The loud ringing of a doorbell broke Severus from his harmonious state, thundering across his flat like the roar of a dragon. A near growl escaped the base of his voice, alarming even his own mind at how low he'd reached. The disturbance was no less than annoying, but that early in the morning?! Then again... he was already up.

A quick glance at the dress robes that had plagued the chair he was in made Severus' snarl enhance. He ignored the now ruffled package of robes and took to the stairs in his flat, coming to the door with a severe look of complacency.

Another knock came before Severus rolled his eyes and tugged the door open.

Two faces, both familiar and dare he mention friendly. They were closely scrunched into his doorway, leaning closer to one another than Severus was comfortable with.

"How long have you been up? Honestly, last night gave me the ruddiest headache... but no time to worry about that. Harry, go find his dress robes! We have a wedding!" Draco said nearly all at once, hurriedly pushing through Severus who stood flabbergasted.

What wedding? As far as he knew, there were no bondings happening that day, especially none he was invited to.

"Whose wedding? And what prophecy has the two of you imbeciles cordial?" Severus hissed as bags that seemed to materialize from nowhere dumped onto one of his pristine counters.

All movement ceased when Draco heard him, however. His questioning grey eyes stared far into the depths of the potions master's own black orbs, incredulity prominent for the younger.

"Severus... we didn't drink that much. Hell, you started off with butter-beer of all things," Draco couldn't seem to resist the tease that only made Severus question his intent more.

He hadn't been out with Draco last night. Nor any night popped into his mind where Severus accompanied the bloke to a place where drinks were served and merriment was to be had.

"Even I drank, and we all know I don't do that," Potter admitted suddenly, looking at Draco with a smirk.

The blond felt the need to reply with his own, however, "Mhm, but it made you dreadfully flirtatious, and I like that side of you."

Being that they were behind one of his counters, he didn't see Draco thread a finger through one of Potter's belt loops and pull him close, but he did see the end result. His own God-son bloody well slammed his lips onto wonder boy's. Severus could have thrown up if he wasn't more concerned with the fact that apparently his memory was failing him.

"Potter, step away from Mr. Malfoy," Severus sneered with an urgency that caused Draco to peer past his snogging-partner and look worriedly.

"Are you alright? You've been looking forward to this practically since you asked her to marry you, and now suddenly you can't remember your own stag-do?"

If he'd wanted to faint before, now would have been a good a time as ever. He was the poor bloke getting bonded? What in the sodding hell made him agree to such a thing? Or ask for that matter? He didn't quite remember allowing himself to be a part of a union, but he didn't think Draco and Harry would come parading in here for a jest. Surely they weren't that cruel. Besides, Severus knew that those two would never get along like that if that had truly been the last he remembered.

"What year is it?" He questioned impatiently.

Draco seemed to catch on as Harry held fast to his waist, but the blond pushed past his partner and saw the unrest in Snape's eyes. The black betrayed him a lot, Severus noticed, especially when those around him peered deeply into his eyes and searched for a want. It hadn't been until after the war, though, when he'd allowed himself to stop hardening his emotions, to stop all such annoying nuances that he'd had to keep up in order to play spy. Once he'd let the walls fall... really fall and crumble to the ground, he'd been an open book if one looked into his face even remotely. It had been three years since the war, and if he got a different answer than two-thousand-and-one, Severus would be highly concerned.

"Two-thousand-and-five," Harry said in the background, watching his partner with trained eyes as Snape looked up at him.

He wanted to fall to the ground like the leaves of the Whomping Willow... all at once. Just to drop and never be picked up again, absorbed into the ground with nature and all it's fine amenities.

He was supposed to be getting bonded... married, and he had no idea as to when let alone how he forgot four years of his life.

"I don't..." Severus began to stutter out, grasping onto a dining chair, desperately clinging to the harsh wood as if his life depended on it. Not  harming himself against the floor proved hard enough. "I can't remem-ber... anything," he breathed haphazardly, "I don't even know who," he insinuated heavily.

Severus winced as both Draco and Potter rushed towards him aiding him into a chair and sighing heavily. Their only thoughts was on the bride, how disappointed she would certainly be that her fiancé was not in any circumstance to marry that day.

Harry's phone suddenly rang in his pocket, so he left to answer it, flipping the black parcel open as Draco began to question Severus.

"Have you any idea whatsoever?" The blond hoped.

"No," Severus said as his breathing hardened, "Tell me, now."

The man in front of him didn't look scared, but Severus knew that because he was an adult, he shouldn't look so. Wizards were strong men, and as a godfather, Snape was happy to see it so, yet his concern was prominent nonetheless. Draco was concerned so deeply for him, but only two questions reigned on the elder wizard's mind.

"Who, Draco?"

Guiltily did Draco look at Severus Snape who would probably recoil when he heard of such a thing. The person he was marrying, well, she was different.

"Hermione Granger."

-

"Come on, Harry, pick up!" Ginny muttered into the phone the moment she dialed the numbers and shoved it against the shell of her ear.

Hermione watched on carefully, sat at the breakfast bar that adjoined her kitchen. She was stagnate, everything around her in a sheer whirl that made even the slowest events impossibly quick. Her heart hurt... how could she forget her own wedding? Most importantly, how could she not remember who the groom was supposed to be? She nearly hated herself for not remembering, and as Ginny spoke hurriedly on the phone with who she assumed to be was Harry, Hermione tried to think... tried to remember.

Nothing came, not even a suitor to rise suspicion she may have gotten engaged!

"I guess I'll be phoning later, by Harry! Good luck!" Ginny hung the phone up and slammed it on the counter less than witch-like.

"Is the man I am supposed to be marrying okay?" Hermione wondered first and foremost.

"Always thinking of others..." Ginny sighed as if in a respectful jealousy, "No, he's forgotten too it seems, which is so odd, but Harry is already gathering a team at the ministry to investigate. I'm surprised he was able to part from his husband long enough to do so,... and they say the honeymoon doesn't last forever," Ginny snickered.

"Husband?" Hermione wondered aloud.

Her friend nodded.

"Draco."

"Draco?!" Hermione couldn't hold back the incredulous wonder. It hadn't bothered her at all Harry chose the other field to play in... but Draco Malfoy?

"Yes, Draco Malfoy... now Potter."

"Alright, I don't believe this," Hermione stuttered out, now truly thinking that someone was playing tricks on her mind. "You're tricking my brain with false memeories or something, I don't know, but this is ridiculous! I'm not marrying whoever it is I'm supposed to be marrying, and Harry certainly didn't elope with Draco!"

"They didn't elope," Ginny stated proudly, "It was a big wedding, nearly everyone was there. Except Skeeter of course, nasty tart."

Hermione had to sit down in her disbelief. As she did so, Harry the cat hopped onto her lap and nudged into her arms.

"If you want more proof, you're holding it," Ginny said quite forcefully, her ease on the situation gone. "Severus gave you little Harry there as a proposal gift."

Hermione ceased all petting that had ensued as she attempted to soothe her fiery nerves. All of her muscles tensed, and the very calm she was bringing in dissipated within a second of hearing her plighted's name. There was a harsh paling in her cheeks, Merlin, she'd felt it let alone seeing the look on Ginny's concerned visage. The blood loss in her cheeks not only alarmed the red-head however, it mortified her.

"Hermione! What happened, are you alright there?" She desperately enquired.

"I'm m-marrying Snape?"

-

"Hermione Granger? The vexatious, insufferable, overbearing, know-it-all?" Severus demanded to know immeaditely, his voice in no way kind as he spoke to Draco, and sooner or later Harry who returned to the pair. "You cannot be serious, you two. Do you know what I will do to you when I am in the right of my mind if this is not something serious? When have I ever been susceptible to forgetting anything?"

The snap did not go unnoticed by Harry who squeezed his husband's shoulder a bit letting the blond know he was to be taking this answer.

"Hermione has forgotten as well, it seems you aren't the only brilliant wizard who got harmed sometime last night."

"Harry, why don't you go get Ginny and Hermione, see if they can come here and maybe them seeing one-another will soothe everything?" Draco said hopefully, turning back to look at the scruffy man. He wasn't cleanly shaven like Draco was, and honestly, the Auror looked rough around the edges.

Snape just rolled his eyes as Harry nodded along with his god-son's plan and went from his flat.

"Maybe seeing her will get you back to normal."

"As much as I would... appreciate that, I think I am better off not knowing than attempting to marry someone as insufferable as Miss Granger."

Draco shook his head vehemently, looking to the dark wizard with a slight shade of disgust.

"You can't say that, Severus! Hermione loves you... and just last night you would hardly cease rambling about her, how marrying her was the only light in your miserbaly dark and lonely life. Your words, not mine," Draco assured as the man in front of him sneared.

"Draco... as touching as it is that you have concern for my personal affairs, I ask you stay out of them with such nonsense! I will not be marrying Granger nor will I be in her company! That is the end of it!" Snape demanded his privacy after his tirade and left Draco in a wake of confusion and utter humility.

-

Before Hermione could get answers as to who exactly it really was she was marrying, Harry popped into her flat.

"Hey, Ginny, Hermione, how are you two faring over here?" The brunet wizard hoped with far more happiness than the suffering in which he'd been subjected to at the Snape flat.

"Who am I marrying?!" Hermione demanded of him immediately.

"Well... you were supposed to be marrying Severus Snape," Harry gave her the waned answer, yet with a scornful Weasley look from Ginny he knew that that wasn't the right thing to have done.

"Do you even know what delicate means?" She hissed at him.

"No, I heard you slip too, Ginny, don't blame Harry for confirming my suspicions," the witch who's memory had been forgotten mediated between them. Her voice was soft, but hurt nonetheless as she continued on, "I can't marry him... nor do I want a thing to do with him. Please leave me for the day."

Hermione gave no real choice as she padded into her room and closed the door shut, Harry and Ginny left to deal with the consequences of a cancelled bonding... the only one the Minister of Magic was to attend that whole year.