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"Everything up until the end of the War," Pansy said slowly.

Hermione's head dropped. "So the past year…"

Pansy looked at her. "It's not permanent." Hermione looked up at her. Pansy continued. "There are bits, pieces that he remembers. He fought it. He dueled with Percy, apparently; he had to deflect quite a few Obliviates before Percy managed to land him with one, so he was able to prepare somehow…"

"Pansy," Hermione said quietly. "Please just tell me what he remembers…"

Pansy paused. "I don't know if it's my place to tell you that. You can come see him."

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Pansy brought Hermione into a white-washed room. Severus lay on the bed, a diagnostics chart to his right constantly changing with his physical and mental statistics.

"Severus," Hermione whispered, hurrying to the bed. She leaned in towards him, putting her hand on his forehead. "Oh my darling, please…"

Pansy quietly left the room.

His eyes flickered open. He seemed to rack his brain, trying to recognize her. Oh God, please no…Hermione felt her heart break, and slowly withdrew.

She gasped as his hand firmly grasped her wrist.

"Hermione," he whispered. "That's your name."

"Yes." She nodded, barely breathing. "Yes, it is."

"I don't remember all the reasons why. But something…I know that we…we have something, don't we?"

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Pain clenched her heart.

"Yes," she said, fighting the tears coming to her eyes. "Yes, we have…something."

"We worked together during the War," he continued.

She nodded, incapable of speech.

"We made potions together…we fought together. Both in the War and against each other," he said wryly.

Hermione paused, tentative. "Do you remember that night, two months ago…"

He looked at her quizzically. "What?"

She closed her eyes, trying to block the pain. "Nothing, Severus. Nothing."

"I feel something for you and I don't remember why," he said slowly. He looked into her eyes. "You need to help me remember."

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Hermione left the room quietly, turning to watch him as he fell asleep. She met Pansy in the hall.

"How did it go?" Pansy asked her, a concerned look in her eye.

Hermione sighed. "He remembers me. He knows that he feels something for me, but he doesn't know why." He doesn't remember that night, she thought. She shut her eyes, unconsciously putting a hand on her stomach.

"But he doesn't know that he loves you," Pansy said pragmatically. She looked at Hermione again, searching, and realizing. "And he doesn't remember that you're pregnant."

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Hermione looked up at her, surprised.

"You put your hand on your stomach," Pansy said. "It was an…educated guess."

Hermione sighed. "He didn't know before…no one even knew we were together before. We kept it quiet. Everyone in there," she gestured towards the waiting room. "Thinks that we've been beating around the bush."

"As it were." Pansy smiled wickedly.

"How long will the therapy take?" Hermione asked quietly.

"A few months. He should be able to recover most of his memory by the time your little one comes. And what's more, he wants to." Pansy smiled. "Allow me to be the first person to congratulate you."

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A/N: Well, what did you think: )