While Hermione moped in her room, her mind floating with every possibility imaginable, Harry and Ginny were alone in her living room. They had stoic impressions, not quite sure how they were supposed to deal with two love-birds who knew not that they were so. It was tragic, really, that they couldn't be bonded that day... and such an influential marriage it was to be. They practically had anyone they could fit into one place attending, mostly witches and wizards of varying classes and the stray muggle or two. Hermione's parents had flown from Australia to come to their beloved daughter's wedding day! Which was what Ginny's mind was on.

Harry, well he was wondering exactly how his husband was faring at the Snape estate. As if timing couldn't have been any less perfect, Draco apparated into the flat.

"Well, Severus is locked in his room, more spells than I can count barring him from me."

Harry sighed, Ginny looking at him crossly.

"Hello to you, too, git."

Draco tossed the look right back at Ginny, a woman he never really liked in the first place.

"Listen, this isn't my fault, so why don't you bugger off with the attitude for we can work together."

While Ginny adored the way Harry made an amazing choice in husband, that didn't mean she liked the husband. They simply fit together like a key and lock, so why ruin Harry's fun? Besides, Draco was an ease to tease.

With her final resolve, Ginny stood, looking at Draco with a smile, "Agreed. The sooner we get this fixed, the more likely we are to survive."

"I think Snape was bloody well close to cursing me when you started to show affection," Harry indicated to Draco who laughed with amusement.

"He wouldn't hurt me."

"Today," Ginny reminded him, "Four years ago there was a lot of tension between the lot of us, your relationship with Harry brought us all together, but Snape was still a wreck. He didn't want to be alive, he hardly wanted to see you, remember?"

The blond winced.

"But he was alright with his job at the ministry, and he was evening out... though those sleepless nights were bloody torture for the poor bloke," Draco sat down finally, his bantering partner following suit.

"I reckon this might take more time than we've got before the wedding," Harry offered, "We have to start letting people know now."

"That will also give the two much-needed space."

Ginny was right, so they stood and grasped their wands, agreeing to where they'd start first. Harry went to the ministry to inform Kingsley, Ginny went to the Weasley's, and Draco decided his parents should be told first. They were being forced to go simply because Draco was best-man, and he told them to. They'd probably be ecstatic. Though his mother had calmed slightly over the few years, his father had simply grown not to care. It bothered his insides, yet Draco knew he kept a brave face when he brought home Potter. Harry was just that, too, a Potter of pureblood lines in which distantly came from the pureblood family of Peverells.

Knocking with a heavy heart, Draco breathing in deeply and awaited a house elf to open the door. He was thoroughly surprised when his mother pulled the large doors towards her and looked out at him, gray eyes steadied and trained.

"Draco," she said with a mix of surprise, "Where are your dress robes? Severus must be furious!"

The woman herself was dressed magnificently, her beauty and grace as no other's was. She was in fine dress attire, proper wear for a witch attending such a prestigious wedding.

"Actually, that is why I am here, mother."

"You need dress robes?" Narcissa ventured as she motioned for her son to enter the manor.

"No, Severus' memory has been erased, and he's not going to be marrying Miss Granger today."

He kept everything formal around his parents, even when it came to his own husband. Due to their lingering prejudices, it was far better to be on the safe side than requiring apologies.

"He's not?" There was no disappointment there, "How is his fiancée?"

"She is the same; neither have recollection. As we speak Mr. Potter is multitasking in starting an investigation, and he is also informing the minister there shan't be a ceremony this day."

Now his mother looked quite disappointed. She didn't mind Kingsley much and was looking forward to being seated at the same dinner table as he.

"I'm sorry to hear such a thing, Draco. If you need us for anything, please ask," she offered, her emotions stoic as he always remembered them being.

He understood why. Draco was never an ignorant child or man for that matter. There was no secret his mother's stoicism was fueled by her husband's lack of a happy emotion, and Draco had no want to change anything. With final thoughts and a rather strange embrace to his mother, the blond left to seek out his husband at the ministry.

All the while Ginny had let down an entire household of Weasley's who were nearly in a riot. They'd all gathered at Molly and Arthur's house to then proceed together to Hermione's wedding, and now all they were to do was return home? Many weren't certain of how exactly it happened, how two people of a strong and beautiful relationship could simply forget four years of their lives! Molly almost insisted on seeing her surrogate daughter, but Ginny forced her to see Hermione's parents instead and inform them of what was happening. Also to include that Harry had commenced an investigation before they could lift their wands.

Now Harry, of all, was getting the worst of it. As if they had extendable ears, reporters were on him in an instant, their quills scribbling faster than he could get to his office to file paperwork Kingsley had already signed off on. The Minister for Magic was none too pleased to hear that one of the most influential pairs of the wizarding world were no longer to be bonded. Immediately he gave Harry permission to do whatever it may be necessary to restore Hermione and Severus' memory.

So, Harry got to work and gathered Auror's that weren't already busy to begin an investigation. He started a few aurors off at the pub Severus' stag-do was held in, then sent more to do research on memory potions and spells of any type when Draco popped in.

"My mother offers her services if need be," he said first, waltzing right over to Harry's desk and leaning over the side of it, laying his mouth right on his husband's.

"Brilliant, but we hardly know anything yet." Harry looked stressed, as though all this at once was simply too much for him.

"Hey," Draco muttered softly, "Look, if this doesn't blow over in the next week then we can start to worry, but give them a week. They're bright, Harry, it's Hermione and Severus we're talking about. We shall all do that we can."

"It hasn't quite settled in for you yet, has it?" Harry proposed.

"No," the blond agreed, walking away from the cold metal of the desk and plopping into one of Harry's office chairs. It was cozy, and with a quick flick of his wand Draco had a book in hand.

"Do you reckon they'll be smart enough to fall in love again?"

Draco shrugged contemplatively, "Hopefully it doesn't come down to that. We need to get them both to St. Mungo's first before anything."

"They need time, before anything," Harry argued, making a solid point that Draco couldn't refuse.

He couldn't imagine how the pair was feeling, what if he were in their robes? Then what? Waking up next to Harry not knowing that he loved him, that he'd married him.

Draco shivered. He just hoped that time alone wouldn't cause any pain to either party.

"We'll take them both tomorrow, let's call Ginny."

-

Hermione heard the distinct sound of apparation and lifted her head up from her soft sheets of tan.

With a quick plan forming in her mind, she jumped up and ran to her fireplace, takin the floo to Severus' flat. She had a hunch that if they truly were to be married, then certainly they must have connected fireplaces. Her hunch was correct, and while she wasn't entirely pleased by the presence of Malfoy in her flat, she knew that it meant Severus was alone.

Showing up at his home was like feeling that utterly horrid sense of déjà vu. Hermione wanted to pull the memories out and glance at them in a pensieve, but she knew her luck couldn't stretch that far. The fact her feet even touched the floor of the potions master's home was already good in her book. With her emotions running so high and her hands so shaky, however, Hermione felt genuinely lucky that something hadn't gone wrong in fireplace transportation.

There was only one option of up that she deduced must be where his bedroom lie, so with a brazen sense of wonder Hermione ascended the staircase. Sounds of grumbling and that deep voice that had taught her for six years and haunted her for a few more were audible from a regular door that had more wards on it than she had even thought of.

With a few incantations she was through most of them.

"Master Snape?"

Every single whisper of a sound stopped in that room of his. Then the door creaked open, surprising Hermione.

"Oh, well isn't it the insufferable little know-it-all."

She tried very hard to control her emotions as he badgered her, the way they always had when around one another for any modicum of reason.

"And the greasy git of a potions professor!" Hermione agreed with all the fake gaiety she could muster.

"Did you come here to taunt me? I've heard we were to be married, however impossible such nonsense sounds."

Pursing her lips, Hermione gritted her teeth together, honestly thinking the same thing.

"I have no need to taunt you... I simply want an answer to the questions that are reeling through my mind right now!"

She grasped her wand unknowingly, seeing how frustrated she was with it all. The brunette paid no attention to the potions master who looked sated.

"And what may those be, Miss Granger?" His calm tone obviously lulled Hermione just a bit as she turned to look at him straight on and with a less irritated expression.

"Mostly how. How did we fall in love? How did we end up dating? How did we get engaged?" Not that he could answer them, but just hearing that she had the same concerns as he, Severus felt a bit relieved of some tension.

Though it was still thick, he hoped to get rid of it by getting rid of her. This needed to be digested in silence and solitude.

"Miss Granger, I cannot answer your questions."

Hermione smiled thinly.

"I know, Master Snape."

"Then why are you here again, besides your questions which are obviously not your true intentions." Severus questioned Hermione, glaring at her with piercing black orbs that so deeply penetrated any person's most inward thoughts.

He was a talented man at reading emotions even if he looked as though he had none himself. It was odd, but he simply knew sometimes what others were thinking or feeling. Certainly it was not his limited skills as a legillimens, but it was mostly his years as a spy. Anticipation and simply knowing were in the job description.

Still staring at her, Hermione watched as Severus seemed to contemplate something. While she had no idea what it was he was thinking or feeling, she knew there was one thing she really came to do... and one thing only— even if she was afraid to admit it. The questions had been nerves, and the whole while her mind had convinced her to just go through with it. It was the oldest trick in the book, but by all means old tricks seemed to work just fine.

So with a sudden few steps forward and a hand to the back of his neck, Hermione placed her lips right on top of his.

A/N

What do you think will happen next? How do you think Severus will react to that kiss???