Lost Memories

Chapter 5






Chapter
5

 

A/N: Thank you for the wonderful reviews. I know that a lot of you are furious with
Ron, but he will get h *wi *winks* A big thank you to my beta, MetaMuse. I keep forgetting to thank her! (Sorry
&n
 

Also,
for my disclaimer I keep forgetting!
This applies for chapter 1 through the end. I don’t own nor did I create any of these characters. They belong to the talented J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money from this story
either. But, I am still willing to
adopt Severus Snape.

 

Hugs,

Corazon

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

Hermione
woke up and felt so rested, so normal that she knew she belonged here. She turned over to greet Severus, but he was
gone. At first her heart stopped, but
she heard the water in the shower and breathed a sigh of relief. Putting on her robe, she made her way to the
bookshelf to look at his library. She
had a desire to read every book here and she knew he would encourage her to do
so. Pulling one off the shelf, she sat
down and began to read.

 

“Good
morning Hermione,” he said. He had
silently walked up behind her and leaned down to see what she was reading. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath,
smelling him.

 

“Good
morning Severus. How did you
sleep?”

 

“How
did I sleep?” he repeated, “I should be asking you that?”

 

“I
slept like a baby,” she smiled. “But I
do need to take a shower. Is it
okay?”

 

He
knelt down in front of her and looked into her eyes. “Hermione, anything that I have is yours. You never need to ask.” She bit her bottom lip and nodded,
understanding what he said. They stood
up together and he watched her go into the bathroom.

 

She
had been in the shower a while when Severus heard a knock at the door. He took his wand and flicked it so he was
fully dressed in his black robes.
Opening the door, asn’asn’t surprised to see Mister Weasley standing
there.

 

“Where
is she?” he demanded, barging past him.

 

Before
he could answer, Hermione came out of the bathroom, wearing a bathroom. Her hair was wet and she was holding several
strands in one hand. “Severus, was my
hair always this frizzy?”

 

“Hermione,
we have company,” he said dryly. She
looked up and saw Ron coming toward her.

 

“Sweetheart! Here you are. I have been so worried about you!” he said, trying to take her
hand. She pulled back from his grasp. He looked around and saw her winter robes
hanging. “I’ll get your robes so we can
go home.”

 

“Ron,
I’m not going any where with you,” she said, not really believing he was still
trying to take her. “After the lies you
told me and the horrible memories you conveniently showed me in the Pensieve, I
want nothing to do with you.”

 

“Hermione,
I was just showing you the truth,” he said.

 

“You
showed me only part of the truth. Ginny
and Severus showed me the whole truth,” she snapped at him. She moved closer to Severus who welcomed her
by placing an arm around her.

 

“Hermione,
what are you doing? He had used magic
on you to make you want to be here.
Please come back with me,” he pleaded.

 

“Why? So we can go and practice Quidditch?” Ron’s ears turned red, realizing she knew
the whole truth. “I hate
Quidditch! And what about me wanting to
read all of the time?”

 

Again,
his ears went red, but he ignored her question. “Let’s just get home and we can talk.”

 

“Ron,
I am home. I am where I belong,” she said
in a softer, but firm voice. “Please
leave.” Ron glared at Severus.

 

“You
heard her Mister Weasley, leave before I throw you out,” he sai a d a dangerous
voice. Ron’s hand flinch for his wand,
but Severus already had his drawn. “You
will not win,” he growled. Ron knew he
was right. Putting his wand away, he
left in defeat.

 

They
both watched the door close and she turned to him. “Thank you,” she said.

 

“For
what?” he asked, not sure what she meant.

 

“For
letting me call this my home and for letting me say I belong here.”

 

“Is
that how you really feel?”

 

“Yes,”
she smiled.

 

“Hermione,
this is your home and this is where you belong. You can stay here as long as you desire.”

 

“T
yo
you,” she said again, giving him a hug.
His arms instinctively wrapped around her body and held her close. ‘Gods she feels good,’ he thought, not
wanting to let go.

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

Ron
appeared at the burrow where Harry and Ginny were both waiting for him.

 

“Ron,
are you okay?” asked Harry. He just
glared at the two while kicking at a pile of snow.

 

“She
knows the truth and she still chose that greasy git over me!” he snapped at
them.

 

“Ron,
she knew the truth, even before the accident and she still chose him then. Why did you think she would choose you now?”
asked Ginny. Ron sat down on a tree
stump and buried his head in his arms.
“Ron, you are an amazing man, but you need to stop controlling other
people’s lives. If Hermione loves
Snape, then you need to let it be.”

 

“No! She can’t love Snape!” he yelled.

 

“Yes
she does,” said Harry. “I have known
that all along, yet I went along with your plan. Of anyone here, I should know
better than to try and control someone’s life.
Ron, do you love her?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Do
you really love her? Do you love the
way she can get lost in a book for days?
Do you love that she cannot stand Quidditch except to watch a match
every now and then? Do you love that
she wants to study when she is not reading?
Do you really love the real Hermione?” asked Harry.

 

Ron
sat up and looked at Harry. It was
clear he was thinking about what he just heard, but he wasn’t ready to admit to
it.

 

“You
are trying to make Hermione into the woman of your dreams, but you know what
Ron?” said Ginny, “The woman of your dreams is waiting for you. You just need to be patient and wait for her
to come along.”

 

“Now
you sound like mom,” he said.

 

“Good,
she is a smart woman, even if she does have you as a son,” snapped Ginny. Ron grabbed a handful of snow and threw it
at her, but she was ready for him. The
three had a snowball fight and was soon joined by Fred and George. The bruised, blooded and wet by the time
Molly called them in for lunch. With a
flick of her wand and a few potions, she healed all five of them so they could
enjoy their lunch.

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

“To
answer your earlier question, yes, you have always had frizzy hair,” Severus
said, looking at Hermione who was cringing.
“But, you do use a spell that relaxes it.” He took out his wand and said the words. Her hair instantly relaxed with soft curls.

 

“Oooh,
I love it,” she said, looking in the mirror.
She turned back toward him with a serious expression. “Severus, I need to go back to the burrow
and get my things. I also want to thank
Molly and Arthur for their hospitality.”
He scowled at what she said.
“Will you come with me?” He
looked at her, surprised, but pleased at her request.

 

“No, I don’t
think it would be a good idea,” he answered, “I think Mister Weasley has seen
enough of me.” He knew she was firm
about the decision she made, but it still worried him that Ron would change her
mind. He had to let her go alone so
they could both be sure about her decision.


 

She
put on her robes and Apparated to the burrow.
Harry and Ron were outside, practicing Quidditch. She took a deep breath and walked over to
them. It was clear from the Pensieves
that their friendship was worth saving.

 

“Harry,
Ron, can I have a word with both of you?”
They flew down to her and dismounted their brooms.

 

“Hi
Hermione,” said Harry, looking at the ground.
“I know I have lost the right to be your friend, but you have to know I
am truly sorry for what I did. I should
have never interfered with your life the way I did.”

 

“You’re
right Harry. You had no business
allowing me to see such horrible things about my fiancé, especially when it
wasn’t the whole truth.”

&;
;

“I
am sorry Hermione.”

 

“I
know Harry, but you will need to give me some time. I am trying to piece me life back together and I just need
time. Will you allow me that?”

 

“As
much as you need,” he smiled.

 

She
turned to Ron. “How are you Ron?”

 

“Fine,”
he said, not looking at her.

 

“Good. I’m here to get my things and then I am
going back to Hogwarts.” She went
inside the burrow.

 

“Hermione
dear!” cried Molly. “I am so happy to
see you. Ginny had told me everything! I must apologize for Harry and Ron. They feel they need to be your protectors
when in fact they are the ones who need protectors.” They both smiled. “I
assume you are here for your things.”

 

“Yes,
I am, but first, Molly, ed ted to tell you how appreciative I am that you
welcomed me into your home. Your
hospitality is so similar to my own parents that I felt like family. I just need to be with - ”

 

“Your
true love dear. I understand.” Molly gave her a big hug and then helped her
pack her things. Arthur showed up just
as she was leaving. She gave him a big
hug and thanked him also.

 

When
she returned to the dungeons, Severus took Hermione’s things and put them away
for her. He walked back into the room
and found her looking into the Pensieve he had shown her yesterday. He had purposely pulled her out of the
Pensieve because he did not think she was ready for all of their memories
together. These memories were of them
making love.

 

He
sat next to her on the couch and waited for her to finish their memories.

 

She first saw herself on the terrace of their tower,
sitting on a bed of enchanted white rose petals. She was wearing white silky gown and her hair was pulled up. Severus, who was wearing a black, silk robe
and black, silk boxers, walked up behind her.

 

“Only a few things in this world are pure. Gold.”
He handed her a gold ring. “And you.”
She turned to face him. He knelt
down on one knee and gently took her hand and placed the ring on her left ring
finger. “Hermione, will you do me the
honor of becoming my wife.”

 

With a tear in her eye, she whispered, “Yes.” Holding her hand, he kissed her with all the
passion and love his heart contained.
Pulling back, he looked in her and eyes and she into his.

 

“I love you Severus.
I love you more than you could ever imagine.”

 

“Hermione, you are my life. I have never even imagined being in love because that meant
having to trust another and I do not trust anyone, except you. I have given you my heart and I will give
you my soul. I will give you anything
you want. I love you more than life
itself. Please, please don’t ever leave
me.”

 

“Severus, I will always be here. I promise.”
She reached up and kissed him deeply.

 

“I want to make love to you. I know I told you I would wait until you are ready and if you
aren’t ready yet, I will understand.”

 

“Severus,” she softly spoke, “Please make love to me.”

 

His hands gently went around her waist, pulling her
toward him, kissing her. His hands
moved up and slid off the straps to her gown, allowing it to fall to her
ankles. She stepped out of it and
blushed as she looked back at him.

 

“You’re beautiful Hermione.”

 

She continued to watch herself and Severus make
love. He showed so much patience when
exploring her body, making her moan and feel the pleasures she couldn’t
remember. He was so considerate that
when it was time to enter her, he placed a spell on her so as not to feel the
pain since it was her first time. She
watched herself and him become one.

 

In the next memory, she was taking a shower and he
slipped in behind her. He was washing
her back and she couldn’t help but notice the naughty grin on his face. Letting the soap slide out of his hands, be
began to wash her bare handed. His
hands purposely slid over her breasts, playing with her nipples.

 

“Severus, we will both be late for class,” she said
hoarsely.

 

“No we won’t,” he said.
“I reset your clock last night.
We have an hour.”

 

“Then what are you waiting for lover,” she grinned at
him. He lifted her up against the shower
wall, kissing her hungrily while one hand was between her legs, making her beg
for more.

 

She watched herself being pleasure over and over by him
before he entered her. He continued to
pleasure her, making her come again and again until finally he came.

 

There were more memories of them making love, him
pleasuring her and her pleasuring him.
She could feel the love between herself and him.

 

After
several hours, she sat up. Her face was
flushed and she was biting her bottom lip.

 

“Is
everything okay?” he asked, amused at her expression.

 

She
realized for the first time he was sitting next to her and blushed
profusely. “Oh,” was all she could
manage, looking away from him.

 

“Hermione,
please don’t be embarrassed.” She just
sat there on thuch,uch, fiddling with her hair. “Are you sorry you looked?”

 

“No,”
she said quickly, “I just never imagined you and I - um -
being so,” she couldn’t find the words.
“Wow,” was all she could say.

 

He
began to laugh. “Yes, there was a lot
of ‘wow’ between us.”

 

There
was a knock at the door. “I need go
straighten up,” she said, leaving the room.
He nodded and went to answer the door.

 

Standing
there was Draco Malfoy. Severus stood
back, allowing him to enter. “What do
you want Draco?”

 

“I
heard that Ron Weasley and Hermione are engaged to be married. I was curious on you take of this,” he
snee He Hermione came out of the
bedroom and stopped. She heard a voice
that sounded familiar. Looking by the
door, she saw the blonde haired man.

 

“Draco,
my personal life is none of your business.
Leave.”

 

“Okay,
I’m going. I just wanted to say I am
pleased that you will not be marrying that mudblood.”

 

Severus
grabbed him by his ponytail and slammed him against the wall. In a lethal voice, he said, “If you ever
refer to her as a mudblood again, I will kill you.” He let go and Draco caught himself before falling to the
floor.

 

“Calm
down Severus,” he said, straightening up his jacket and robes. “I have nothing against Hermione, except
when she is trying to marry one of the most powerful, pureblood wizards
around. You deserve better. It’s good that this happened. It will make it easier for you to let her
go. Besides, she is a step up for a
Weasley.”

 

Severus
calmed down. “You may be right
Draco. It was already becoming
complicated, having to explain her heritage and justify my reason to marry
her.”

 

“I
need to get going. I just wanted to
make sure you saw things the way I do.”

 

“Thank
Draco.”

 

“Anytime
I can be at service, owl me,” he said before leaving.

 

“Who
was that?” asked Hermione.

 

“The
spawn of Satan,” muttered Severus. She
realized with this comment, he had only been putting on a charade.

 

“Who?”

 

“Draco
Malfoy.”

 

“Why
did you pretend to agree with him?”

 

“You
know?”

 

“From
what I have seen, you are not about to let me go because I am Muggle born.”

 

“You
are wrong. I am not about to let you
go, period.” She smiled at his words.

 

“I
remember him,” she said. He looked at
her in surprise. “I remember him
looking at me and saying, ‘bye bye mudblood.’ ”

 

“When?”

 

“I
don’t know. I heard his voice and saw
his face. The memory came back.”

 

“Quick,
let’s make a Pensieve and see if there are any other clues.”

 

Severus
retrieved a new Pensieve and had her place her memories in it. They both entered together.

 

Everything spun and swirled around them until they landed
in her memory. They were in a classroom
at the University. There were other
students around who were busy brewing a potion, but only Draco was looking at
her. She reached for the next ingredient
when he said, ‘Bye bye mudblood.’

 

The
memory ended with the explosion.

 

“Again,” said
Severus.

 

They watched it again, this time, Severus looked at the
order of Hermione’s ingredients for the potion.

 

Sitting back on
the couch, he turned to her, “The ingredients for your memory potion were out
of order because of Draco. Why else
would he have said ‘bye bye mudblood’ prior to the explosion?”

 

“What
do we do?” she asked, not knowing if this was good news or not.

 

“I
will take care of Draco, but we need to experiment on that memory potion and
find out if, by reversing the ingredients in your memory potion, your memory
will return.”

 

Severus
took Hermione to his private lab and they began to brew the potion. First, they duplicated the explosion in a
secured area. Next, they brewed it
again, correctly and compared the properties of the two potions. The results were not promising. The properties of the potion that exploded
were so unstable that it was clearly a miracle that Hermione survived at all.

 

“I’m
sorry,” he said, “I have failed you again.”
She watched him leave the potions lab in defeat.

 

“Severus,”
she said, following him, “Severus, you haven’t failed me. How could you even say something like that?”

 

He
turned to her. “If you weren’t involved
with me, you would have your parents and your memory.”

 

“That’s
not true,” she snapped. “I am Muggle
born. Whether you were in my life or
not, I was a target for Voldemort’s rein from the day I was born. It wasn’t you who killed my parents, it was
Lucius Malfoy. It wasn’t you who caused
my memory loss, it was Draco Malfoy.”
He turned and walked away from her.

 

“SEVERUS
SERGIO SNAPE! YOU WILL NOT WALK AWAY
FROM ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU!” she yelled.

 

He
spun around so fast he almost fell.
“What did you call me?” he asked.


 

“Severus
Sergio Snape,” she said, puzzled at his question.

 

“How
do you know my middle name?”

 

“I
don’t know. I must have heard it
somewhere. Maybe from Ginny.”

 

“The
only people who know middle name are you and Albus.”

 

“What
about your family?”

 

“They’re
dead.”

 

“I’m
sorry.”

 

“Don’t
be. Hermione, don’t you realized what
has happened? You just had your second
memory.” She realized what he was
saying and smiled.