Another day had risen, and the sun was shining in the sky quite spectacularly. The clouds were evanescent from the prior evening, each one mere puffs and wisps now that would leave just the sky-blue of the heavens for all to see that day. Everything was perfectly aligned, and were you listening closely a few birds chirp see along as they saw fit, their harmonious sounds settling about the city. The air was warm, just enough to be comfortable and reasonable for any type of travels or escapades. It was a perfect day, and no witch, wizard, or muggle could have denied that fact.

Hermione felt the exact opposite as the day portrayed, and so did her fiancé... were they calling one another that any longer. Neither had spoken yet, and by now both assumed the other was aware of the whole situation. Hermione assuredly wasn't going to reach out, she had done this specifically so she wouldn't, and Severus was beyond furious with her and would refuse to talk wife she to offer anyways. Both partners felt extremely out of sync, yet as they prepared for the day on completely separate sides of the city, they found one-another in their daily routines.

Hermione realized that she spent most of her time corralling Severus into what he should do to keep himself healthy. Then she would sit and do much of nothing if it weren't a work day considering he would ignore her. That day she needed to work, however, and while it passed the time she was rarely greeted when visiting his flat for the evening. Maybe she asked too much, but was a welcome home too much to ask of the man she loved? To take a spare few seconds and spend time with her and inquire into her day? Was it too much?

Severus annoyingly set out to do his day's work, the ever-changing list on his potions room door small for an inquisition. At least there was that for him, and he could easily read something the rest of the day to attempt to evade thoughts of his fiancée. What was he to do with her? That question floated in his mind, Hurt and Anger bouncing it back and forth multiple times before giving it to Sadness to make him nearly retreat back to his room and sulk. While Severus always sulked, it seemed tone extemporary just then.

Neither really knew how to feel about the situation, and it was obvious through the day to those who interacted with them. Hermione went to work and saw many people who looked at her wearily as if she should have just spelled her confusion away. Severus merely had to attend the market in his oddly fancy muggle-attire that he'd bought with Hermione. The markets all had employees that of course rarely minded their own business, and Severus almost left those places even further irritated. So, the patrons who ran into the separated pair were indeed confused at their dispositions.

Hermione, but the end of the day, lacked any intention at all to contact her fiancé and realized how awfully poor of her that sounded. She was bright, everyone knew it, but when it came to her emotions they got stuck and humbled about in her head with little organization. The brunette seemed just fine on the outside, but scenes and scenarios played out in front of her eyes like a film in the cinema repeatedly, breaking her resolve of strength that she'd taken. While her heart knew that she loved and needed Severus... she also knew her slightly inebriated self had reason for erasing her memory.

Severus, however, grew into his discontent and furthered it. He was blowing oxygen on the fire in his mind, eating away at any mending he felt his heart wanted. Of course he loved her, he always had as much as he hardly admitted that fact to her or anyone really. Bar Draco, of course, for he knew the extent of his feelings by the end of the day. After he'd quickly put together a few potions, Severus had made his way to his god-son and began to divulge him in everything.

Whether kept or unkept, the information was well known between the small circle of friends who were warring with themselves in how to best aid the couple. They wanted to intervene, to show them they loved each other like it was so prominent they did, yet the group had no idea in how to go about doing such a thing. Two stubborn lovers was never anything a third party wished to get involved in... especially feuding like they were. While no words had truly been spoken between them, Severus and Hermione were obviously upset with one another and not for any benefit at all.

Severus was doubting things in his head which was horrible. He hated to do such a thing, and through his whole prior relationship with the young and talented witch, he hadn't allowed himself to let doubt deep into him or that green monster that had plagued Severus as well. Jealousy had no place in this case, yet knowing she was with others more than he made him furious at himself and her which never helped. It was a complete mess; nothing at all fixed. He began to doubt even further into what if it never would get better?

Hermione was simply solitary after the overload of human presence that had invaded her. She'd dealt with witches and wizards the whole day that ground on every nerve in her body to an excess. Her patience were thin, but luckily no one had worn them down to nothing. At even the mention of her presence being there instead of a honeymoon, been cringed and offered a pinched smile informing them the wedding was postponed. They asked her when it would be rescheduled as the whole Wizarding community had wanted to know how it went. Hermione didn't care what they thought, she simply wanted to be left alone and for her private life not be public; hence the term private.

With little direction, both Hermione and Severus were miserable through their days and what would probably be many after them unless either one decided to take the first step.

The ones surrounding them, however, seemed to be making out obviously better as they continued on with life. Pansy woke up the following morning in Ron's flat and smiled at him, slipping away after they'd enjoyed breakfast: the main course being the other person. Harry and Draco had gone on normally bar the visit Draco received from Severus as he told him all of his worries.

No one knew what to truly do, and counseling wasn't even going to be considered. The mere mention of any sort of muggle professional scared the wits end out of Severus, for he didn't seemed to trust muggle medicine. Why have side-effects when one can brew a potion that did the same damnable thing? There were plenty of dreadfully useful healing spells one could learn to keep themselves healthy into at least their hundreds. Severus could even name a wonderful array of potions to assure such a long fate as well.

It was the next day that  everyone began to reap what they had sowed. The Daily Prophet finally got their hands on the situation and the articles that were written were abhorrent. Of course, nothing rivaled those Harry and Draco had had at one point. These, however, were detailed and every single Wizarding paper that existed now had articles on the events at hand. Many of the papers took a side, slandering either the witch or the wizard depending. It seemed natural that The Prophet would simply take on Hermione's claim.

The papers that held favor to one Severus Snape made it aware that he had been betrayed. Hermione had erased her memory in a fit of unjustified anger, and her reasons were completely bias to her far-too-high expectations. He was miserable to say the very least according to the tabloids, though that specific inference wasn't too far off. Severus was getting by, wanting for a woman who had metaphorically torn their relationship in half. Couldn't he have been spoken to, Hermione hadn't had reservations on confronting him before, what could have possibly changed that much she felt the need to take drastic measures?

The talk supporting Hermione held in the infamous Daily Prophet was nearly comical in favor of her, exaggerating Severus Snape to practicing Dark Arts still and only marrying her in hopes of subduing her slow but inevitable rise to Minister. While Hermione was little to favor that specific story, there were times she felt like Severus not only failed to focus on her, but he also wanted her to stay behind and not earn her way up. He seemed unconcerned in her fight for respected power even though it was one of the most important things to her. Severus never seemed to notice the passion.

While both parties hated to see the other traduced in the news, their minds were arguing their own personal cases and how they wanted so desperately to be in the right and for the opposing side to understand. There were moments in Severus solitude that he nearly gave up his discontent at her actions to go and seek Hermione out... grovel for her to return to him. It was undignified, assuredly, but when one is desperate, one sinks to lower levels than they could ever imagine doing. Hermione had almost done the same simply to get the stress of having many upset with her. She hadn't had any contact with her family or her friends during her sulking. Imagining it clearly, she could just see the look on Severus' face were she to go and apologize. Though at that point she was sure he was angry, and in no way was she about to go and handle him while a volcano awaited eruption with his words. Hermione knew better than to test him, she never wanted to, but much like Severus was thinking then: desperate times called for desperate measures. 

Being cut off from the world wasn't easy, that was certain, and while Hermione possessed the technology to be reached it seemed that it was against her favor. The phone never rang, and her alerts stayed mute. Severus was on the other hand where he possessed no technology bar the wall phone that was "archaic" supposedly at that point in time. He remembered clearly Hermione putting it in, both parties recalling that story that day.

It put a similar smile on Hermione's and Severus' face merely proving to no one but the universe that they were meant to be with one another. So why weren't they?

Hermione sat alone that night as another day without the man she loved passed by, the television simply white noise in front of her and the photographs of prior years sprawled across the floor. She wanted to enter the beginning, and there was no way better Hermione imagined than going through the photographs. She cried a bit as he fingers dug through moving and still pictures, the muggle and magic mix making her heart settle. Hermione put them all away just before retiring to bed, those grey sheets of hers cold and welcoming.

Severus was again rather inebriated from a few wavy shots of fire whiskey. It wasn't as severe as the first time hours prior, yet he could feel the numbness... even if it wasn't enough. The four-poster welcomed him graciously, and suddenly it felt like the most comfortable thing he'd even been allowed to lay in. There was only one thing that would make it that much more comfortable, and that thing was Hermione Granger's —preferably changed to Snape's— presence. Unfortunately, Severus knew he wasn't at all going to receive the only thing he want that night.

It seemed neither of them were.

A/N

SO SORRY THIS IS LATE. WHOOPS. I got caught up in another project... but I have a new one-shot out called A Date if anyone is looking for a snamione tease!

Hope you enjoyed!

Also: does anyone have any suggestions they'd like to make. And by this I mean would you like to see any ships (other than those I already have established) or something in plot maybe? If you're looking for Severus and Hermione interaction, that will be a heated next chapter event! I seriously would like to know if you guys want something in here though! I'll be happy to hear what you all have to say! (I wouldn't mind ideas either!)