Because I am far more clever than you.

“Damn right. Well, fine.” Even the sigh was amusing. Reluctance on his face, George handed over the various pranks he'd brought, thankfully mostly harmless ones. “Hermione would kill me anyway. Just wanted the option.”

Indeed, Severus thought was a wry grin. He Banished the items back to the shop with a satisfying pop. George squeaked his way the quick vow and Severus flicked his wand, lifting the hex.

“Seriously, thanks.”

Severus inclined his head. Ah but thank you, Weasley.

The door shut behind George and Severus distinctly heard him announce: “Done. He got to be justifiably paranoid. Ron, you bloody owe me for that one.”

Severus laughed silently. Damn. The blighter had gotten him after all – but now he had an entire honeymoon to spend plotting his revenge.

He'd carefully burnt his used notecards and had resumed pacing when another knock came, this one more timid than George's had been, and his light wards melted away. They would only do that for one person. He grasped the handle but it wouldn't turn, and Hermione's voice was faint. “Close your eyes.”

He did so.

“Seriously, Severus, you can't look. It's bad luck.” Behind closed lids he rolled his eyes. Oh for fuck's sake... He yanked on the door and this time it opened. “Obscuro! ”

Inhaling sharply in surprise, Severus stumbled backwards, but was caught by a small hand fisting in his crisp white shirt next to the row of small buttons. “Sorry.” He could hear the smile in her voice, and he heard the door close behind her. “Didn't mean to startle you, but I didn't want you to see me. Well, before, I mean. Obviously once this all gets underway you can look -”

Cease your prattling, he signed. I did understand what you meant.

“Oh, good.” Hermione sighed and Severus opened his eyes under the blindfold. Thanks to his nose preventing the cloth from entirely blinding him, he actually had a rather fantastic view down the front of her worn robe and the delicate gold chain of the pink diamond pendant he'd given her. Merlin, but whatever brassiere she was using made her breasts look incredible. He waited, but she was quiet.

Hermione.

“Oh, yes! Sorry. You just... look great.” A pause. “I could feel your wards going up from my room and I wanted to make sure you were alright. And get myself away Ginny.” Hermione sounded exasperated. “She's got baby brain and I can't stand another moment of pregnancy chatter.”

Lips curling into a smile, Severus reached for her and blindly pulled her into his arms. He could feel the jealousy coloring her tone, and she relaxed as he held her. Without his eyes, he could pick up the faint trace of her conditioner under the Sleekeazy's and he suppressed the urge to bury his face in her curls. He hadn't seen her since yesterday morning, and he wouldn't be bloody allowed to see her until she was walking down the aisle. Vaguely, he wondered which of them was more nervous. Neither found particular enjoyment in being the center of attention.

Hermione hummed against his chest and squeezed him tighter for a moment before pulling away with a small laugh. “Better, I think.”

Much. Hermione caressed his jaw gently.

“Are you nervous? ”

Of the ceremony itself, no. Having so many eyes upon us, yes. They were both silent for a long moment. You are certain about tonight?

“About marrying you, or about a bond? ”

The binding.

Hermione sighed. “Severus, I've told you. I don't mind not having wizarding vows, but I know they're something you want.” His cheeks heated as he nodded. “I don't have experience with them aside from Harry and Ginny's wedding - I only know the Muggle ones.”

Wizarding vows are binding with the couple's magic. It's elemental and powerful in a way unique to each pair. They're stronger than Muggle vows in that aspect, but require vocal affirmation.

“And they're important to you, what you've desired for yourself.” She hesitated, clearly choosing her words. “I don't know how many ways I can explain to you that I am honored and delighted to bond with you. I love you and I have no intention on going anywhere. I'll never change my mind about you, Severus. I love you, fully and completely. I need to bond with you.”

You must be certain. Narcissa told me she explained it –

Hermione laughed and swatted his hands down. “Shut it. Stop being so bloody insecure, you git.” Her tone was fond and he felt her lips briefly upon his cheek. “I know precisely what I'm getting into. We'll spend the rest of our loves together.”

I love you. He smiled in what he hoped wasn't too-tremulous a manner. He had a fearsome reputation to maintain, after all.

“I love you, too, ” she replied. “It's okay to be nervous; I am.”

Don't be.

“I know.” Her curls flashed in the slit of vision he had. “I should get going before Mum drags me out of here.”

Or Ginevra decides you need more eyeshadow, he sneered.

Giggling, Hermione kissed his cheek again. “Thankfully, I think I'm done when it comes to that. See you in twenty minutes or so.”

Severus nodded curtly, and waited for the door to close before he touched the blindfold. Her magic dissipated, leaving him blinking as his eyes adjusted. His wards slid back into place and he sagged in relief before dropping into the provided chair.

Waiting for his cue to don the rest of his attire was going to be nerve-wracking, and he wished he'd packed a third atomized Calming Draught.

“Stop fidgeting, ” Cissy chided, running her wand along his shoulders and down to ensure his suit was suitably pressed and lint-free. “I already told you I won't try to do anything with your hair, and I would appreciate it if you'd show a little trust.”

Severus snarled at her reflection in the mirror. She'd rapped on the door to assist him and she had immediately looked at his head in a most disproving manner. He'd just barely gotten her wand away from her – he knew from experience with Lucius that that particular look meant trouble for whoever her target was, and he damn well didn't need her fussing over his bloody hair. Hermione knew what he looked like, and this was the best he could get it. He didn't want Cissy trying out some charm now of all times.

Narcissa passed her wand over his boots, making them gleam, before standing back with a satisfied air. “Much better. At the very least, you're presentable.”

Rolling his eyes, Severus affixed the boutonniere to his lapel and nearly pierced his thumb in the process.

“You should have used a Sticking Charm. Oh, wait – Muggles.” Narcissa brushed an imaginary speck off her pristine gown. She had somehow gotten a hold of a very chic designer pencil skirt and jacket to go with a blouse clearly made from acromantula silk. Trust Narcissa to look impeccable no matter how she was dressed. “Still, you look very handsome.”

Severus snorted, amused at her diplomatic answer.

“Mother? Severus? ” Draco rapped on the door. “It's nearly time.”

“I should go.” Narcissa patted him on the arm before opening the door. “Why, Draco, don't you look put-together.”

“Thank you, ” the blond replied stiffly. “Do I need to escort you? ”

“I believe I can return to my seat with little trouble.” Narcissa swept off down the hall, and Draco shut the door behind her. Once again the room was quiet, the soft string music that filled the hall silent. He looked stiff in the tailored Muggle suit, but managed to pull it off with typical Malfoy elegance.

Draco gave him a confident smile. “Ready? ”

Severus crossed his arms over his chest, looking down his nose at the boy. Of course I bloody am.

The sun fell just right in the old stone church Hermione had chosen from her list. It had made the list because her parents had had her dedicated there when she was just a few months old. It was an old church near where her father's parents had resided, with large windows and a garden surrounding it that had Longbottom trying to take in all at once. The way the boy was twisting in his pew, Severus thought it only a matter of time before he broke his damn neck.

Narcissa sat primly in the first row of his side, the closest family he had left, her aristocractic features smoothed into a perfect half-smile. She looked almost like a doting older sister, and he nodded at her. Minerva sat staunchly beside her, and behind those two most formidable of ladies were Molly and Arthur, the former daring him from under her best hat to make them sit elsewhere.

Bloody stubborn Gryffindors. Were he given to fits of emotion, he would have been touched by the support.

Hermione's side held several Muggles he wasn't familiar with, but he heard the lilt of questions in French and the hushed murmur of English inflection. Jean smiled at him from where she stood, and he inclined his head towards her as well. Draco was doing his best not to glower at Harry and the rest of the wizards and witches crammed into the further rows of the church.

His palms were sweaty and he hated it, hated waiting nervously like a spotty teen on his first date. He'd nearly gone for his wand when the photographer popped up in front of him. He much preferred Lovegood's unobtrusive method, but he supposed that Jean and Anthony couldn't very well openly display moving photos on their walls.

The priest, reverend, whatever the man was, gestured to the quartet and the strain of the violin made the guests all turn in their seats. Severus straightened, squaring his shoulders.

Ginevra was first, walking sedately down the aisle in a pink gown and her hair in an elegant knot, carrying a small bouquet of white roses.

“Congratulations, ” she had the audacity to whisper to him as she took her place, mirroring Draco. Severus frowned at her.

The music paused, then changed. Was it him, or was his cravat too tight? It had to be too tight. Surely he – a man who had faced the Dark Lord and lied repeatedly without his bloody knees knocking together – wasn't getting choked up, of all things. He'd stared down rooms of murderous witches and wizards, peddling his tales. He'd stood at the head of a classroom full of dunderheads waiting to cause explosions and the resulting paperwork without flinching.

And it was the sight of Hermione standing to the doors on Anthony's arm that would have brought him to his knees had it not been for Draco's steady hand.

Anthony was beaming, his eyes bright and happiness in his smile. It was Hermione that Severus stared at, uncaring how openly displayed his emotions were.

She was... radiant. There was no other word for her. Well, perhaps perfection. Bliss personified. Hermione's brown eyes met his and she smiled wider. There was a sort of tremulous joy in her as she moved slowly towards him.

He could just see the toes of her flat white shoes peeping out from under her dress, and oh, her dress! It had been made for her. She was beautiful.

The dress itself was a pale pink, matching the enchanted roses in her bouquet, similar to the one he'd gifted her with so long ago, and overlaid with a delicate white lace. It shimmered slightly as she walked to the wedding march, and as she drew nearer he saw the small crystals sewn into it. Merlin, she was a vision. Dainty ivy and lily of the valley peeked out amongst the roses, and the gold spiral earrings she'd borrowed from Jean sparkled against her curls.

Hermione's curls were pinned back and falling down about her in a cascade. She had been right – a veil would have ruined the effect.

She was the most wondrous and beautiful bride the world had ever seen, he was sure. Hermione was so beautiful. She nearly glowed with each step. Hesitantly, his fiancee, his bride, came to a stop, her train sweeping behind her.

“I'm supposed to play father of the bride, ” Anthony said in a trembling voice, “and tell you to be good to her. But I don't think I have to. I can't imagine anyone better than you, son.”

Anthony patted Hermione's hand, clearly choking back emotion. Severus nodded to him, just the once, feeling the fool as her father passed her bouquet to Ginevra and Hermione's hands found his. All at once he was grounded, his nerves and the eyes on them gone.

It had all come to this. From a short Christmas visit to a rather panicky date to living together to... this. This moment. This perfect, perfect moment.

The music died off and Severus escorted her up the few stone steps; they faced the priest and took each other's hands. Hermione's digits felt strange in his with the absence of her engagement ring.

“You look...incredible, ” Hermione whispered as the priest began to speak. Severus tilted his head forward, his hair sheltering him from their guests, and met her eyes with his.

He slipped into her mind easily. His sanctuary: he was so used to this these days and her mind was bright with love. Smiling at her, he pushed his emotions towards her. The pride that she was standing there with him. The love that welled up inside. The nervousness, the joy, the hope... everything.

“Stop it, ” Hermione whispered on a giggle. “You're going to make me cry! ”

Smirking, Severus let the connection break gently. Merlin forbid he allow her to smudge the painstaking handiwork she'd wrought, for it was worth every charm and daub.

“If you two would like to pay attention? ”

“Sorry.” Hermione laughed, and Severus flushed as the guests tittered. Damn. He hadn't been paying any heed to the proceedings.

The priest shook his head, amused. “Not to worry, young lady. You're not the first, I assure you.” He raised his voice as Ginevra handed Hermione the ring. “Now then. I'd like you to repeat after me.”

“I, Hermione, take you, Severus, to be my husband. I promise to be faithful, to be kind. I offer you my unconditional love, my respect, my honour, and my friendship. I will stand by you in good times and bad, in times of sickness and in times of health. I will share your sorrow and your joy, your heart and your home. I will protect what we have now and will come to have with the last breath in me.” Hermione smiled at him, his hand held in hers, ring hovering over his fingertip. “These are my vows, and I seal them with this ring and my love.”

The ring slid into place, feeling foreign and cool. Draco stepped forward, holding Hermione's ring. Hermione carefully brushed away the tears threatening to spills over her lashes.

“Now, repeat after me.”

Severus raised his hands, his black eyes on her brown. I, Severus, take you, Hermione, as my wife. I promise to be faithful, to cherish and honour you. I offer you my love, my respect, and my friendship. He nearly stumbled over the signs in his haste to catch up with the priest. I will stand by you regardless of any trials we face. I will bear your sorrow and share your joy. I will give you my heart without reserve and provide for us a home. I will protect what we have now and will come to have until my last breath. These are my vows, and I seal them with this ring and my love.

He took the gold band from Draco and slid it onto Hermione's finger. Or tried to – he had a moment of panic where it didn't quite slide on until the sizing charm kicked in. He grinned in relief and Hermione laughed softly.

“Ladies and gentlemen, ” intoned the priest, “I would like to present to you for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Snape. You may now kiss the bride.”

Aware of the cameras and onlookers, Severus raised his right hand, cupping Hermione's cheek. Hermione Snape. His bride, his wife... He tilted his oversized nose so that the hook of it rested against her petal-soft cheek and pressed his mouth to hers. Hermione sighed, her lips curving into a smile as she gripped his left arm to keep her balance on her tiptoes.

When they pulled apart, it was to applause. He decided right there that he loved the way Hermione blushed, how her eyes sparkled as she smiled widely. Severus knew he was grinning foolishly in return, but couldn't be arsed to care.

Together, they turned to the assembled guests as Hermione accepted her bouquet back from Ginevra. The first one to throw anything at us is getting hexed, he thought, assisting her down the stone steps. His hand slid to the small of her back as she adjusted her train and his heart nearly stopped. Buttons. Dozens of them. Little pearl buttons all the way down.

Dear, sweet Merlin.

“Just one more photo, ” Hermione assured him, squeezing his hand. Severus sighed, annoyed, and attempted to stop glowering long enough for the shutter to go off. He had had enough of this madness. First it was stand with Hermione, then Draco, then Ginevra, then Hermione's parents... and various variations thereof. Or he had to wait for Hermione to be done, or stand by this bush, or by the church's doors, ad nauseam.

He hadn't managed to smile for most of the photos, he was certain, but he had attempted not to look entirely menacing. Lovegood must have noticed his flagging patience, because she quietly dragged the Muggle photographer away before Severus could slide his wand out of his sleeve when the man tried to wheedle for another set of retakes 'just in case'.

Oh, thank Merlin, he signed impatiently at Hermione as they moved to a small copse of trees in order to Apparate to the reception.

“I know, ” she moaned, waving goodbye to her parents, who were getting into their car. “No offense, love, but I'm going to be so happy when today is over.”

None taken, he told her. Now that they had a moment alone, he caressed her face and kissed her briefly. Hello, wife.

Hermione kissed him again. “Hello, husband.”

Laughing soundlessly, Severus wrapped his arms around her and spun them both away with a pop.

That is ten too many, Severus snapped, ignoring the chiming of silverware on wine glasses. He wasn't going to bloody kiss her again for their amusement.

“It's just one meal, love, ” Hermione replied. Tossing her curls over her shoulder, she took another careful bite of her steak. “Thank Merlin for repelling charms, I don't know what possessed me to tell Molly that gravy was okay.”

Nodding in agreement that it would be a shame to risk her lovely dress, Severus sliced himself a piece of his chicken. It was delicious and he was reminded just how foolish it had been to skip breakfast, even if its reappearance had been likely. The hall was large, and the fragrance of the candles he'd made filled the space. It smelled comfortably like the Hogwarts library, and the music was soft, filtering through the murmur of conversation.

He was glad Hermione had talked him into a sweetheart's table - daft name - as it allowed them some modicum of privacy. It would be short-lived, however, as he knew they would have to make the rounds at some point and greet their guests.

Someone began hitting their glass again and Hermione turned to them. “Alright, that's enough! Let us eat, will you? ”

She'd put just enough laughter into her tone and whichever relative it had been subsided. Others chuckled, too, softening the rebuke.

Her way was much kinder than his and required a great fewer Obliviates.

“I'm going to be so glad when it's over, ” Hermione muttered, taking a sip from her water glass. Under the table, he squeezed her hand. “Not that I'm not happy, mind, but this is more for them than us.”

Severus was in complete and utter accord with that.

He waited patiently as Hermione gathered her train in one hand before accepting his arm so that he might lead her to the dance floor. Severus was inordinately grateful now for the lessons Lucius had foisted off on him. Almost fondly, he recalled the blond parading him around the Manor's ballroom while Narcissa kept time with an infant Draco.

But learning to waltz with his friends was a far cry from standing here with the woman he loved in his arms. Here, if he misstepped or trod on her toes, or, Merlin forbid, managed to rip her dress, he'd be under a great deal more trouble than merely enduring Lucius's mocking laughter.

The violin picked up the strain of a waltz. Excellent – Hermione had chosen something simple. He'd forgotten to ask if he'd be expected to make an arse out of himself on the floor as well. Thankfully, his witch knew him.

Stepping slowly across the floor together, they fell into rhythm. Hermione was gazing up at him with adoration and Severus forgot they were being watched, being photographed. She fit perfectly in his arms, but he resisted the temptation to dip her for fear he'd drop her.

As the music wound to an end they stopped dancing, Hermione slightly out of breath. He'd be damned if he admitted he was as well, blaming his nerves. He spent nearly all day on his feet, could stalk about London without any trouble, and lift cauldrons with ease. He was not bloody out of shape.

Hermione hugged him briefly, putting him at ease, before moving to ask Anthony to dance. Damn, this was confusing. Was he supposed to stand and watch? Or retake his seat at their table? I am certainly not about to make – he shuddered – small talk.

Jean rescued him a moment later as he walked slowly back to his table, gesturing for him to take Anthony's seat. He nodded briefly to Draco, who was seated between Astoria and Narcissa. Harry was too busy talking with Ginevra to pay him much notice.

“Doing alright? ” Jean asked kindly.

Anxious for it to be over, Severus retorted, then colored as he realised what he had possibly just implied.

Thankfully, his new mother-in-law simply laughed. “I don't blame you. Hermione's trying so hard not to run away. She's not much for the spotlight, but wants to make her father happy. We really do appreciate it, you know. We know it's a lot to ask of the two of you.”

We are more solitary than most, he replied. It is one thing to be in front of a classroom, and another to be the sole focus when you really have no idea what you're to do next.

“It was the same for me.” Jean patted his knee. “When we got married we sort of fumbled through everything. The only things we knew for sure was what time to be where and that along they way we needed to dance and cut the cake. Past that, you sort of wing it.”

Severus scowled, watching Hermione spin across the floor with her father. He preferred potions to people. Well, perhaps with a few exceptions. Hermione threw her head back, laughing, and Severus inhaled slowly. She was so beautiful, her curls flying, the sweep of her dress with those fucking buttons...

Rising swiftly to his feet, he turned to Jean. Care to dance?

She smiled, accepting the hand he offered. “Yes, thank you.”

Severus gingerly turned around the floor with Ginevra. Hermione surprised him by swatting Draco on the shoulder as she giggled at something the boy had said. Perhaps there was hope there after all. Visiting the Malfoys would be so much easier if Hermione could attend and translate for him.

Thankfully, Harry claimed his wife for a dance, and Hermione was free to return to Severus's arm, leaving Draco to ask his fiancee the pleasure.

Attempting some small chivalry, Severus pulled out Hermione's chair for her before seating himself and taking a long sip of water. They watched couples trickle onto the dance floor, occasionally accepting the well-wishes of those who approached their small table.

How much longer? His cravat felt too tight, the room too warm, as he watched far too many red heads dance.

“Not long, ” she murmured. “I suppose that if we go ahead and visit with everyone, we can skip to the cake. Once we've all had cake, I can toss the bouquet and we can -”

Escape? Severus interrupted dryly.

“Not exactly what I'd call it. I'm actually surprised how much of my family came, though.” He'd heard the lament often once the reply cards had begun arriving. “Give me a few minutes to breath and we can go visit. Bloody corset.”

Severus's eyebrows nearly shot into his hairline. Corset?

They extricated themselves from the Weasley's table and headed for the next. Severus was thankful his witch had begun the rounds of visiting their bloody guests with their friends, even if that had meant dodging an embrace from Molly. And Minerva. George had intervened before Ronald's wife could take it upon herself to hug him, thank Merlin for small favors.

“Hello, Nana, ” Hermione said, bending down to kiss a frizzy-haired old woman on the cheek. “Severus, this is Nana Granger. She lives in York now. And this is my cousin, Briony, her sister, Nessa, my aunt Virginia and her husband, Doug. Everyone, this is Severus. I'll translate for him, don't worry.”

“Hello, dear, ” Nana Granger replied. “My, what a lovely dress. You're a beautiful bride. And this is your husband... little old if you ask me.”

Severus raised both brows, but Hermione shot him a quelling look before he could take offense. “I didn't ask, Nana. But that's okay. Severus is going to live a very long time.”

“Takes care of himself, then? ” Her eyes gleamed and before Severus could react, she'd reached behind him and grabbed his arse. Hermione stared, shocked. “Nice and pert. He'll do.”

What the bloody hell?

“Glad you approve, ” she replied faintly. Hermione prevented Severus from drawing his wand and steered him away. “Dear god, ” Hermione muttered, “this is why we tend to avoid Nana.”

Severus grabbed her arm and turned her to face him. Your 'warning' about her did not do her justice. Please tell me the rest of your family will be better behaved.

“I hope so, ” she whispered. “There's just the Puckles and the Allens left, then we can cut the cake.”

Scowling, he stalked to the next table and waited to be introduced. Such a pity he wasn't allowed to intimidate them all and be done with it.

If you so much as think about smashing that infernal concoction on my face, witch, there will be retribution, Severus snapped, his back to the room. The staff was retrieving the cake knife, and Hermione smiled before kissing his cheek.

“Hold onto your patience a bit longer, love, please? ”

I will attempt to. He had had enough of being paraded about like a trophy and was bloody well ready to Apparate out without a care about how many Muggles saw him. I don't particularly want my fingers sticky, either, Hermione.

“I asked for forks, Severus.” He heard the exasperation in her tone and smirked, pleased it wasn't just him.

They both managed to plaster on pleasant expressions. He had considered smiling, but realised that a picture of him baring his teeth at a camera while wielding a knife was likely not what Hermione would want. Then again, it was possible. She was a strange one when it came to him.

Severus wrapped his hand around hers and together they cut down into the cake once, twice, before wrangling a slice onto a plate. Ah, it was the dark chocolate tier, rather than the vanilla. Excellent. Nervousness tinged her smile as she looked up at him and he picked up his fork. The cake was soft as he managed to spear a bite, holding it up. Hermione copied him, rising on tiptoe, her lovely breasts pressing against his arm.

They exchanged bites carefully. His lips closed around her fork, his eyes falling shut. Merlin, he'd forgotten how excellent Molly's cakes were. Even the frosting was sublime: the witch should go into business.

“Oh, that is good! ” Hermione exclaimed. She took another bite, delight on her face. “I can't wait to try the vanilla! ”

“Should have shoved it in her face, ” George muttered, and Severus turned to pin him with a glare. “Bloody hell, it's a joke! ” George paused. “...Would have been funny, though.”

Severus crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall nonchalantly as he observed the pandemonium taking place on the dance floor. Hermione had turned her back on the small crowd of girls, clutching her throwing bouquet.

Lovegood and the Muggle photographer readied themselves. His wife smiled at him, readying herself. He watched as the bouquet soared over her head, hitting the ceiling, and fell towards the clutching hands.

Finally. Severus released Hermione and unlocked the front door of their home. We have a few hours until we need to take our Portkey, he assured her once they were both safely inside.

“Really? Just a few hours? ” Hermione smiled. He smirked wickedly.

Oh, yes. Just a few hours... but that should be plenty of time. Bending, Severus kissed her. He loved kissing her, more so now that they were alone once more. And they were wed.... Married! My wife!

He deepened the kiss, sliding his arm around her waist, feeling those delicate little buttons whose existence had taunted him all evening through the sleeve of his shirt and jacket.

“I'm...so glad... it's over...and I have you all to myself, ” Hermione panted between kisses. “I've missed you...”

And I, you, , Severus thought, holding her more tightly against him with a soft groan.

“Can't breathe! ” Immediately, he released her, concerned. Hermione pressed a hand to her breast. “Sorry... corset...”

His gaze darkened. Oh yes, so I've heard... do I get to see this corset, wife?

Hermione smiled. “I don't think I'll get tired of hearing that.”

You didn't hear it at all, he replied with an amused snort.

“Oh, you can joke about it, ” she teased. “Such progress.”

Severus dropped a kiss to her curls and led the way past their packed trunks and up the stairs to their bedroom. Anticipation of what was to come thrummed through him, but he pushed it down in concern as she struggled to breathe. With a resigned sigh, he stopped them at the landing and gathered her in his arms. Hermione let out a delighted whoop, her arms going around his neck and enveloping him in a cloud of her perfume.

There, I am not out of shape, he reassured himself, carrying the witch into their bedroom. Out of habit, he kicked the door shut. He realised how pointless it was once he'd done it – the was kneazle not in the house – but couldn't be arsed to care. He had an armful of witch – who, thankfully, weighed less than the industrial-sized cauldrons – and he'd been on edge for hours, thinking about tonight.

Carefully, he let Hermione settle to her feet and his bride kicked her shoes off with a happy sigh. From experience, he knew she was likely digging her toes into the thick carpet she had insisted on having in the bedroom. Despite her pleading, he had never done it....Not while she was watching, at any rate.

He waved his wand, lighting the candles in the room.

So, he signed once he had her attention, are you nervous?

“Yes and no, ” Hermione replied candidly. Severus watched as she removed her earrings, placing them carefully on her dresser. “I don't know what to expect, but I know you know what you're doing.”

Reluctant to dissuade her, Severus said nothing, finally loosening the cravat around his neck and cancelling the small charm protecting the scarring on his neck from the friction of the cloth. He knew, in theory, what he was doing, and was confident he could do so. But he had always been a paranoid bastard about things going wrong, and if Hermione was not open to him, it wouldn't work at all... and telling her he didn't know for certain would make it difficult.

Do you have any questions? he asked hesitantly after he'd kicked off his dress shoes and sent them flying to the closet with a flick of his wand. Hermione freed the hair held back with the glittering pins and considered it.

“Sort of. And don't take it the wrong way – but why don't I need to help in some way? ”

Severus winced. Damn her curiosity. He pondered how to reply, one longer finger tracing his lips. There are bonds that require both spouses, he told her finally. I have chosen the bonding for tonight, per your own allowance. No, he raised a hand briefly to shush her. The one for us I chose specifically because the caster can bestow a...gift, of sorts, on their partner.

Hermione smiled softly, coming closer, her dress glittering in the light. “I don't need any gifts, Severus.”

His cheeks heated. I want – need – to do this small thing for you.

“If you're sure...”

Relax. Trust me.

“I do, love.”

Severus smirked, running his hands over her smooth shoulders and down her arms before lifting her hands to his mouth. He pressed kisses to them, his hair brushing against her skin. Her dress is new, her earrings borrowed from Jean...I wonder what is old and blue.

Dropping her hands and moving behind her, Severus pushed her heavy hair over one shoulder and revealing the row of buttons that had so tantalized him. Beautiful. Hermione's hands went to her breasts as he slowly unfastened the dress, keeping the delicate pink and white gown from falling to the floor.

He probably didn't have to undo every button, as halfway down the back the dress was sagging as he pressed kisses to her warm back, but he fell to his knees, determined to worship her as she deserved. Severus had chosen the Bond he wanted because it would fit them best. He had gone through several books, helping himself to Hogwarts's Restricted Section and Lucius's old collection until he found the perfect one. Severus breathed along her spine, tracing runes across her shoulders and down.

This was the right choice. He'd caught the desire in her mind during her last monthly, when he'd brought her pleasure with naught more than Legilimency, and wanted nothing more than to fulfull her dream.

When he finished with the buttons, Severus rose stiffly. Hermione turned to face him as she let the dress crumple to the carpet in a whisper of lace, and his jaw went slack. The magic he'd been weaving nearly escaped him as he took in the full sight of the corset. The small silver threads woven in the material, reflected the candlelight. With long fingers, he plucked a kerchief from between her breasts and looked at her questioningly.

“It's my something old.” Hermione took it from his long fingers, turning it over. “When I was born, there was a contingent of little old ladies making bonnets out of handkerchiefs for baby girls. They sewed them with little ribbons you'd cut off – here, see the threads? – and then on your wedding day you'd carry it with you as a handkerchief.”

I see. Severus took it from her once more, examining it. He then placed the edged square on her dressed and tilted her chin up to kiss her.

“And...my some-oh! -something blue..is my knickers, ” Hermione told him between kisses. His lips curved against hers, amused at her need to explain everything to him. “They're...ice blue... just..in case you can't see..them in the candlelight...Goodness! ”

Severus nipped her lower lip to shut her up, retreating behind Occlumency briefly to draw his power to bear. His fingers traced the laces of her corset and she whispered the charm to free herself. It was hard to pay attention to what he was doing but if he could brew the most complex potions without blowing himself up he could damn well perfect the bonding.

What he was aware of was his wife's fingers undoing his vest, his shirt, and the fabric of his clothes hitting the floor, the cooler air of the room on his pale skin. He traced the indentations of her undergarments with his tongue, eagerly painting runes and symbols along her flesh. He let the magic guide him as he worshipped her, walking them both to the bed and laying down next to her.

He teased her breasts with his teeth and tongue, made her cry out with his calloused, potion-scarred fingertips. Magic simmered within him and sparkled just at the edge of his vision. He pulled his magic taut, slid it alongside hers until it caught, merging. The rush of it nearly overwhelmed him and he breathed shallowly through his nose against the curve of her belly until he could control it.

Severus moved into place at her urging, feeling the tight slickness of her around his cock, the warmth of her magic surging through him. His arms trembled as he cast, the words reverberating in his mind. He directed the spell it where it needed to go, her knees sharp against his fuzzy chest, her nails digging into his forearm over the Dark Mark and into his shoulder.

It was pleasure, utterly maddening to feel her come undone, the arch of his wife under him. The binding sealed like thunder, roaring and victorious. He could feel her emotions at the moment he claimed the bond as his own, as her magic recognised and accepted his as home.

He'd meant to make tonight slow, make it sweet, but her soul was passion and dazzling fire against his, her magic summer sun to his winter. He could be gentle later, place lingering kisses on her parted lips, but not now. Not this time. Mouth shaping her name soundlessly, he came in spurts, sobbing his pleasure and joy into her hair.

The new Mrs. Snape stroked his spine, shivering under him, and Severus raised his eyes to hers, awed. He had had no idea just how... intense the binding would be. But it was there, his gift to her already at work. Hermione's eyes were marveling at him as if she had seen him for the very first time, but her hand cupped his face and she kissed him with so much love he could feel it to his toes.

Gently, he slid free and gathered his wife close, caressing her among their kisses. When they'd cooled, Hermione pillowed her head on his chest and Severus Summoned his wand to check the time. Ninety minutes between them and their honeymoon.

“We have time.” She yawned, combing her fingers though the fuzz leading to his spent cock. “We're packed, Minerva picked up the fall Hogwarts order yesterday morning after you'd left, and Nothing's with Mum and Dad.”

I know. Not that she heard him. He probed at the bond like he would a new wound. It would fade, scar over, not be as raw and fresh, but at the moment... oh...

“...It's amazing, ” Hermione whispered. “I could feel you for a moment there, when it sealed. I wasn't expecting any of that. It's incredible. No wonder you wanted a bond. I had no idea.”

Nor did I. Severus shrugged, hoping she'd get his meaning. He'd known a bond was more powerful than a proper Wizarding ceremony, but had expected it to be similar in feel to the vows he'd made in the past. It was...beyond compare. Beyond description, truly. He'd never been so overtaken by a spell before, and doubted he would be any time in the future. Utterly incredible.

“Shower, you think? ” Hermione twisted to look up at him hopefully and he smirked lazily at her. His wife, his lovely wife, sat up, grinning so wickedly his cock twitched. “I rather think we should christen the bathroom, at least. We've already gotten the bed, husband...”

He was in complete agreement – he just hoped they'd catch their Portkey. Missing an international key and trying to get a new one was a pain in the arse.

He awoke slowly from a dream, aware first of the pleasant lassitude weighing him to the plush bed under him. The second thing he noticed was that Hermione was curled peacefully into his side, her head pillowed in the hollow of his shoulder and her warm breath gusting over his nipple.

Severus smiled softly, suppressing the urge to stretch and risk dislodging her. He was comfortable with his left arm wrapped loosely around her waist and the other holding her wrist. The arm stretched over his hips was buried in his pubic hair. If she moved even slightly in her sleep she would encounter his alert and very interested cock.

He could feel the simple band around his ring finger and he flexed his hand slowly, carefully, before cautiously turning onto his side. His wife didn't stir.

Wife. His wife. His Hermione. The woman he'd dreamt of was his, body and soul. He was hers as well, which, Severus thought, was twice as wonderful. He was wanted. Loved. Desired. He had felt her emotions during their lovemaking last night, the powerful waves of her longing and joy washing over him as he bound them together.

Concentrating, he probed the bond. It was strong, glittering white-hot like the lash of an Unbreakable Vow. Even as he admired it he felt the intent he'd put into it at work, priming her body to readiness for a child.

A child. Their child.

Hermione would be thrilled when she found out, and he resolved to give her the pleasure of telling him.
The air in Cairo was hot and smelled of desert sand, market spices, and Muggle automobiles even indoors, along with the faint scent of dates and roasted nuts and other delicacies on the side bar near their trunks.

He was grateful for the Cooling Charms the Wizarding hotel had layered into the very walls. The sheets were of excellent quality, however, and he made a mental note to thank Cissy for her recommendation.

Hermione murmured something unintelligible, snuggling - insipid word - closer to his chest, and Severus pressed a gentle kiss to her curls, wrinkling his nose at the slight tickling sensation.

Wife. His wife, no less. Despite the soreness of his feet attesting to the night of standing and dancing in uncomfortable dress shoes, it hardly seemed real. He rubbed his fingers together again, feeling the press of the ring. Hermione's hair spilled over his hand and over the cotton sheets, sunlight throwing gold tones into the deep brown.

The room was heavily enchanted, magic working to ensure that the inhabitants would have the sort of room people dreamed of when they thought of staying in Egypt. Gauzy curtains fluttered in a non-existent breeze, the cool yellow of the sandstone playing against the dark lacquer of the furniture. Trite, but he rather liked it more than one of the Muggle hotels Hermione had looked at online. At least magic allowed more of the past to seep through the walls and giving their rooms an almost dreamlike feel.

Hermione had liked it, too, if her gasp upon their arrival last night had been any indication. She'd been positively giddy once they'd keyed the wards to their wands, running her fingers over the carefully-chosen artifacts with exclamations of delight.

Oh yes. Worth every bloody Knut to fulfil her desire to visit here. It had become his so easily.

Severus yawned, his jaw cracking. Merlin, he was still tired... What time was it? He cast about, trying to locate the clock - ah, there it was. Plenty of time before they had planned to head to the Museum of Magical Antiquities. There was an exhibit on some old spell tablets they had both been curious to see when they'd chosen their honeymoon destination.

Hermione stirred then, stretching; her hand brushing over his straining cock and she smiled. Blinking away sleep, she looked into his eyes. Had she always had little pinpricks of amber, or was he merely besotted beyond all reason?

" Good morning." Hermione pressed her lips to his chest. " Did you sleep well? "

Unwilling to release her, Severus shrugged. He had, more or less.

" I did, " she told him. Hermione kissed his mouth this time, heedless of what was assuredly hideous morning breath, for neither of them had much cared for brushing their teeth upon arrival. " What's first on the agenda today? "

In answer, he kissed her again, holding her tight to feel his erection digging into her belly. Hermione laughed. " Oh, I see..." Working a hand between them, she stroked along his length. " Good morning, Mister Snape."

Severus smirked and released her to answer. And to you, Mrs. Snape.

They sat together at the small breakfast table provided in their room, admiring the view of the pyramids. They'd been to Luxor, Cairo, and Thebes among other stops, but Giza had enthralled them. The wizarding tours had been informative, and captivating. Hermione had been thrilled, pestering their guide for answers about this practice or that and overtaken a library table for two days in Alexandria.

But this was their last morning in Egypt. The sun was warm and bright, their hands entwined on the empty table. They'd catch their Portkey back to London's station and head home.

Severus rather thought he'd managed to tan during the past two weeks, and Hermione had bemoaned just yesterday that she felt as if she were close to her monthly again, when she'd stopped her draught the week before the wedding. It had taken great effort to conceal his triumphant expression. He didn't want to spoil it for her.

It had taken a bit of adjustment, hearing the two of them referred to as Mr and Mrs Snape outside of the privacy of their bedroom, but it was not unwelcome. The first time Hermione had been startled he'd laughed silently, amused by her reaction.

Hermione turned to him and Severus immediately gave her his attention. “It's been amazing.” He nodded in agreement. “Are you ready to go home? ”

Pulling his hand back, he replied, Merlin, yes.

Giggling, Hermione kissed his knuckles. “So let's see. We've gotten married. You're happy with your job, I get to officially open my doors when we get home. We have a new house we still have to unpack into, we've seen Egypt, and we're happy... any other dreams we need to fulfill? ”

Severus shook his head, smirking. Just the one, he thought. One more dream, and a lifetime to make new ones.

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A/n: I will post the epilogue on Friday... and we shall be done.

Chapter 40: Chapter 40: Epilogue

Notes:

Author's Note: Here we are. The final chapter. I guess it wasn't a quick tale after all! This ending which has long been planned for our beloved couple. I'm ending this a la Rowling – if you liked where chapter thirty-nine ended and aren't a fan of the whole “nineteen years later” thing, don't read this. So I guess it's like two endings in that regard.

Are there things left unanswered? Of course, that's what potential one-shots are for. (I'm totally down to write little things if people want them. I do plan on a one shot from Hermione's POV about his scarf, his first gift at some point.) But they are happy and together, and thus we leave them, looking off into the future, as all such things best end: a new beginning.

That said, thank you. Thank you all so much, for reading, for favoriting or following, for kudos and reviews. It means a great deal to me for all of your support, and I love you all for it!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 40

The station was far too crowded for his tastes, the Express belching smoke and momentarily obscuring his vision as they came through the divide between nine and ten. Knowing their son was safe with his grandparents, Severus returned the startled squeeze Rose gave him as they neared the gaggle of red-heads on the platform.

Next to him, Hermione kept pace with Rose's trolley, Nothing curled up in the wicker carrier. It was too soon for her to be eleven. Didn't Hermione dash down the stairs that morning a month ago to throw her arms around him and tell him they'd be parents? Wasn't it just last week that she'd been brought home from St Mungo's? A handful of days since he'd cleaned spit-up off his frock coat?

Rose grinned gaily up at him, oblivious to her parents' turmoil. Hermione'd braided her curly dark hair this morning, but the look in her brown eyes was the same excitement as when she'd first used magic on her own with intent. Merlin knew that it had been impossible to keep books shelved after that little display... She was destined to be quite a powerful witch.

" I see Uncle Harry! And Al! " Only his firm grip kept her from darting off towards his godson and Harry. She'd inherited his own gawky limbs and tended to run like an ambling colt, and he didn't wish to risk her falling under the train. A foolish fear, but he'd rather gotten used to such worries after Hermione had announced her second pregnancy to him - it was pointless to fret himself sick, after all.

" Sorry." Rose laid her head briefly against his arm. " I know, Dad, I'm supposed to stay with you and Mum. But I should remind you that I'm eleven and going off to Hogwarts..."

Exasperated, he gave her a quelling look she was all too familiar with. Hermione laughed at them, pushing the trolley past staring witches and wizards. " Precisely why we want you close as long as possible. We're going to miss you."

Rose rolled her eyes. " At least I can go visit your portraits, " she told them airily. Oh, to have had her unconcern as a child. " Auntie Minerva said they were in the school. I was wondering, Dad - does yours talk? Auntie says you had a 'divine' voice."

Startled, he looked at her sharply, but was saved from the necessity of answering by their arrival at The Potters' side just as he was saying some trite drivel about his second son's name. He didn't have the heart to tell his daughter that their portraits – his Headmaster portrait and the one of the Golden Trio Hermione had talked Minerva into installing as a wedding present so that the truth of the war would never fade (and so Severus himself would never be alone in any capacity) – would neither speak nor move until after their passing in order to obtain all of their memories and personality. If she truly desired to hear his voice, perhaps he should offer to let her use a Pensieve with him... when she was older. Much, much older – and far more responsible.

" Al! " Rose relinquished his hand to hug her cousin, and Severus raised an eyebrow at Harry.

How droll, he told him as Harry pushed his hair out of his eyes. The other man shrugged.

" It's true. Besides, he's really worried about it. James has been giving him a hard time all summer, even after he talked to you about it." The Gryffindor in question was busy chatting to his cousin and her corpulent father at the moment, but Severus knew he'd break off to greet Rose any moment.

Slytherin would be good fit for him, and I doubt his extended family would allow any teasing to befall him, Severus replied. And it's entirely likely that Rose will be joining him there. I do believe she intends to convince him of it on the train.

“No, ” said Harry, feigning shock. “Rose? Your Rose? In Slytherin and dragging Al with her? Merlin's knees, that's so unlikely! I mean, we are talking about the same girl here, right? The one who gets an idea in her head and sets out to do it with terrifying determination and seems to wrap us all around her finger no matter how much we say it's not going to happen? ”

Severus snorted. At least Sebastian is better than that – he sees right through her. Destined for Ravenclaw, I'd wager.

“Makes you wonder what the last will be – Hullo, Hermione. Feeling alright? ” Harry pulled her into a hug, her eyes darting to where Rose was talking animatedly to her adopted 'cousins'.

“I'm pregnant, Harry, not sick... Does Ginny let you talk like this to all the girls, or just me? ” Hermione moved to hug the red-head in question so Severus grasped Rose's trolley to stop it from being moved aside by impatient parents.

“Just you, ” Ginevra told her, Lily's hand in hers.

James was putting on airs again, and Severus resisted a familiar urge to punch the boy in the mouth for looking at his daughter that way. Cocky, arrogant little...

“Hey! ” Ronald pushed through the crowd, nudging past Ginevra to get to Hermione and pulling her into a tight embrace as she laughed. To the side, Martha was adjusting Norbert's red and gold scarf, while Hugo looked on, his eyes large in his pale, freckled face. Severus took a moment to be grateful that Rose lacked any worries about attending Hogwarts. Fearless, he thought. Just like her mother.

“Where's Sebastian? ” Ronald asked, sending Norbert off with James to stow their trunks.

“With my mum. It's Rose's first time and she wanted it to be special. He gets to go himself next year, after all.” Sebastian had, for good or for ill, inherited both of their swotty natures, just like his sister. Unlike his sister, however, he tended to eschew scheming in favor of simply learning. Severus had even taken it upon himself to start teaching him Potions since the boy clearly took after him in that regard. Sebastian had his mother's height thus far, standing on the stool in the gleaming lab and studying over Severus's shoulder with his solemn brown eyes and his thin black hair tied back out of the way.

“I can't believe Lily's going next year, too, ” Ginevra murmured. “It seems like such a short time ago that they were all babies.”

Hermione laughed. “I know what you mean! It seems like yesterday that I caught Rose transplanting her namesake flowers into Severus's boots while proclaiming that 'daddy's feet smell'.” She sighed, wistful, her hand caressing her belly. Their gift, their unexpected babe, rested under her fingers. “I'm going to miss her.”

“She won't be alone, at least, ” Harry pointed out. “She's got James, and Al, and Bert, and even Hugo will be there, too.”

“Oh, Malfoy's here, ” Ron interjected, pointing with his chin.

“Is that Scorpius? ” Martha asked, foisting bagged lunches for her boys off on Hugo to carry.

It is, Severus replied while Hermione translated absently. They were both mindful of the way their daughter's eyes lit up and how she rushed towards the pale boy, grabbing his hands and chattering animatedly. Draco looked on, nodding faintly to their group. Severus inclined his head and excused himself from the rest as Ronald began loudly declaring at Rose had best out-do the youngest Malfoy in school.

“Hello, godfather.”

Severus pulled paper and a self-inking quill from his pocket. “Draco.”

“Scorpius is...worried.”

“You told him about the war, then.” The quill scratched over the small spiral-bound paper.

“Not much of a choice, ” the blond muttered sourly once he'd read it. “I've tried to do a better job with him than my father did with me, but he's still going to have a hard go of if people hold prejudices. I refuse to let him go into it blind.”

“A wise decision, ” Severus wrote, and Draco nodded wearily. “How is Narcissa? ”

“Good. She wants to see her nephew and whatever-else soon, ” he warned. Severus rolled his eyes. Narcissa has insisted on playing Aunt to his children, and he liked the witch too much to put up a fight. Better, seeing his mother so pleased had warmed Draco up to Hermione considerably, and the two had managed to become almost-friends over the years. Almost.

Rose had her heart set on Scorpius, however, so Hermione and Draco were doing their utmost to keep the peace. The boy didn't have a chance at dodging her, and thankfully that would keep the eldest Potter from joining the family if all went to Rose's machinations. Not that he had any doubt his daughter would succeed... Hell, he'd already had to tell her – very firmly – that she would not be trying out for Quidditch until next year.

“I'll owl her soon, ” Severus scrawled in reply.

“Uh – your wife's crying, ” Draco managed, jerking his chin uncomfortably over Severus's shoulder.

Oh, sod it all. Severus turned and pushed past a gaggle of children to reach Hermione's side just as she accepted a handkerchief from Martha.

“Sorry.” Hermione dabbed at her eyes, blowing her nose loudly. The tiny rose gold charms, one for each anniversary, dangling from the thin gold chain on her wrist caught the light. “Bloody hormones.”

Uncaring of gawking eyes, he pulled her into his embrace, dark eyes watching Rose as she walked towards them after a jaunty wave at Scorpius. She was too young to go off to Hogwarts. Despite having taken her to purchase her wand, Rose being eleven seemed impossible. He'd watched her take her first steps, fed her mushed bananas, and kissed skinned knees. It couldn't be so long since he'd come home late from work to find Hermione trying to teach Rose sign language for “Daddy” just to surprise him. And indeed, they'd counted it as her first word – Sebastian had made up for that by shrieking “Mama” a few years after – uncaring that it was signed and not spoken.

“Mum? ” Rose tugged on Hermione's sleeve.

“It's okay, love. Mummy's just a bit emotional.”

“Well, I don't see why. It's not look there's another Dark Lord out there.” Severus winced, glaring at her. Rose sighed, exasperated. “Yes, Dad, I know, don't tempt fate.”

Hermione pulled away and adjusted Rose's jumper. “We're just going to miss you is all.”

“I'll be fine! It's not like I won't know anybody.” Rose nibbled on her lower lip for a moment. She turned her head, checking not to be overheard. Her profile was similar to her mother's, though she had gotten his nose's size albeit thankfully not the hook. Sebastian, however, was doomed. “You will owl me as soon as the baby arrives, right? ”

“As soon as we're at St Mungo's, I'll have Severus get word to you, I promise.”

“But I won't get an owl until the morning post! ”

Severus smirked. Who says I'd send a ruddy owl? If a Patronus shows up, you'll know, and Longbottom knows to get you to the hospital to meet your squalling pink sibling.

“True.” Rose flung herself at them both. “I will miss you.”

His breath caught and the three of them embraced each other tightly. Eleven and time to let her go to Hogwarts. Eleven years since rocking her in his arms quietly shushing her cries or rocking her to sleep in the creaky old chair from Molly. Fiercely, he pressed his lips to the top of her head.

We will miss you, too, he replied, his throat tight. Determined not to make an arse of himself in front of so many former students, he changed the subject. You have your lunch?

“Yes, ”she replied impatiently, looking every inch their daughter. Merlin help her professors.

Don't forget to change prior to arriving at school.

“I know.”

Don't... He hesitated. Don't forget to write us.

Rose hugged him again, burying her face in his chest. “I won't, Daddy.” He barely heard her whisper, and squeezed her tight. “Promise.”

“We'll owl you every week. Don't let Nothing eat your quills or anyone else's pet, ” Hermione added.

Rose laughed, extricating herself from him, and they all pretended not to see the tears staining his front. “I can't wait to field questions about you two. James says it gets pretty bad sometimes.”

A finger poked into his ribs, a not-so-subtle reminder from his wife, and he tried to wipe the scowl from his face at the boy's name. People were staring, Ronald grinning and telling his second son he was famous, the Potters loading trunks onto the train. Rose waved at Scorpius once more, spelling something he couldn't quite catch from this angle. Idly, Severus wondered how much sign language she'd be using in class and getting in trouble for.

Perhaps they shouldn't have taught her runes. Ah, well. Hindsight.

Rose clambered onto the train, hair bouncing. Ginevra was wiping at her eyes and Martha was shoving a large tin of what was likely biscuits into the window that two red heads were poking out of. Out the corner of his eye he saw James Potter trading chocolate frog cards with another student and lazily referring to Harry as a tosser. Amusing little miscreant when he wasn't eyeing Rose.

Together, Hermione and he walked down the length of the car to stand by Draco and the rest of their friends. Sunlight blinded him briefly and when he looked at the gleaming train car windows after for a moment he thought he saw a scrawny, unloved little boy and a scared, lonely little girl reflected in the windows. But his vision cleared and it was only Severus and Hermione, middle-aged with gray temples and laugh lines and wild curls with a rounded belly.

“Bye, Mum. Bye, Dad. I love you! ” Rose shouted over the engine, waving excitedly from her compartment. She'd donned a rather faded and exceptionally soft scarf of a deep, deep green, almost black, and the ends fluttered in the wind.

They joined in the waving parents and siblings, watching as the train puffed away from the station until they could no longer see their daughter. Hermione sniffled, smiling through her tears. “Bet she's in Slytherin.”

He laughed silently, leaning to brush her lips with his.

You know she will be. Come now, he urged once the train was long gone from sight. I believe we have a promise to keep to our son before he storms the museums on his own and we have to bail him out.

“So true.” Hermione leaned her head on his arm briefly as they walked towards the divider back to the Muggle station. “I love you, Severus.”

He didn't even have to turn her to reply, a mere tightening of his fingers on her waist was enough for her to know the words he wished to say. I love you, too, Hermione.

 

-The End-

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