The Reluctant Detectives
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
Views:
13,574
Reviews:
96
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
3
Disclaimer:
I don't own Harry Potter or anything else from the book series. Nor do I make any moneys from doing this. Though goodness knows I wish I did.
Epilogue
Epilogue
One year later…
Hermione drifted from table to table, chatting with the guests at the wedding party. This hadn’t been her idea, but Mrs. Weasley’s as well as her own mother’s when they had found out that the two had snuck off to be wed. Severus and she had eloped. When everyone had found out, they had been less than shocked as neither one of them had wanted a big wedding.
But neither one of the women would hear no when it came to having a reception. Try as Hermione might, they would have nothing of it. So there they were at a very big reception. Severus agreed, but only after she tied him up and denied him an orgasm until he agreed to be civil if not pleasant to the guests.
She stepped back from another table, wanting more than anything to sit down and take off her shoes in order to rub her feet. A strong hand slipped over the small of her back and she soon felt hot breath against her ear.
“You need to sit down, love,” he murmured. “Your feet must be hurting you.”
“They are,” she whispered. “Between the shoes and Harry being just as good of a dancer as he has always been, I think my feet are ready to revolt.”
He walked her over to the table where Ginny was sitting with Harry, both watching as Mrs. Weasley showed off Ginny and Harry's son. Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom were they as well with their respective mates. Severus nodded to them, going back over to the bar where he had been having a conversation with Minerva about the time that Hermione and he were going to be away. She was assuring him not to worry, but allowed him to continue to give his lists to her.
“You know,” Luna said dreamily. “I always wondered why you never used blood magic on that bloke that did the bombing. Neville told me that you had his blood from where he killed that poor girl.”
Hermione had been answering questions all day about the Metropolis case. True, it had been a year, but his name was brought back to the forefront with the suicide of the boy that wanted to be a hero and went about it the wrong way. He had been found hanging in his prison cell at St. Mungos. There was no funeral.
“There wasn’t enough blood,” Hermione murmured. “I barely had enough to identify that it was his blood.”
“Why did he bleed at all?” Neville asked.
“It was discovered that she fought for a very short time,” she answered. “Broke his nose.” Hermione smiled, happy the girl got a shot in at the bastard.
“You know, I know that this is bad of me, but for a time there I thought it might be Ron,” Harry said, gaining an elbow to the gut from Ginny.
“Harry!” his wife exclaimed.
“With the way he was acting, what was I supposed to think?” Harry grunted out. “Sharp elbow there, pet.”
“Ron as a suspect never entered my mind,” Hermione told them.
“Really?” Ginny asked her, sounding as even she had thought her brother guilty at some point. “Why not?”
“There were many reasons, but first and foremost I have to say that what Mr. Metropolis did was never in Ron to do.”
Hermione looked over to see Ron sitting with his wife, whispering to her and rubbing her rounded belly. She turned to look over to Severus, still pestering Minerva with his lists, she imagined. Excusing herself, she went over to Severus, slipping her hand to his chest.
“Love, I’ve spoken to everyone. We’ve done our duty, don’t you think?” she asked him.
He nodded slowly and was about to take her away when Sirius, Remus, and Tonks cut them off.
“We know you two want to be leaving, but we got you something and we wanted to give it to you before you escaped.” Sirius handed Hermione a small box.
Frowning she opened it and was surprised to see an auror’s badge there. She pulled it out of the box. Hermione had told Kingsley that she had absolutely no interest in becoming an auror. But if he needed a crime scene investigator, she would be there. When this idea was first presented to the Ministry of Magic, they had rejected it. But just of late the now former head auror had been elected as Minister of Magic. Kingsley had been campaigning to get Hermione as the head of the crime scene investigations unit and thus be responsible for training others for going into the field as well as working in it herself.
“The Ministry finally gave the funding for the department,” Remus told her. “Mr. Malfoy put the condition in that you are never to go to him for help.”
She laughed. “He had already made me promise that when Severus asked to use his Greek villa.”
“Insurance, I’m sure,” Severus murmured, kissing her temple. “Congratulations, my love. It looks like I will have to be seeing to it that you don’t work yourself to death.”
She kissed his jaw. “You take such good care of me.” Hermione tossed the badge back over to Sirius, who caught it easily. “Dance with me?”
Severus offered her his arm and walked her over to where the dancers were gliding around. Hermione pressed her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the addictive scent of the man. It could be bottled and sold, she thought. There were hints of herbs and spice combined with the scent that was totally his. Sighing, she pressed all the closer to her new husband.
“Are you ready for the honeymoon?” she asked him quietly, wanting to leave right at that moment.
“With you by my side? I’m ready for anything,” he breathed.
He gave her a sweet and tender kiss, as they disapperated away.
THE END!!!
***
So that was it! It was a blast to write and I was so happy to see all the great reviews from all you guys. This will more than likely going to be one of the last stories I'm going to be putting out there for a time. What with the holidays, life is hectic to say the least! Have a happy and safe holiday season everyone!
One year later…
Hermione drifted from table to table, chatting with the guests at the wedding party. This hadn’t been her idea, but Mrs. Weasley’s as well as her own mother’s when they had found out that the two had snuck off to be wed. Severus and she had eloped. When everyone had found out, they had been less than shocked as neither one of them had wanted a big wedding.
But neither one of the women would hear no when it came to having a reception. Try as Hermione might, they would have nothing of it. So there they were at a very big reception. Severus agreed, but only after she tied him up and denied him an orgasm until he agreed to be civil if not pleasant to the guests.
She stepped back from another table, wanting more than anything to sit down and take off her shoes in order to rub her feet. A strong hand slipped over the small of her back and she soon felt hot breath against her ear.
“You need to sit down, love,” he murmured. “Your feet must be hurting you.”
“They are,” she whispered. “Between the shoes and Harry being just as good of a dancer as he has always been, I think my feet are ready to revolt.”
He walked her over to the table where Ginny was sitting with Harry, both watching as Mrs. Weasley showed off Ginny and Harry's son. Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom were they as well with their respective mates. Severus nodded to them, going back over to the bar where he had been having a conversation with Minerva about the time that Hermione and he were going to be away. She was assuring him not to worry, but allowed him to continue to give his lists to her.
“You know,” Luna said dreamily. “I always wondered why you never used blood magic on that bloke that did the bombing. Neville told me that you had his blood from where he killed that poor girl.”
Hermione had been answering questions all day about the Metropolis case. True, it had been a year, but his name was brought back to the forefront with the suicide of the boy that wanted to be a hero and went about it the wrong way. He had been found hanging in his prison cell at St. Mungos. There was no funeral.
“There wasn’t enough blood,” Hermione murmured. “I barely had enough to identify that it was his blood.”
“Why did he bleed at all?” Neville asked.
“It was discovered that she fought for a very short time,” she answered. “Broke his nose.” Hermione smiled, happy the girl got a shot in at the bastard.
“You know, I know that this is bad of me, but for a time there I thought it might be Ron,” Harry said, gaining an elbow to the gut from Ginny.
“Harry!” his wife exclaimed.
“With the way he was acting, what was I supposed to think?” Harry grunted out. “Sharp elbow there, pet.”
“Ron as a suspect never entered my mind,” Hermione told them.
“Really?” Ginny asked her, sounding as even she had thought her brother guilty at some point. “Why not?”
“There were many reasons, but first and foremost I have to say that what Mr. Metropolis did was never in Ron to do.”
Hermione looked over to see Ron sitting with his wife, whispering to her and rubbing her rounded belly. She turned to look over to Severus, still pestering Minerva with his lists, she imagined. Excusing herself, she went over to Severus, slipping her hand to his chest.
“Love, I’ve spoken to everyone. We’ve done our duty, don’t you think?” she asked him.
He nodded slowly and was about to take her away when Sirius, Remus, and Tonks cut them off.
“We know you two want to be leaving, but we got you something and we wanted to give it to you before you escaped.” Sirius handed Hermione a small box.
Frowning she opened it and was surprised to see an auror’s badge there. She pulled it out of the box. Hermione had told Kingsley that she had absolutely no interest in becoming an auror. But if he needed a crime scene investigator, she would be there. When this idea was first presented to the Ministry of Magic, they had rejected it. But just of late the now former head auror had been elected as Minister of Magic. Kingsley had been campaigning to get Hermione as the head of the crime scene investigations unit and thus be responsible for training others for going into the field as well as working in it herself.
“The Ministry finally gave the funding for the department,” Remus told her. “Mr. Malfoy put the condition in that you are never to go to him for help.”
She laughed. “He had already made me promise that when Severus asked to use his Greek villa.”
“Insurance, I’m sure,” Severus murmured, kissing her temple. “Congratulations, my love. It looks like I will have to be seeing to it that you don’t work yourself to death.”
She kissed his jaw. “You take such good care of me.” Hermione tossed the badge back over to Sirius, who caught it easily. “Dance with me?”
Severus offered her his arm and walked her over to where the dancers were gliding around. Hermione pressed her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the addictive scent of the man. It could be bottled and sold, she thought. There were hints of herbs and spice combined with the scent that was totally his. Sighing, she pressed all the closer to her new husband.
“Are you ready for the honeymoon?” she asked him quietly, wanting to leave right at that moment.
“With you by my side? I’m ready for anything,” he breathed.
He gave her a sweet and tender kiss, as they disapperated away.
THE END!!!
***
So that was it! It was a blast to write and I was so happy to see all the great reviews from all you guys. This will more than likely going to be one of the last stories I'm going to be putting out there for a time. What with the holidays, life is hectic to say the least! Have a happy and safe holiday season everyone!