Chapter 6: Confoundus Conundrum
{A/N: Long awaited update I know...}
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The Infirmary, Hogwarts...
Obsidian eyes closed at the instant of bright light being put into them from the tip of Madam Pomfrey's wand. Hermione had been pacing back n' forth as Snape sat fidgeting about on the bed as the Med-witch continued to examine him. It had struck her as off, that Snape didn't seem to have any of his usual lasting scars from his time as death eater. With a sigh Madam Pomfrey pulled away from the strangely active wizard. Her apparent exasperation had gotten Hermione's attention and she stopped pacing to make her way over toward them.
"Everything okay?" asked the bushy haired witch.
"I'm afraid Severus is suffering from a slight case of memory loss." said Madam Pomfrey still stunned by what she had been witnessing.
Snape had still been trying to make sparks come from his fingers.
"Has anything unusual occurred with him in the past few days?" asked Madam Pomfrey.
"Well he did ingest a strange potion a few days ago." said Hermione. "We've been trying to figure out what was going on with it and then this morning he hit his head."
"Ah blunt force trauma." said Madam Pomfrey with a sad sigh. "Best to wait it out until his memory comes back...other than that...there isn't much one could do for him."
Hermione sighed this time. She had been afraid of this. How was she ever going to figure out what kind of potion he ingested if he couldn't even remember making it or how to make any for that matter. He didn't even remember being Severus Snape.
"Wait it out?" she said terrified. "Do you know how long that would take?"
Madam Pomfrey looked at Snape who had been occupying his time with staring at the various medical charts on the walls and snickering at the one regarding the female anatomy.
"I'm afraid not." replied the Med-Witch. "It's best if you take him back to his rooms and keep him comfortable."
"Fine." said Hermione turning her attention to Snape. "Let's go."
Snape hopped off the bed and followed Hermione.
"You seem a little bent out of shape sweetness." he said as they walked. "Cat got your tongue?"
Hermione narrowed her amber eyes at him.
"I've asked you to stop calling me that." she said.
Snape threw up his hands.
"My mistake." he replied. "Seemed to me that you kind of liked it."
Hermione rolled her eyes and they entered the corridor.
Snape's Quarters, Hogwarts...
It had taken them longer than expected to reach his quarters with Snape stopping every so often to ask what everything was called and why they had lived in a castle. It annoyed Hermione to no end that he had insisted upon asking incessant and highly annoying questions about everything. When she finally did get him back to his quarters she had been all too happy to be rid of him. Then the thought of what he would do messing around with the potion equipment and further changes via the potion entered her mind.
The bushy haired witch made the decision to stay with him in his quarters until he could function on his own once more.
"So you'll be staying here?" asked Snape with an arched eyebrow.
"Just until you get your bearings." said Hermione still very annoyed.
Snape shrugged.
"Sure." he replied making his way toward the green sofa in the front room and plopping down causally. "Whatever you say sweetness."
"Call me that again and I'm going to hex you." said Hermione.
Snape flashed her wicked smirk and put his arms behind his head as he reclined on the sofa. Hermione could already tell that this was to be the start of an annoying ordeal and she had her wand ready to hex this "new" Snape just in case.
"So are we sharing the bed, Sweetness?" asked Snape with a raised eyebrow. "If so then perhaps the night wouldn't turn out to be such a drag after all."
Hermione couldn't take it any more and cast a stinging hex on the overbearing git. Snape had been shocked when magic came from the tip of her wand and caused him to feel the utter discomfort shoot through his body.
She laughed as she watched him struggle to find the source of his discomfort and alleviate it without success. It seemed he had forgotten all his second nature reflexes as well with the memory loss.
Later...
Dinner had gone by with lack luster results and both Snape and Hermione retired to bed Hermione recalling the events of the previous night didn't think it was a good idea to share the same bed with Snape in case of an unintentional repeat and she left him to his black four poster bed and transfigured the sofa to fit her needs for the night.
3:00 AM
Hermione found herself treated to the sight of a sleepwalking Severus who had gone down to his labs in the middle of the night and brewed a potion as if it had been second nature to him. The bushy haired witch had been stunned by his flawless movements and graceful approach. It had almost been like he finally returned to his normal state only he had been asleep. Hermione thought to wake him but had been afraid of what it might cause him to do. His temper had been volatile when he was running on so little sleep and she had not wanted to chance it, still she made sure that if anything happened she could keep him safe while he worked.
Once the potion was brewed Snape made his way back to bed as if nothing had ever happened. Hermione made her way back to bed as well. It had been a long day and an even longer night. She had started to wonder if things could get any worse at this point. Little did she know, they were about to get a lot worse then she ever could have imagined.
