Disclaimer: Harry Potter in all its glory and wonder is not mine. The series is the product of J.K. Rowling's amazing mind, and I am just taking it for a quick joy ride.

Guess who's back? Back again? Reessees is back, tell a friend (to read my story)! Hehehe. Just a little note to my four faithful readers, the lyrics in the last chapter are from my choir class, by The American Eagles, I think. Okay, so no huge authors note in the beginning this time, you can read that at the end.

Chapter 3: Where are the memories?

"Hermione! Hermione, snap out of it!" Professor Snape's voice rang out, cold and echoing in the world of white. Slowly I stood up and spun around. No Professor Snape in sight. So where's his voice coming from? Not that I could get to him, even if I did know. I'm stuck here, trapped in this blinding white nothingness. As the echoes fade, I begin to wander, letting my feet take me where they will. In the emptiness that surrounds me, a tiny voice in the back of my brain tells me I'm in shock. To have that horrible…memory I guess, come rushing back to me all at once had to cause some kind of mental damage. That's why I'm here. And until the force of it wears off, I'm stuck. So best to get it on with and go through it logically.

1) I was in a dungeon type room for a semi-lengthy period of time. Trapped like a mouse.

2) I was beaten by a hooded figure.

3) I was raped. There's no denying that, cold and hard a fact as it is.

4) I was rescued. But by whom? I don't really know. It could have been anyone. Well not anyone, I know quite a few people who would have laughed and left me there to rot. But the point is, I have no clue as to my 'knight in shining armor's' identity. Although Professor Snape said something about him finding the box with me, so could he be my noble rescuer? Imagining Snape in armor, riding upon a fiery steed to rescue the damsel in distress is enough to make me laugh.

5) A gold box was found next to me, which I think transported me into that memory.

I guess that about covers it. Ands then comes the part where I spend a week with Professor Snape in his quarters, practically chained to the transfigured couch-turned-bed.

"Well." My voice sounded odd in the vast expanse of nothingness. "Not much else I can say about the subject. Can I please get out of here now?" nothing. Hmm… what to do what to do. Maybe if I shut my eyes tight and click my heels three times… ha, like that would work! But for the sake of my fairytale whims, my eyes fluttered and the soft tapping sounds of my Mary Jane's rang out.

When I opened my eyes again I found myself wrapped up in the sheets of Professor Snape's bed, with said Professor sitting in a chair next to the bed. He wasn't really sitting though. He had fallen asleep, and now his chest, arms, and head were sprawled across my legs. It was quite an interesting sensation, to wake up with another person's weight resting lightly upon you. I thought about waking him and telling him what had happened. Surely he would be interested? But for the moment I was content to look at him.

I wouldn't say his features were soft, more over the opposite of soft. He had a hard chiseled chin, and contrary to previous belief, his nose was not too big for his face, only slightly pointed. When his eyes are closed, you really can't see the bags, and the dark irises, nearly indistinguishable from the pupils, did not penetrate your brain with their seething intensity. And his hair, oh his hair. It was not greasy at all, merely shiny and a bit heavy from standing over cauldrons all the time. In fact, it looked soft and silky. How I would like to run my hands through it…

Unwittingly and against every panicked order I sent shooting through it, my arm extended to softly glide against the delicate strands of ebony silk. As my fingers made contact, his eyes fluttered and I froze, barely brushing his scalp. When again the hard obsidian was covered my fingers came alive in a tangled embrace, every nerve exhaling in a long sigh of pleasure against the sheer strands of pure silk. My eyes fluttered closed to match his own, as my fingers continued to float over his scalp in a rhythmic dance. If only it could continue forever, but alas, a sound in the hall made my eyes snap open and I jumped, pulling my fingers from him and holding them close to my chest.

How could merely running my fingers through this man's hair bring me such intense emotion? No way is this good. My breathing hard and labored, I gently leaned forward and slowly pulled my legs from under him, letting his head softly drop and the strands of hair fall around him in a dark halo. It looked so beautiful... Oh please, Hermione, get a grip! He's your Professor! I did a quick search for my wand and found it resting in an inner pocket of the silky nightgown I was wearing. This one was different then the last one. It was dark green and had a little lace at the top and bottom, plus the added bonus of the inner wand pocket at the thigh. With a quick levitation, Professor Snape was resting in the bed. I headed to the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind me and locking it.

Once again I found myself in front of the mirror. Most of the bruises had faded, and the cuts were scabbed over and fading, if not already diminished to pink scars. The ridges are still there, odd and out of place on my otherwise normal back, a mystery. Sighing, I decided I might as well run a bath.

I was surprised to find all my shower/ bath stuff resting on the side of the giant tub, shampoos herbal scrubs and all. Even my mulberry bubble bath was sitting quietly amongst Snape's more masculine items. If I had a tiresome day you could always find me in the bath with a thick book of Muggle poetry, the Christmas-y scent of Mulberry Spice bubble bath from Bath and Body Works (an amazing American store, Muggle when still on the shelf but magical once it's opened to the senses) wafting around me. Just feeling those familiar waves of bliss pass over me was comforting after the crazy week I was having.

The sound of splashing water awoke me, and I groggily realized that Herm- Miss Granger must be up and running a bath. Without even thinking about it, I pulled the covers over my head and snuggled deeper into the sheets, ready to fall into a deep slumber. The sheets and covers. That meant that I was in the bed, and someone had to have put me there. I was betting on Miss Granger, the know-it-all thorn in my side who had been taking up vast amounts of my time and space in my bed. There must have been something wrong with her, and I knew for certain it wasn't just the physical injuries she sustained. There was the inexplicable loss of memory she seemed to be experiencing.

So that must mean she doesn't know me as the ugly bat that terrorized students, and fled into the night as one of the Dark Lord's minions. Albeit, I'm a spy for the Light, and that's why I weaseled my way in and out of the Dark Lord's inner circle. But that did not make up for the terrible acts you had, and still continued to commit. That little voice said, poking fun at my morals and sense of atonement. The stupid little bugger, sounding awfully like Black, always comes in at the worst moments, running amok. I always managed to do something to make a fool out of myself when I start to listen to him.

The Dark Lord had yet to be defeated in a test of magic against the great Harry Potter. To be crude, he was still alive and kicking. Two years ago, Black had died due to Potters carelessness in the Department of Mysteries, and while I had never been very fond of the mangy mutt, the world seemed a little empty for months afterwards. Potter still wasn't over it. Everywhere he went you could see that little cloud of darkness he refuses to let go off. I might be so soft as to say it made you feel sorry for the boy. But he can't just focus on stupid Black who went and got himself killed. The Dark Lord is still out there, and we won't ever be free of his schemes and plans of death. If the nagging feeling at the back of my brain was any indication, I had a feeling that the Dark Lord had something to do with Miss Granger's sudden amnesia. And Miss Granger's safety was beginning to become utterly important to me.

Not quite sure if it was okay, I helped myself the one tiny towel Snape seemed to own and wrapped it around my body. It didn't quite cover it, so instead it went to a hair-turban. There was also a soft bathrobe hanging from the door, black of course. I shrugged and slipped it on. It smelled of sandalwood and the dark rich aroma of forests, and under that was a uniquely man-smell. It was that little whiff of Snape. Any man could smell like sandalwood and forests, but it wouldn't be the same as Snape without that little something else. I tied the string tight around my waist and gave a little chuckle. I'm pretty... petite I guess. Meaning I am 5 foot 3, and curvy. The robe was meant for someone tall, and it literally hung on me, pooling at my feet. I brushed the sleeves up off my arms and grabbed the door handle.

He was already looking at the door before I came out, but when he saw me in his robe, I wasn't sure whether he was angry or not.

"I'm sorry sir, it's just you only had one towel and it wasn't exactly big enough. So rather than risk indecent exposure, I borrowed your robe. I hope that's okay." No reaction. Bad sign. "I guess I could've transfigured another bigger towel, or done something of the like, but it really didn't occur to me until now. I'm really sorry, sir." Something slid behind his eyes, darkening them for a moment and he finally opened his mouth.

"No Miss Granger, it's alright. Using magic to fix my mistake would have been too strenuous on you just yet. I apologize for my lack of towels. Now, I must recommend that you get back in bed."

Sigh. I wonder if it would be testing my limits to ask if I could go to the library instead. It wouldn't be that strenuous on me, just sitting there and reading books.

"I know that look Miss Granger. You can not go to the library just yet. Although, I suppose you might be aloud to wander my personal library for a bit and pick out a few tomes to read in bed. The library is just through that door."

Oh joy! Professor Snape gave a flourish of his arm and a door appeared just next to the lavish door I had been so drawn to earlier. The musty scent of old books greeted me as I walked into the room. Walked, not ran, although it took a great deal of effort to keep from squealing with joy and skipping along.

toaster pop Done! Finally. It took me so long to write this chapter, mainly because I really didn't know where to go with it. I mean, I have a general plot line laid out and stuff, but I really don't know where this story is really going. I've also been spending a lot of time on another story I'm writing (my own original work!!! Excited!) instead of focusing on this.

I got a beta!!! Yay! Praise and thanks to Louise (Moon-Pixie00) for putting up with me and helping me to get this chapter to you guys. She's been a real help, even if it's just giving me the courage to write this knowing someone actually cares about it.

Hopefully chapter four will be better than this, with more conscious Hermione and a little Snape POV. The next chapter is going to be relationship development and such, and then after that I'll try and get into Hermione entering back into the real world. Okay, chapter four here I come!

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