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Rating: PG13+ for swearing and maybe R for later chapters and only if there is a reason!

Genre: Romance and weirdness…

Warning! Fuck the warning you guys are probably sick of it by now…

I sat next to that bed for what seemed like hours, worried about how well my Professor was and how well my healing job worked, when instinctively I knew it was perfect.

I felt his pale hand gently squeeze my hand. He was awake! I lifted my head to look him in the eye and saw that they weren't as guarded as they usually were, more like…confused.

"Where am I…" the older wizard rasped. I handed him a glass of water which he quickly finished.

"Sir, are you not aware of what the Hospital Wing looks like? You were in here yesterday…"

"I do not recall such an event, to be truthful I do not recall anything, not even you. Should I know you? Miss…?"

It seemed as if the Professor had lost a lot of his memory and in the wizarding world, not many recovered their memories, when psychologically initiated. His mind would only be able to heal through time and if it were a matter of magic it would have been healed along with his physical injuries.

"Uh…Miss. Granger. Although if you wish it I could help you in the healing process to get your memories back? Then you would call me Hermione or Mia for short." I was babbling and I knew it.

"That sounds very generous of you Miss. but I have some sort of feeling that you did not like me. You must have something better to do that look after me and tell me about this place I find myself in."

I almost laughed at the way he talked, he sounded more like Snape than he was before, but kind, gentle and his voice was still a little husky from the pain induced slumber.

"No, sir. Actually I find myself with very little to do now that the exams are over and this is my last year. But you do have a lot to deal with, your classes still have to be taught and you need to regain you memory. I would be very content helping you out. I am in training to be a healer as you previous self did know." I through him a smug look.

"Me a teacher! Wow, that sounds…fun. Sure if you're willing to help than how could I say no? Miss. Hermione." I shivered as he said my name and I was finding it increasingly hard not to kiss him right then right now.

"What exactly do I teach?"

"Potions, sir."

"I will have none of that 'sir' stuff, you should call me by my first name too…which I can't remember." The dark haired man looked extremely defeated and as if he had just given up.

"Your first name is Severus, Severus." I added tentatively. He seemed to like them sound of it and grinned.

"So will I be teaching tomorrow?"

"Uh…maybe but I'll be there to help you ok, you need you rest, some of your students will give you grief, trust me. So just lay back, relax and have nice dreams. I'll be in the bed on your right, behind me, tonight just ask if you need anything."

I stood up off the stool and gave him a small smile and bode him goodnight. Both gestures he returned, making me smile more as I climbed into the infirmary bed.

Yeah! Ferris Wheels…I'm scared, it's too high! Meep!!!

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Jez