A/N: Sorry it took me soooo long to get this chapter out. Not really 100% sure I like it but it is what it is. Thank you for your patience.
Soul Meets Soul on Lovers' Lips
Hermione looked at herself in the mirror. She saw the bags under her eyes and her hair seemed untamable. She put a brush through her hair a little rougher than normal. She grew frustrated and threw her brush across the room, barely missing the person who came through the door.
"Whoah, Hermione," Harry said, ducking the airborne brush.
Hermione, defeated, looked away and out the window. "My hair is impossible!" she said. She turned to look at Harry, a mix of confusion and weariness stretched across her face. "And you are…"
Harry suppressed a laugh and retrieved the hairbrush off the floor. He walked over to her and noticed the apprehensive look on his friend's face. He put out his hand. "I'm Harry Potter. We've been friends since we were eleven years old."
Cautiously, Hermione took his hand and they shook. "I wish I could remember you," she said in almost a whisper.
"Eh, you will eventually. I'm somewhat famous." Hermione smiled. Harry moved slowly behind her and started to gently brush the tangles out of her hair. "Your hair has been unmanageable since I met you. Only recently have you been able to get a brush through it."
Hermione relaxed a little. This guy seemed so nice. "How close are we?" she asked.
"Well, we were best friends in school along with Ron. The three of us were inseparable," he explained. "We also got into loads of trouble."
Hermione sat in the chair trying to remember all he was saying. She was brought back to the present when a flash of light caught her eye. "Oh, are you married?" she asked, spying his ring.
Harry stopped brushing her hair and looked down at his ring. "Yeah, I'm married."
Hermione turned around in her chair and looked at him. "You don't seem too happy about that," she said.
Harry looked up and smiled. "Oh, I am happy. I just never thought I'd be married."
"She is a very lucky girl to have someone as nice as you," Hermione stated, taking his hands into her own. This statement made Harry blush and she tried to suppress a giggle. "Well, you are nice. I may have lost my memories but I just have this feeling. So, what's her name?"
"Persephone. When you met her, you liked her," he said. Harry then looked at the clock on the wall. "Which reminds me… I need to go and meet her for lunch. I hear you are going to Diagon Alley with Severus."
"Yeah, I'm a little nervous about that."
Harry patted her shoulder. "Everything will be fine." He walked to the door and turned back around. "I really hope something triggers your memory. I miss my friend."
Hermione sighed. "Seems like I'm missing out as well. Thanks, Harry. You are very kind."
Harry ran a hand through his hair and smiled. "Anything for you, Hermione."
She watched as he left her room. She looked in the mirror and saw that Harry had managed to make her hair look somewhat decent. She thought she would be alone for a little while but that changed as someone else came into the room. She looked over and saw Lily standing in the doorway, Sevilen right next to her. "Hey, Lily," she said.
Lily smiled. "You remembered my name."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course I did. My short term memory hasn't fled me."
Lily laughed and walked into the room. She sat down on the bed. "Sorry. So, I hear that you are headed out to Diagon Alley," she said, changing the subject.
"Everyone keeps saying that," Hermione returned. "Is that such a big deal?"
"It is if it will bring back your memories."
Hermione squinted her eyes at Lily as though she were suspicious. "You sure there's nothing more then that?"
Lily squirmed a little. "We all just want our Hermione back. That's all."
Hermione sighed. By this time, Sevilen had joined her on the bed. "Hey, little man."
"Hi, Mummy. You and Daddy going to Digon Alley?" he asked.
Hermione smiled at his little nature. He was so young yet seemed so mature… at least to her. She nodded yes and Sevilen smiled. He patted her hand, slid off the bed, and walked out of the room. "I better go follow him," Lily said. "You going to be alright?"
"I'm fine. Thanks for watching him for me. I wish I had my memories. He seems like such a sweet child."
"He definitely takes after his mum. Have fun today."
Hermione smiled and watched Lily walk out of the room. She wondered what this outing with Severus was going to turn out to be.
Hermione wandered down Diagon Alley in awe. The colorful shops, the screeching owls, the whole experience was something new and wonderful to her. Snape watched her, acting like a giddy school girl. A small smile crept upon his lips, something he hadn't done in a very long time. Hermione almost skipped from shop to shop, eager to take in as much of the sights as possible. Suddenly, she stopped. Snape walked up behind her to see what she was looking at. Hermione turned to him, a flicker of a smile on her face. "Do you want to go in?" he asked.
Hermione turned back to the shop window, her smile fading a little at the corners. She shook her head. "I can't put my finger on it, but it seems as if I'm drawn to this place."
Snape lightly placed his hand on her shoulder. "You loved books… no matter it's subject. One could always find you with your nose inside a book."
Hermione reached out to touch the glass pane, gently placing her hand on its cool smooth surface. Tears welled up in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. Books of every size, shape, and color filled the store from floor to ceiling. Rows upon rows of books for anyone to reach out and hold. These were truly treasures. She was about to say something when she felt the grip on her shoulder tighten. "Severus, what," she started but as she turned to face him, he was already pulling her towards an alleyway. He pushed her up against a wall, his hand covering her mouth. She looked at him, desperate.
Snape had heard someone approach as Hermione looked into the window. He knew, without a doubt, that it was a Snake Charmer, or two. He couldn't risk her life again so he knew that he had to get her somewhere safe. He leaned towards her, his hand still covering her mouth, and listened intently. He needed to know the right time to wisk her away, but it seemed he wasn't going to get that chance. Without thinking, he did the only thing that seemed rational at the time. He took his hand away, and without a second's breath, replaced it with his lips. He kissed her, to keep her identity hidden from the Snake Charmers, but was surprised to feel her kissing him back. The kiss deepened, and for that moment, nothing else mattered.
At first, Hermione was shocked. How dare he treat her like this. She had no memory of anything and he was taking advantage of it. She would have struggled against his restraints if the shock hadn't paralyzed her senses. When he moved his hand away, all she wanted to do was scream at him, until she felt his lips against hers. They were cold at first, unfeeling, but then it just felt… right. She then started to kiss him back. It was familiar. She welcomed it when he deepened the kiss and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She ran her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck and smiled when she felt him shiver slightly.
After a few minutes, everything seemed to clear, like a fog that lifted. Hermione started catching flashes of pictures, running rampant in her head. She broke the kiss, fell to her knees, and cradled her head in her hands. "What is it, Hermione?" Snape asked as he knelt down in front of her. It was then that she let out a scream. Snape, stunned, tried to pry her hands away. She looked up at him, after her scream, and then rightly fainted into his arms.
Harry sat by the fireside, Persephone absentmindedly playing with his hair as she read a book. It wasn't unusual to find the occupants of Grimuld Place doing absolutely nothing. Persephone stopped reading and looked at her husband. "Harry, what is troubling you?" she asked.
Harry kept staring at the fire, almost as if he hadn't heard her. He sighed and was about to tell her that he hated just sitting around when the fire started to glow green. The two jumped up and Harry shielded her, his wand pointing. After the fire died down again, Harry saw Snape step out, holding an unconscious Hermione. "Oh, not again," Harry said. He rushed over to the fire and helped Snape lay her down.
"She fainted," Snape explained.
"And always around you!" Harry nearly yelled back.
"I assure you, Mr. Potter, that no harm came to her."
"And I'm to trust you?"
"Hush, you two," Persephone returned. She had sat down next to Hermione when the men were shouting at each other and now returned her attention to the girl. She pushed back Hermione's hair and saw her eyes flutter open. "Hermione? Are you hurt?"
Hermione blinked her eyes, trying to focus on the voice. "I think so, Persephone." She looked up and noticed everyone looking at her. "Why are all of you staring at me?"
A/N: So, Hermione has her memories back. Will this complicate things more for her and Snape? Or will we see the two back in each other's arms? I guess we'll have to wait and see. Thank you all for your patience as I struggled with my muse. She just wouldn't let go of how awful my first couple of rough drafts were. Hopefully, my co-author won't take as long as I did. And again, please read and review. Reviews make me (and my muse) very happy.