Severus awoke the morning after his drinking escapade with a fairly dull headache compared to the throbbing one he imagined would overwhelm him. Of course, that didn't mean that the fire whiskey left him without sensitivity to light and sound, but at least there wasn't a thrum in his mind. Cringing when his eyes looked at the morning light nearly forced him back into the bed if he didn't come to the realization that he wreaked a most foul odor, and his body felt completely worn from his emotional toil. Throwing the covers away, Severus stood and grabbed his wand, heading into the bathroom to take a well-deserved shower.

After he'd nearly burned the soreness out, Severus dried off and let his routine of sorts pull him through the morning without much of thought towards his situation. The first time he left his room, he almost turned to go into his lab, but then as if by force he spun and headed down towards his kitchen knowing he needed to eat. He'd never really had a routine before Hermione, and by Merlin he remembered getting nagged endlessly that first night she awoke and found him already hunched over in his lab brewing the morning light away.

At first, he'd refused blatantly, bidding her to go achieve breakfast upon her own accord. The next morning proved no success for him as she led him into the kitchen with a full meal prepared. Cooking for him never lasted long, though, for they were equal in his house, some nonsense that he eventually was forced to get used to as well. He supposed that the morning meals weren't half bad, as Severus did enjoy when she cooked or when he did and she smiled joyously at the taste of his cooking.

Then there was a few weeks later when she discovered that his showers were usually taken mid-day unceremoniously from the rest of the world who at least chose the night or the morning. He'd scoffed, throwing himself into the shower anyways and listening the moment he stepped out as she complained. In her words, she was simply suggesting the benefits of a morning cleaning, and while annoyed, he took the advice and quite obviously used it well. Though he never did understand how water made his day better because in all reality it didn't.

So, further and further did his work get pushed into the afternoon and evening where more meals and breaks were forced into the day. No longer was he living with a straight six hours of brewing then attending to his daily matter.

While the breaking up had seemed to do alright in his days, he began to cherish days when she wasn't there. No... that wasn't quite right, he always wanted her there just not impeding on the way he decided to handle his happenings. Severus liked things the way they were, he simply wanted to add Hermione into that equation. It was like a potion that added a scent simply so it smelled nice, not for any benefit of purpose.

Severus slammed his door shut and decidedly headed to his lab where he could work on potions as much as he pleased for the day without his witch stopping him.

As he brewed as much as he could for the day — the magically changing quota on the outside of his door nearly complete — Severus thought more on his relationship with Hermione.

He didn't want to think on everything, but with the monotony of simply sitting there for hours, Severus realized he needed those breaks. He hated addmitting she was right, and he hated hearing the ever-so-annoying "I told you so." Hermione was a bright witch, that was for certain, so he understood that she was generally successful in any endeavor she took on... but he simply didn't want to be changed. Severus was as smart as she was, if not smarter, so why was he to be taught by someone much younger?

Love, however, is give and take, so he suspposed that maybe he was doing too much taking. He took his time and simply utilized it as he always had, merely hoping she would find places to impliment herself. Evenings were always his own, and when they had started their relationship, his evenings were hers... then those bled into mornings and complete weeks sooner or later found their way into her belonging.

Severus scoffed as he bottled his final potion and felt a wave of hunger pass over due to his lack of focus on other tasks. He'd never be able to go back to his old ways... maybe a few parts of him didn't want to.

The dark wizard certainly missed his bright witch, every snap or smart remark that her rpelies ususally entailed kept the day light and the darkness at bay. It just seemed overwhleming now that her presence was away.

At least it wasn't by her own choice. He found solace in such a thought as he travelled down his neat stairs, entering the kitchen and probing the refrigerator for an afternoon meal. Hermione didn't deserve the confusion that came with not knowing what on Earth was going on around her. His beautiful fiancée that he now remembered going on and on about to Draco quite uncharacteristically of himself. Though, Severus supposed when one falls in love they become another person, but since Hermione didn't know their love... did that mean he was supposed to simply return to his old ways? He certainly didn't want this infliction to plague them any longer, but if Hermione had her memory restored then everything would be forgiven. Severus would just be glad that they could continue with the wedding and the rest of their life.

He slowly finished a rather large meal and sat down at his table, looking at the two settings he'd automatically come out and laid down. The plate mocked him with it's empty face reflecting back the ceiling, and the silverware sat untouched, laughing alongside their companion with tortorous and mute sounds. He hated it, seeing the chair across so empty and blank where her presence had been for so many months.

Severus didn't deserve such happiness, for he always thought that having anyone like Hermione even interested in him was too good to possibly come to fruition. Doubt had plagued him for four years, and now it was eating at his conscience.

With his meal finished, he took all of the occupying cutlery off the table and the subsequent dishes, leaving them in the sink to wash for a later time. Hermione had always insisted that they do the dished immediately after, and there had been many arguments on the topic of cleanliness now that he thought back.

Seeing that it was almost five, Severus took to sitting in the main room and catching up on his reading. He'd gotten through many books that had been recommended to him by his intended, but she never seemed to want to let him read them. Constantly she demanded his attention, and in this he saw her incessantness. Severus Snape had always been a private man with few friends, even in the large circle of Death Eaters he hadn't really considered any of them true friends in honesty. He'd lived alone for so many years he tended to lose count, and when you add another person one takes time to adjust. Not just a year, but a gradual few years need to be put into someone like him. There was adjustment periods that Hermione simply never understood. She thought fix it now or it simply isn't worth fixing it at all.

Then again, she had always been resourceful and wanting to get things done as soon as possible, though there were things that took time. Surely she had understood that when chasing Weasley... Did she think him such an easy catch that taking her time with him wasn't worth it? Severus truly hoped that wasn't it, but now his mind was neglecting the book in his hands because of it.

Not that he had ever explained such a thing to her, but Severus always imagined that she was brihgt enough to figure that simple task on her own. He needed her time, and while he was willing to give his, she needed to force him to do it. Sure he was willing, obviously, but his old ways took some forcing out of him, some true persistence to get him away from his huddling against the world.

Severus tried very hard to concentrate on the novel in his hands, attempting to pull his mind into control and let him read in peace, but it felt too much to ask. He suddenly felt responsible for he memory loss, even though there was obviously someone out there who had an ill will for his witch. They would pay, but he was paying as of now. Regret filled him as did anger at not spending more time with her, and maybe he could forgive her for forgoing patience when dealing with his tendency for hiding and shutting himself away.

That's why the sudden knock on his door startled him half to death.

Rather glad no one was there to witness the jump he'd made, Severus stood and straightened his robes with restored dignity and opened the door to the visitor.

Severus certainly wasn't expecting an eerily calm Pansy Parkinson at his door.

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Two Hours Ago....

Pansy was in her house, one handed down through the generations of Parkinson's, and she was simply attempting to absorb what had happened over the past few days. None of it made sense!

Besides Hermione and Severus loosing their memories in two different incidents, there was her situation with Ron that plagued her the most.

She was a fool to finally think that her fancy with Ron would become anything, and now she realized that. What had she suspected from him, though? He was just another bloke pining after a girl he couldn't have or lost. Typical wizards, the lot of them were just utter pricks and she wanted nothing to do with them ever again.

Pansy knew she was lying to herself, for she'd always have a fancy for the handsomest Weasley male.

The witch prided herself on her stone-cold emotions, she always had being a proud Slytherin, but right then that wasn't the case in any way. Her heart felt odd, like someone was clawing at it with their long nails. It was almost like a werewolf was sinking their long teeth into the beating organ, and Merlin did it hurt worse than anything she'd expected. Now, she hadn't been expecting them to run off into the sunset snogging away their days, but she had hoped he would move on from Granger.

She had hoped it would be with her. They'd been passing glances for months, and every time they were at Draco's birthday or the Potter's anniversary, Ron and her always seemed to connect, even if it was silently.

With a heavy sigh, Pansy pulled out her phone and was about to call Draco when suddenly it began to buzz with his name. While it was rather odd, she flipped the cell open anyways and put it up to her ear.

"Pans, get to mine right now."

"Okay... Potter household it is, what happened?" She asked curiously, his voice seemingly stern and dreadfully upset.

"Tell you when you get here, just come on."

So Pansy went to their house and found Draco's hair a complete mess as he ran his hands through it a few too many times, and his husband simply looked out of it.  To say the least.

"Alright, someone has to tell me what's going on before one of you keels over."

She set her belongings down in a random chair as Draco led her to a sofa and began to regail her with the morning's happenings.

An hour and fourty-five minutes later after hundreds of questions on her part, Pansy finally asked her last one.

"So Hermione erased her own memory because of some really minor neglect on Severus' part?" She closed her eyes with a sigh at the thought of it. "I can't believe it."

"Well, you have to because you're the one telling Severus," Draco determined, and obviously neither man was fit to do it being so involved on both sides.

Pansy understood, of course, but she wasn't happy about it, and she wasn't happy about the way Draco demanded it either.

"Fine, but you two owe me."

They nodded at her and wished her luck, and with his flat in mind, Pansy was off to Severus'.

A/N

So, I actually had people ask where this update was, and it was probably the best feeling ever because that means you guys like my story! Therefore here it is, definitely not where I was expecting to take it if I am being honest with you lot, but I am happy with this one for sure.

Comments and votes are always nice, thank you so much for doing them if you do! And if you're just along for the ride, then I thank you as well!

Also, quick inquiry, anyone here a fan of Drarry and would you read a Drarry fic if I wrote it? Well... I have wrote it, but would anyone be interested?

PS: SO SORRY THIS IS LATE, How would you guys feel about a second chapter to make up for it though? 😏