Rememberance Author Notes: This is in answer to a Challange set of WIKTT where I joined recently and I rather an amused by the idea and decided that I would give my hand at it. I have no beta so here is the story. My Grammer leaves alot to be desired but..that is as it is.

Please note that all the characters belong to J.K Rowlings and I only play with them like a good like girl I put them back at the end of the day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Till Next Summer~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She awoke to the early morning sunlight in her face, and Hermione rolled over trying to desperately get away from the bright beams of light. Then the covers were lifted off her. "Bloody Hell." she glowered and sat up to look at the culprit and got quiet a shock.

Emerald green eyes sparkled with inner mischief at her and the lightening scar on his forehead peeked out from his unrulely bangs,it had dimmed with Voldemort's defeat and almost gone away. Once she focused on him she realized he was in his favorites , jeans and a warm shirt.

He gathered her close and kissed the top of her head affectionately. "I missed you ,Mione." he murmured. "All the training I was doing and still am doing, came to a point where it was asking odd questions and I thought of you,just out of the blue, so I figured I would visit rather then send you an Owl."

"I am glad you did." she murmured feeling at peace being held by her best friend again after almost a year apart, yet the ghost of there lost companion seemed to linger. "Come on lets go out into London and have a good time and try to catch up on old times." she said fighting the depression that had built up inside her at seeing Harry, they both had so much they needed to forget.

She didn't see the note on the dresser from Snowdrop, the owl had delievered it stright to her and she had forgotten it , the pleasure and pain at seeing Harry again had caused her to forget.

He saw her home and promised to promtly visit her again Next Summer, since it would be then that he would complete what ever secret training that they had him doing. He had waved and disappeared, it was again there third lingering there not saying to fond a good bye.

Ginny's letter opened, had made her smile and she hoped for the best for them all, she was disappointed to know she had missed Professor Snape by two days and that he wouldn't be returning to London until school started again.

She had sent owls to him all to no ends, they always returned and Snowdrop looked sad after the seventh such letter returned. Hermione sighed and faced the fact that Severus Snape didn't want to talk to her again it appeared and that he had no intrest in what she was writeing at all.

Mad, at herself for feeling as though she were a failure, mad at Dumbledore for getting her to write the almost finished book and royal mad at Severus Snape she flung the book and her notes across the room and cried herself to sleep, the next day she moved on to something else, it wasn't in her to give up ever, but this was emotionally draining her and she needed a break, or so she told herself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Another Misfortune~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The stocky man scowled at his travel partner when he entered the shared studio apartment. Causeing a sneer in response that immediately got Joseph Rollins to speak up right away. "There have been several owls here, Professor and I shooed them off,you shouldbe thankful such creature bring with them diseases." his hazel eyes widened with his words to express his point.

Professor Severus Snape scowled at all the harder, his slender fingers found the bridge of his nose and sensed another headache coming on. Joseph Rollins was a muggle, and a friend of his father who had tagged along with him on his trip to Spain, the man was a dunderhead, no that was too good for him, and idiot. Neville Longbottem's was a genuis compared to this man.

Though it did drop this, he handed Severus a silver chain,which he took into a pale hand to study, then frowned he knew immediately who had tried to Owl him. The vines were eteched around script initals of H.G.

"Sit here and for the sake of all thats holy,if another owl shows up let it in" he hissed in his instructor tone, that had the same effect on Joseph ,he slinked into his chair and nodded his agreement,he would no longer run the owls away, unfortunately none came.

Professor Snape tried to Owl Hermione back, but his Owl's also returned, not able to locate the girl,which was an amazeing feat in and of itself. He gave up also after thirteen trys,it wasn't worth loosing sleep, she no longer wanted to speak to him, he could accept that,as he had accepted her kissing him and walking away, six years ago.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spring Break ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She walked down the cobblestone streets of Paris France,there was something about the place that could make anyone feel beautiful. Her hair was free and fell around her, her eyes that soft honey color sparkled in the grey light of the cloudy day. She had decided to treat herself to France for the Spring Break, she had brought her parents with her,they were thrilled to have a second honeymoon.

No longer the half grown girl she once was, she also wasn't dressed in jeans and a faded blouse, today it was a light summer dress of white and silver silk, that flared beautifully around her petite form, showing off shapely legs and the lace up to the knee sandals, however the leather scatchal was with her, with her books and writeing impliments. Old habits died hard.

The low rumble of thunder was the only warning given to her, before the sprinkles of rain fell turning into a decent thunderstorm, she gasped and dashed for shelter under one of the resturants colorful umbrellas, she registered another presence, one that had also sought shelter from the rain, she glanced up to comment on the storm, only to find herself looking into a pair of deep obsidian black eyes.

"Professor Snape." she stammered like she was in school again, he drew himself up to his full height, he wasn't dressed in his Professor Robe's though she half expected him to be. His dark hair was as always cut to shoulder length, a single strand fell into his eyes, she resisted the urge to brush it back.

Clad in his prefered black suit, black slacks long sleeve white shirt covered with a black jacket. He wore leather shoes and was also carrying a black leather scatchal similar to her own. He showed no emotion at seeing her other then the fact that it was indeed her.

"Miss.Granger" he greeted and became irritable at her stareing at him, he hated attention drawn to himself, he had no illusions of being attractive, especially here in France which seemed to have an abundance of simply beautiful people, the woman gawking at him was no exception to this rule, she was stunning but unlike many of those here, she didn't appear to notice it. "if you can do nothing but gawk at me, Miss.Granger I will take my leave of you,for if I waited for you to make conversation surely I would starve."

"Oh you came here to eat." she said and cursed herself for her stupid response and the closeness of her once Potion Master. She really needed to know how to react to him and was at a loss.

"Yes, Miss.Granger thats what resturants are usually for." he said wryly as he glanced to the place and then back to her. "I only have so long before I will be expected back at the Wizards Convention."

"Please call me Hermione, I am not a student or a child any longer." she murmured her Gryffindor nature showing back up when he patronized her.She was surprised to see a quirking of his lips,he had said that to get her to respond, wonders never ceased.

"Very well, Hermione." the words where whispered in his velvety tone as he smiled to her,"Care yo join me for dinner ?" he asked as casually as he onced asked her to show her work on the board.

"I would be honored Professor." she began but was cut off,by a quick wave of his hand, "If you are Hermione then I am Severus." he said his hand went lightly to the small of her back, and he held the door for her.

"Though I do believe the reason you sought me out, is business isn't it?" he inquired as he gave the order in perfect french. It was a big surprise and she was impressed by that. He ordered them a simple blush, it wasn't very alcholic.

"Actually I came to talk to you about the war." she murmured softly "I am writeing a piece on it and I wanted to .." a slender finger pale tapped her lips lightly, she raised her head to meet a pair of eyes that swirled lightly with the light.

"Not now, prehaps after dinner we can talk, or now, though if you please, Mis- Hermione I would prefer to just enjoy my meal." his tone was emotionless and whispered as he sipped his wine.

She scolded herself for being to eager in this, she could have just ruined talking to him at all, Of all the Professor, Snape had been the most private, the most personal that kept to himself, they had shared alot during that war, closeness and strength and even had lived together a couple of days to survive.

She let him lead the conversation and things went better, she was relaxed and told him of her life traveling about and recording history for the Keepers of the Script. He had been impressed she had started that job at nineteen.

He informed her that he was still working at Hogwarts, but choose to travel on his time off, to keep people from seeking him out, during non school hours. "I still teach the dunderheads, those that seem incapable of grasping the idea that they do not stir the caludron with there wand, or Merlin help me I have twin girls who are kin to Neville Longbottem's and inherited his grace or rather lack there of with potions." he shook his head his dark hair going in his eyes."Its a competition to see who is going to drive me grey first." he said as he pushed his chicken cordoun blue about his plate.

He started when her pale hand brushed his hair back from his brow, she'd always wanted to do that. "I see no grey , just midnight black." she informed him and he caught her hand in his and turned her hand over.

His slender index finger trailed along her palm, he looked down at it studiously,then raised his black eyes up to her. "I know you consider divination rubbish." he smirked "but this says your going to have a long life." he trailed his finger along her life line, he peered intently at her hand.

He was reading her palm!

She leaned foward to see what he was doing, so close his hair brushed his chin. " I thought you didn't believe in Palm Reading, Hermione." he said with an amused look. "But if you must know, you love line tells me, you will only wed once, and you will have three children." he let her hand go despite the tingles in it.

"What about your palm?" she asked softly he glanced down at his and then back to her. He strightend up and then got to his feet."Mine says if I don't get back there going to come look for me, this is my last night in France."

Somehow the thought of him going and leaveing struck her like a blow from a well placed weapon, she almost doubled over in physical pain, seeing the distress go across her face,he steadied her. She pressed into his side and almost sobbed he could feel her shake.

He payed the full bill,though she had said she would pay half and he hushed her weak protests from his side with a stern look. He nodded to the man who watched them leave with an annoying little grin, that Severus felt like going back in and knocking off his face, wand optional.

"Do you think I would be to foward to ask you to stay the night?"she whispered "I don't expect anything...I.. just.. seeing you made me incrediablely lonely." her honey colored eyes looked up into his and he pursed his lips into a thin line.

" I expect nothing intimate Miss.Granger" he stated firmly and wondered how the hell a single pair of amber eyes had destroyed so many years of resolve with out even trying. "Furthur more, Hermione no questions I'd like to leave that behind as best as I can." she could only nod.