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******Severus******

He knew one month was not a lot of time, but it also wasn't too short a time for at least ONE memory of him and Miss Granger together. Besides, part of him wasn't sure he wanted to remember. While the idea of being with Miss Granger was a tantalizing one, it wasn't that appealing in a practical sense. First of all, she was much younger than him. And although in wizarding society this was fairly common, having been her former professor made people more apt to squint at their relationship than if they met by other means.

And then there was the fact that she had been his "slave". Forced to wait on him hand and foot, and perhaps suffering a bit from what the muggles called "Stockholm syndrome". Why else would Miss Granger regard him so highly despite the deplorable way he treated her as a student and as his ward. He humiliated her constantly, as well as took advantage of her. Not just with the whole lingerie thing. But he took advantage of her kind and compassionate nature. And now she was convinced that they were in love.

It was such a mess.

Speaking of Miss Granger's kindness, Severus was currently waiting to see what she would do next. It seemed she was taking this whole one month wager thing rather seriously. It was day 8 and she had diligently attended to him every single day. In the mornings she made breakfast and then they would go their separate ways. Miss Granger helped rebuild Hogwarts, and Severus was doing double duty helping the aurors track rogue Death Eaters and then helping Interim Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, with restructuring the government. Apparently, heading the new Order had impressed quite a few people and many were encouraging Snape to use his brilliant mind and noble heart in the political realm. Maybe even become a member of the Wizengamot.

Not that he was thinking that far ahead.

"Miss Granger, what…..what's all this?" A puzzled Severus Snape asked as he entered his bedroom that evening. The resulting smile that she gave him made his cock twitch. He cleared his throat, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. The room was dimly lit, with nothing but a few meager candles to provide light. His bed had been made, and Miss Granger was currently draped across his black satin sheets in deep, emerald green lingerie, and strappy, silver heels. In front of her was a big bowl of grapes. Silently, Severus watched as she carefully pushed the round fruit into her mouth.

"This is for you Severus," she replied, sitting up and sliding off the bed. "And how many times do I have to remind you to call me Hermione," she chided gently. She approached him with a seductive gait and Severus tensed as her hands caressed his shoulders. "You've been working hard. Chasing down fledgling Death Eaters and trying to reestablish our government. I just thought you could use a little bit of pampering tonight."

Not five minutes later, Severus found himself basically naked, with only his bed sheet to preserve his modesty as Hermione proceeded to give him a full body massage. A massage which left him halfway between horny and sleepy, but utterly relaxed. And now he was reading purely for pleasure while Hermione fed him grapes. Although it was hard to pay attention to the words with her soft, warm body pressed up against him. Not to mention her dainty fingers combing through his hair. And the scent of the oils she used to massage him was still hanging in the air. Severus knew he had never been treated so well in all of his life. Was this what being loved was like? He turned to her, which she mistakenly took to mean he wanted more grapes. "Actually," he prompted, halting her movements. "I wanted to say thank you. You've treated me like a king these past few days."

He pressed a kiss to her wrist, causing a noticeable shiver to travel through the sexy, young witch's body. "Well, I've been serving you for over six months. I thought this would be a sure fire way to jog your memory. Besides, I enjoy doing these things and I'm not gonna stop until the month is up. But hopefully you'll remember before then."

Severus frowned, "I don't think I ever asked for you to do all of this, right?" He questioned, gesturing to the candles and grapes and her lingerie.

Hermione shook her head. "No. I went the extra mile on my own. I just wanted to show you how much I truly care. And to try this," she reached for his hands bringing them to her chest.

"Hermione I-"

"It's okay Severus. I want you to touch me. Feel me. Trace my curves with your hands and remember," Hermione purred, guiding his fingers to stroke the tops of her pillowy breasts. It was then that he noticed the glint of a diamond on her finger. She must've noticed his stare because she began to explain. "You didn't exactly propose, you wanted to wait until after the final battle for me to decide. I never imagined that you would want to marry me, but then you gave me this."

Severus sighed and pulled the lovely young witch into his arms. His heart fluttered as he felt how she instantly melted into his hold. He couldn't deny how right she felt in his arms. Nor could he deny how familiar the feeling was. The velvet of her skin, the brassy color of her hair, the warmth of her breath on his neck. Her scent. Everything was tugging at his brain, calling out to him. Begging him to recall a moment. A word. A sound. Something significant. He pressed his forehead to hers, their lips centimeters apart. "I wish I could remember us." His voice forlorn and obviously frustrated.

"I wish you could too."