From the last chapter of BIWEB:

Hermione smiled. "Thank you, Professor. I'll see you in twenty years." Hermione lifted the goblet to her lips and drained it. A bright white light filled her eyes, and Hermione closed her eyes.

When the light faded, Hermione instantly found herself in two sets of familiar arms. "Oh, we missed you, Mione," said Ron into her ear. She laughed and hugged them back. She grinned widely. She was home, with her friends. It was going to be okay.

Chapter Seven: Not Remembering

"If you boys are quite finished welcoming Miss Granger back, I believe I need to have a word with her." Hermione looked over to where Dumbledore was standing. His eyes sparkled with that knowing twinkle.

Ron and Harry nodded, and left, after giving Hermione another friendly hug. Dumbledore walked over to sit behind his desk, and motioned for Hermione to take a seat.

"Now, Miss Granger, I assume that you had enough sense not to go telling anyone about their future?" Hermione nodded. "Good. Now, I sense something is troubling you. What is it?"

"Professor, do you know if my spell worked? The one I put on Sev- on Professor Snape?" Dumbledore sighed.

"I do not know when you intended him to remember your presence in his seventh year, but if he has, he made no comment to me about it." Hermione's face fell. "Of course, Severus is not a very open person." Hermione smiled weakly.

"Not to anyone." Hermione's brow furrowed. That had been the first time she had casted the spell on a person. If it didn't work, then he would only remember her as a bookish know-it-all that he taught potions to.

"If you want, Miss Granger, I can call him here," said Dumbledore. Hermione blanched.

"No, if...if he doesn't remember, I'd feel very foolish." She looked at the ground. "Do you think it's better if he doesn't? I mean, its not like he's the boy I've spent the past two months with, is it? All those years, him joining the death eaters...that has to have changed him."

"If you truly wish to know what I think, Miss Granger," said Dumbledore, "I think that you, and he, deserve to be happy. I knew Severus for six years before you met him, and never once did I see his face light up like it did whenever he looked at you. If you need my help, my door is always open."

Hermione nodded, and left Dumbledore's office. As the moving staircase deposited her at the bottom, she found herself instantly in the company of Harry and Ron.

"Hermione, what happened?" asked Ron. "You have to tell us all about it."

"Right, I will," she said. "After I get something to eat. Are they still serving dinner?"

"No, but we can go to the kitchens. Ron and I haven't eaten either." Harry hugged her again. "I'm so glad you're back. We," he said quickly, "are so glad you're back." He stepped back and looked at her. She realized she was still in the harem girl outfit. "Playing Halloween?"

"I came straight to Dumbledore's office after I left the Halloween ball," explained Hermione as they began to walk to the kitchens.

"That's not fair," said Ron. "All we get is a feast."

"So, tell us, Hermione," said Harry. "What happened? Did you meet my parents? What about Sirius?"

Hermione frowned. "You guys, I'm going to tell you exactly what happened. But if you interrupt me, I'm not going to finish. So, let me talk." Ron and Harry both nodded, and Hermione began to tell them exactly what happened.
"...and now I'm not sure if he remembers me," finished Hermione. They were now sitting at a small table in the kitchens. She looked up to judge their reactions. Ron looked thoroughly disgusted.

"You...you snogged Snape?" Hermione sighed. "Hermione...that's..."

"I know Ron." She narrowed her eyes at him, and stood up. "I should have known you would have reacted this way. Just because you and he don't see eye to eye-"

Ron stood up. "Hermione, he was a death ea-"

"He was a spy for our side!" she yelled. "He was helping us! And I knew him before that. I realize he's changed. That's why...I've decided. If he doesn't remember me, then I'm okay with it." She turned and walked a few steps away.

"I can't believe you let him see you naked." Hermione spun around, her eyes flaming.

"My god, Ron! You are acting like you expected me to stay abstinent all my life and become a nun, or something!"

"I don't care if you have sex," yelled Ron. "Just try to stay within ten years of your own age!"

"I cannot believe I'm having this conversation with you," said Hermione. She sighed, and looked at Ron. "Come find me when you grow up." She stormed out of the room. Ron sat back down and looked at Harry.

"Can you believe that? She was standing up for him. For Snape." Harry looked at Ron with one eyebrow raised.

"You know what, Ron? I think she's right." Ron gaped at him.

"You can't be serious."

"I am. She has found someone who makes her genuinely happy, and the first thing you do is point out his faults." Ron didn't say anything, just looked down at the ground. "It could have been worse. She could have fallen for Malfoy. Or Sirius."

"How is Sirius worse?" Ron looked very confused, like a child trying to put a square peg into a round hole. "I mean, he's gone..."

"And Hermione knew he wouldn't be here," said Harry. "So she probably would have decided to stay in that time." They sat in silence for a moment.

"Harry, should I go apologize? I still don't think she should have kissed him, or gone out with him, or lied about what house she was in, but I do want Hermione to be happy. She's our best friend, and she deserves it." Harry smiled.

"I'll go talk to her," he said. "She probably won't listen to you."
Hermione furiously closed another book. Every other time she had been mad at Ron or Harry, the library had been her sanctuary, letting her leave her anger behind as she read. But not now. Now her mind was buzzing with everything that was happening to her. What would she do if Severus didn't remember her? What would she do if he did? Would Ron ever be able to accept her? Her eyes snapped to the door as it opened. Harry stepped inside.

"Come to tell me that Snape's no good, too?" she asked bitterly, laying her head down on the table.

"Actually, I came to tell you that Ron says he's sorry. He said that he still doesn't think you should be with Snape, but he wants you to be happy, no matter what that means." He smiled. "As for me, I think that you would be good for him."

Hermione smiled, and looked up at him. "Thank you." She sighed. "At least that's one of my problems out of the way. Harry, what do you think I should do if he doesn't remember me? I know I said I would let it go, but..."

"It's hard to let go of someone you love," he finished for her. Hermione nodded as a tear rolled down her cheek. "I know, Hermione. When Sirius died, you remember, I was in such a deep depression. It would be even harder for you, because Snape isn't gone. I think that you should try to make him remember." He sat down across from her at the table. "But remember, Hermione, Ron and I are here for you. No matter what."

Hermione smiled. "Thanks, Harry. That makes me feel better." She sighed, and leaned back in her chair. "I think I'm going to go to bed. Tell Ron I'll talk to him tomorrow."
The next morning, Hermione walked to breakfast with Harry and Ron. As they walked into the great hall, Hermione cast a hopeful glance at the head table. Snape was sitting there with a sour look on his face as Professor Sprout talked to him. She sighed, and followed Ron and Harry to the Gryffindor table.

"Are you okay, Mione?" asked Ron. Hermione sighed again, but nodded. He and Harry shared a worried look.

"I'm fine, you guys. What class do we have first?" Harry and Ron both gulped audibly. "Well, judging by that reaction, the answer would be potions." She sat up and brushed her hair away from her face. "Seriously, you guys, I'm fine. Stop acting like I could explode any second." She sighed at her empty plate. "I'm not hungry. I'll be in the library until first bell."
Dumbledore looked worriedly at the young woman as she left the hall, then to the sullen potions master. At this rate, neither one was ever going to be happy again. Hermione had found love, but it was now just out of her reach, and Severus knew he had found love once, but could not remember how, who, or even when. If you looked in his eyes, you could see the beginnings of a plan beginning to piece themselves together.
Hermione sighed as she walked down the hall to the potions classroom. She was going to have to be in a room for an hour with him telling her that she was doing this potion wrong and she shouldn't be such a know-it-all. Just the thought of him hating her that much made her eyes water. She blinked back the tears, and opened the door, taking her seat just as Snape came in through another door.

"Everyone pass your homework to the front," he said coldly. Hermione had forgotten to ask Ron and Harry for their assignments. She sighed as she just passed the stack of parchment to the front. When all of the homework was on Snape's desk, he turned to the blackboard and waved his wand. Letters appeared, and Snape turned to face the class. "The Obdormio potion. Can anyone tell me what this is?"

Hermione, out of habit, raised her hand. "Ah, yes," said Snape scornfully. "I had almost forgotten what it was like to have Miss Granger answering all the questions. Is there anyone else?" no one raised a hand. "Very well. Miss Granger, care to enlighten us?"

"The Obdormio is one of the world's most powerful sleeping drafts. If the user takes even one drop too much, he or she would fall into an irreversible coma." Hermione's breathing had become labored when he had started dishing out insults. She felt Harry slip his hand into hers and give it a friendly squeeze. As Snape turned back to his desk, she smiled at Harry. "Thanks," she whispered.
When the bell rang, all the students put away the ingredients and left a flask of their potions on Snape's desk. Hermione was the last one out, and had almost reached the door, when-

"Miss Granger," came Snape's drawling voice from his desk. "Could you come here?" Hermione stiffened.

'You're okay, Mione,' she thought to herself. She turned and walked up to Snape's desk. "Is there a problem, Professor?"

"I noticed that you did not turn in your homework assignment."

"Sir, I only just got back last night. There's no way I could have known what the assignment was, much less have finished it in time."

"You will receive an incomplete until I have it in my possession."

"Yes sir. May I go?" Snape nodded, and waved her off. She was almost to the door when she stopped. There was something she had to know. She turned back around to face him. "Professor, may I ask you a question?"

"Miss Granger, I am busy."

"Please, Professor," said Hermione, her voice sounding desperate.

"Get out of my classroom, Miss Granger."

"Severus, please!" she clamped a hand to her mouth. Snape raised an eyebrow at her.

"Very well, Miss Granger. Ask your question before you are late to your next class." Hermione let her hand fall back to her side, and thought about her question carefully.

"The September third of your seventh year, you went to Hogsmeade. Who were you with?" Hermione held her breath, waiting for the answer.

Severus's brow furrowed. "If I recall, I was with Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Now, if you will excuse me, I will not ask how you came by that information." He stood and walked over to a set of shelves.

"Are you absolutely sure that's all?" asked Hermione desperately. 'Please, please remember.'

"I am quite certain. You have two minutes before you are late." Hermione nodded, and turned, running out of the classroom. When she was in the entrance hall, the tears started flowing. She couldn't go to arithmancy like this. Instead, she turned and went to the library.
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