As Severus looked at the young woman outside of his door, she took a heavy breath in and walked right past him into his flat as if he weren't already fit to be tied. Figuring that his former student must at least have something important to say, Severus shut the door and looked at the very stiff form of Parkinson.

"What is it you have barged into my dark state of being for?"

Sitting across from her, he saw the conflict flitter about her face as she went to speak.

"I have been tasked by your god-awful god-son to tell you a few things."

Leaning back imposingly, Severus raised a single eyebrow indicating she was to continue.

"Draco called me after getting back from Granger's house, and it turns out she has retrieved her memory with the help of a few aurors who figured out who erased it in the first place."

"Of course, one cannot retrieve their memories unless the spell is casted by the person who did it," Severus added, attempting to contain his joy at the fact Hermione had retained her prior four years. There was a but coming, and Merlin he could feel that it wasn't a good addition. "But what else is there, Miss Parkinson, there seems to be a heavier truth you must teach me."

"It was Granger," she whispered, probably hoping that he wouldn't hear. However, Severus may be getting a bit older in age, yet his hearing was as pristine as it always had been.

"You mean to tell me that my Hermione erased her own memories?" He asked, feeling a shake of fear run down his spine. It couldn't be, he didn't want to ever believe she would do that to him or her.

"Yes," Parkinson huffed out, shakily standing, "Now if you'll excuse me, I must--"

"I agree, you should be going," he interrupted in a cold tone. His manners were telling him not to hex the messenger, but his heart was screaming to terrorize the whole fot he wizarding world.

"Don't do anything crass like I am about to do," she muttered before huriedly apparating with a small flick of her wand.

And while he was sure that there was something she wasn't telling him with that statement, Severus Snape ignored it to do exactly what Parkinson had told him to do. He was just going to head to bed no matter how early in the evening it was. Sleeping was better than literally anything at that time. He felt betrayed by Hermione, and that wasn't event he worst of it. His heart was broken, and rage burned in him like each and every one of his nerves were on fire. Severus had felt so much better when he thought someone had done them an injustice both. Now... he now felt ruined, and even an apology from his witch wouldn't quite cut it in making him feel any better.

The war inside of him fought that maybe he'd done something to warrant this disgrace of a position, but he couldn't think of anything that he'd done. In complete agony, Severus went to bed in hopes of a sound sleep.

-

Luckily enough, Ron was awake when there was a rather violent knock on his door that aroused him from the couch. Draco had told him he was free to go, now he certainly wasn't getting arrested. That, however, did not mean he could neglect whoever was at the door.

"Coming!" He shouted and flicked his wand a few times to send things back to their original place. With a satisfied glance, Ron went to answer the door.

He certainly wasn't expecting Pansy to be standing on the other side of it.

"Hello, Weasley," she greeted much more cheerfully than she'd been last night with him.

"You can't be here," was his dumb reply.

It earned him a confused look, for sure, but the witch seemed to ignore his pale face and entered into his home anyways.

"Why not?"

"The ferret is going to bloody well kill me if he finds out you're here."

Parkinson looked at him oddly, furrowing her perfectly trimmed brows with an almost irresistable pout.

"What he doesn't know won't kill him."

"Parkinson," Ron stuttered worriedly, pacing back as she stepped forward in the most sensual way he could imagine, "Pansy, he was serious. He doesn't want me messing with you. And that's just what I do. I can't do anything right. I'll ruin you... I'll ruin us."

She eased a bit, both of them stopping when Ron was leaned against the back of a door.

"Draco doesn't control me, Weasley. If I want to take the chance to be ruined by you then I am going to do it! I doubt you could ruin me anyways," she added with a smile, the first genuine one he'd seen from her since the start of last night's dinner.

"What if Draco murders me, then what? There is no way Harry would let him go to jail let alone get a trial," he jested, letting her take his hands, moving them to her pale and soft cheeks. Her white complexion and black hair were in such a contrast that he felt odd having his tan and imperfect working hands upon her skin. Though, he felt different when touching her, being so close that her body pressed into his own.

"I won't let him. I was mad yesterday--"

"Obviously," He interrupted. "What changed?"

"Severus looked miserable, and while I still hate you for doing it... I think that you could make me happy. If neither of us have to be miserbale, then why should we be? They'll sort themselves out. Snape can stop avoiding her, and she'll stop being an overbering know-it-all then we shall all live happily ever after."

And without letting Ron make another peep, Pansy pressed her lips to his. There wasn't much movement at first, the shock and electricity between them needed to be taken in, then they moved against one-another fervently.

While one couple was spending the night apart by some twisted choice, another was forming with a good luck on the future. And another was simply enjoying what they already had.

-

Harry sat on the sofa in his sitting room contemplatively. A glass was precariously resting in his hand that was limp on his thigh. His green eyes were focused on the wall across from him that held nothing but a large decoration that had adorned the Potter household since their wedding. Draco was watching him, but his mind was elsewhere as well. Neither seemed to want to speak, and no movement plagued them either. Harry eventually sighed and closed his eyes, breaking their pensive silence.

"Are you okay?" The blond asked.

Releasing another bout of air, Harry replied to his husband, "Yeah, I'm great."

Draco actually laughed and stood from his chair, settling in next to Harry with his head resting on the raven-haired wizard's thigh.

"You look awful, you prat."

"Thank you, Draco."

The blond wizard hadn't been expecting the response to be so utterly real, yet Harry almost laughed at the confused look on Draco's face.

"I said thank you because you kept me from shunning Hermione. It would have been stupid and foul. You knew that I would regret anything I could have said to her. So... thank you, love."

Draco smiled and sat up, kissing Harry plainly.

"I went to Weasley's before I got Ginny."

"Why are you just telling me this at seven at night?" Harry inquired.

"I told him that he needed to keep his hands off of my Pansy," Draco answered back proudly, "So make sure you keep your pet on a leash."

Harry didn't have the heart to fight with Draco about his animosity with the Weasley's just then, so he rolled his eyes and leaned into another kiss.

"Pansy has a mind of her own, and if she's decided on Ron you know there is nothing that could stop her, right?" Harry said with a grin.

"Please, just let me think I did something productive today other than convincing my husband out of exiling his best-friend."

Harry chuckled at Draco looking into his grey eyes with a deep affection that he cherished no matter how the day had started or ended. Even if everything was wrong, Draco would always be right.

"Thanks, for that then," Harry whispered huskily, pushing him into the couch with a seductive grin taking over his features.

"We have been unusually touchy this week," Draco noticed, pulling Harry down on top of him, slipping his hands into the back pocket of his partner's jeans.

"Mhm, are you complaining Mr Potter?"

"Not at all," Draco replied in a hum while Harry travelled down his pale neck.

"Good," Harry replied, and they, too were mostly content with how the night ended.

A/N

It's short, sure, but it's an added update...

And I hope you see that I'm adding in these other characters' happy times because I wanted to show that everyone around Severus and Hermione is the happy they should be right now, but aren't.

See you next Saturday!