.
�No,� she smiled shyly, but with a devilish smirk soon afterwards. �You didn�t.�

�Oh.�
He stood up a bit taller now, and started to pull away before her grip on him tightened in return. He looked down at her expectantly.
�However, I can say�� she started, watching his confusion abate slightly, �that it�s about bloody time.� With this she leaned up to kiss him again, pulling him back down to her at the same time. When they broke apart some time later, he saw a thin mist glaze over her lovely brown eyes.
�It�s good to have you back,� she whispered.

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Later that night, after a long reunion with the girl he was starting to remember more and more each minute, and after a lengthy chat with Albus, he sat on the sofa in his study. Journal in one hand and an armful of a sleeping girl in the other. He scanned through the last few pages on which there were entries right before he stopped. He noticed that he didn�t write in it since the accident, not once. However, there was more than enough room left. He would fill in the details of the past two months tomorrow, perhaps. Yes, more than enough room for future entries.
He glanced back down to a particular sentence in the entry on August 28^th.

I lost the nerve to tell her again tonight, but I know that it will happen soon enough. Things are still quiet as far as the Dark Lord is concerned, still, but we are keeping a watchful eye, as usual.

He huffed in amusement. He hadn�t told her yet. Duh. He didn�t need to read past it because even the entries afterwards were still fresh in his mind now as the antidote was rapidly taking effect. As fresh as if the past two months had never even happened.

But she knows now, you git. He smiled lightly, looking down at the object of his affections sighing in his arms. They weren�t lovers�yet. They weren�t able to say that they were an item or soul mates or any of that fluffy nonsense that still made him cringe. But it was a beginning, and if he spent the next few nights snogging her senseless without any other form of physical contact, then he would be happy for the time being.
Then again, he grinned, setting the book on the table with a thump loud enough to stir the girl beside him. She IS in the lair of Slytherin�s finest, he thought, waking her up fully with his mouth over hers.
The next morning found the two of them wrapped up in just a sheet. His memories now intact, and the two of them spent all night creating some new ones. He discovered with some nervousness that he bedded a virgin, and she discovered that he was good for more than just twenty minutes of exertion.
He realized that this girl loved being talked to during the act of lovemaking, the dirtier the better�who knew?! She learned that he moaned quite a bit when she was kissing his chest all over and below� He discovered that she whispered almost inaudibly when she came, while she learned that he growled instead.
She also learned that he would mark his territory again whether she was fully awake or not. He was soon to discover that when he did, it only aroused her more.
Now that it was morning and the sounds of the castle waking up around them came and went, he was thinking with his eyes closed. Now that he was in his right state of mind, he knew exactly how devastating it would have been to lose this girl. His apprentice�his best friend�his lover�
So he made up his mind, right then and there, to tell her how he felt always. So that neither of them would ever forget.

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