Title: Remember

Author: Tartan Lioness

Disclaimer: Not mine, JK Rowling's.

Summary: She remembers the long road from friendship to lovers…ADMM post-HBP

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She remembers the first time she saw him. She was 16 and she admired him right from the start.

She remembers their chess games – how he had given her a whole new set when she beat him the first time.

She remembers their dance at her graduation. She remembers the companionable silence. She remembers how she shivered as he put his hand on her back. She remembers the tears in her eyes, masked by the brilliant smile she wore as she got on the train home for the last time.

She remembers how the journey started.

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She remembers the joy she felt when she was contacted about the position as Transfigurations professor.

She remembers the late nights correcting papers and writing responses to letters together.

She remembers they playful banters and the arm-in-arm walks about the Hogwarts grounds.

She remembers their friendship.

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She remembers dinner at the high table in the Great Hall.

She remembers feeling his closeness as they sat next to each other.

She remembers having no appetite for a long time because of his closeness.

She remembers crying in her bed because of the uncommon feelings inside her.

She remembers the secret feelings.

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She remembers the war. The way He Who Must Not Be Named gained power.

She remembers the fear.

She remembers the way no one trusted anyone.

She remembers the original Order of the Phoenix.

She remembers how she was injured and how she had to force him to leave her side at St. Mungo's to have the group picture taken. After all, he was the leader.

She remembers the fear and the pain.

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She remembers how she'd rage over Severus' unfairness.

She remembers coming to him in the middle of the night, scared to death because of a nightmare.

She remembers how he'd take her in his arms and comfort her.

She remembers the soft stroke of his thumb against her cheek.

She remembers feeling safe.

She remembers the unbreakable comradeship.

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She remembers their late nights playing chess, never saying a word.

She remembers their night of debating – how they'd agree to disagree.

She remembers how she would laugh at his childishness.

She remembers one night where he simply came into her office with a grave look upon his face.

She remembers how she looked up from Hermione Granger's first essay with an arched eyebrow.

She remembers with a smile how he'd stepped up to her and lifted her out of her chair before kissing her gently.

She remembers how he tasted of chocolate and lemons.

She remembers how they didn't speak or kiss anymore. No words had been enough to explain the feelings within them both.

She remembers how they'd simply stood there, holding each other.

She remembers the everlasting love.

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She remembers as she sits there in front of the marble white tomb, alone.

She remembers the long journey from friends to lovers.

She remembers the story of two hearts and one destiny.

The End.

A/N: Yep, written in the same style as Maybe...'cause I like it. Thanks for reading.