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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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4
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12,327
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26
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Epilogue
A/N - this is in response to the numerous requests for an epilogue - how it came about and how it will ultimately end - I leave to your imagination. That\'s always the best ending of all.
Epilogue
Almost a year later, Severus found himself once again opening the door to Hortense\'s Horticulture in Muggle London. The bright little tinkle of the bell over the frame drew his attention as well as a glare.
I should be grateful it\'s not a cymbal I suppose, he admitted to himself grudgingly.
\"I\'ll be with you in a moment,\" a cheerful voice called out from somewhere in the shoppe.
The shiver of revulsion that ran over his skin was well hidden by the time the owner of the voice appeared. Neville was stunned to say the least when he saw who was waiting by the front counter.
\"Professor!\" he blurted out. \"What - I mean - may I help you?\"
\"Since that is your function within the confines of this business it would follow, wouldn\'t it?\" Snape snarled lightly, delighted to see that the young man was still quite nervous around him.
\"Yes, sir. What did you need?\"
\"I need nothing from these premises. However, somewhere within the depths of this shoppe is an order for several bouquets of flowers for tomorrow\'s ceremony. Fetch them if you will.\"
Neville moved to comply with Snape\'s request looking nervously over his shoulder.
\"Sir? Hermione - I mean - she told me she\'d be picking them up herself - are you sure that -\"
\"Mister Longbottom,\" Snape growled in long and low syllables. \"Are you questioning my ability to carry out a simple errand such as safely transporting flowers to their ultimate destination?\"
Wilting slightly, Neville shook his head, \"No, not at all, Sir. But - this is Hermione we\'re talking about here.\"
Understanding dawned and Severus almost felt pity for the young man in his current dilemma. Having seen how she handled the other two idiots in her life when they tried to interfere with their upcoming marriage, he was glad she was on his side.
At least the majority of the time she is, Severus thought with an internal wince at how she had managed to persuade him to wear anything but his customary black to the ceremony. Still the dark green is very, very close to black.
\"I\'m sure you\'ll understand then and manage to gather the order together quickly when I inform you that she - assigned the task to me when she found she had to go for a last minute fitting on her dress?\" Snape asked with more than a hint of menace in his voice.
\"Yes, sir. Right away, sir. I wouldn\'t want you to get in trouble - I mean - I wouldn\'t want to cause any problems,\" Neville answered hastily as he finally disappeared into the back of the shoppe.
\"About bloody time,\" Severus hissed at his disappearing back, irritated at the inference that he - Severus Snape was fully accountable to her. His eyes found the waist-high counter that had drawn his attention to Hermione\'s lovely little arse in the first place and he was lost for several moments in pleasant memories of where that first encounter had lead to. He frowned once when it occurred to him that he had long since lost control of the relationship.
Would I change any step along the way? Perhaps - but only if the end result remained the same, he admitted to himself. He enjoyed the skirmishes between them as they worked through the dos and don\'ts that each could tolerate in the other.
The reappearance of Mr. Longbottom soured his mood again and he dug in his trouser pocket for the correct amount, hoping to make the remainder of his time in the other man\'s company as short as possible. As he passed over the coins and took the ridiculously large parcel of flowers, Severus nodded his head and said, \"Good day, Mr. Longbottom,\" before turning to leave the shoppe.
\"Thank you, professor and I\'ll see you tomorrow.\"
Closing his eyes in pain, Severus merely nodded his head and continued out the door muttering to himself, \" \'Into each life some rain must fall\' - but why the bloody hell does mine always have to be a blasted flood? Answer me that Mister Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.\"
He paused and a small smirk covered his mouth for a moment before he rationalized, \"Of course you never had the misfortune to tangle with single mined Gryffindors either.\" Severus snorted once and disapparated out of the alley and back to his future.
Almost a year later, Severus found himself once again opening the door to Hortense\'s Horticulture in Muggle London. The bright little tinkle of the bell over the frame drew his attention as well as a glare.
I should be grateful it\'s not a cymbal I suppose, he admitted to himself grudgingly.
\"I\'ll be with you in a moment,\" a cheerful voice called out from somewhere in the shoppe.
The shiver of revulsion that ran over his skin was well hidden by the time the owner of the voice appeared. Neville was stunned to say the least when he saw who was waiting by the front counter.
\"Professor!\" he blurted out. \"What - I mean - may I help you?\"
\"Since that is your function within the confines of this business it would follow, wouldn\'t it?\" Snape snarled lightly, delighted to see that the young man was still quite nervous around him.
\"Yes, sir. What did you need?\"
\"I need nothing from these premises. However, somewhere within the depths of this shoppe is an order for several bouquets of flowers for tomorrow\'s ceremony. Fetch them if you will.\"
Neville moved to comply with Snape\'s request looking nervously over his shoulder.
\"Sir? Hermione - I mean - she told me she\'d be picking them up herself - are you sure that -\"
\"Mister Longbottom,\" Snape growled in long and low syllables. \"Are you questioning my ability to carry out a simple errand such as safely transporting flowers to their ultimate destination?\"
Wilting slightly, Neville shook his head, \"No, not at all, Sir. But - this is Hermione we\'re talking about here.\"
Understanding dawned and Severus almost felt pity for the young man in his current dilemma. Having seen how she handled the other two idiots in her life when they tried to interfere with their upcoming marriage, he was glad she was on his side.
At least the majority of the time she is, Severus thought with an internal wince at how she had managed to persuade him to wear anything but his customary black to the ceremony. Still the dark green is very, very close to black.
\"I\'m sure you\'ll understand then and manage to gather the order together quickly when I inform you that she - assigned the task to me when she found she had to go for a last minute fitting on her dress?\" Snape asked with more than a hint of menace in his voice.
\"Yes, sir. Right away, sir. I wouldn\'t want you to get in trouble - I mean - I wouldn\'t want to cause any problems,\" Neville answered hastily as he finally disappeared into the back of the shoppe.
\"About bloody time,\" Severus hissed at his disappearing back, irritated at the inference that he - Severus Snape was fully accountable to her. His eyes found the waist-high counter that had drawn his attention to Hermione\'s lovely little arse in the first place and he was lost for several moments in pleasant memories of where that first encounter had lead to. He frowned once when it occurred to him that he had long since lost control of the relationship.
Would I change any step along the way? Perhaps - but only if the end result remained the same, he admitted to himself. He enjoyed the skirmishes between them as they worked through the dos and don\'ts that each could tolerate in the other.
The reappearance of Mr. Longbottom soured his mood again and he dug in his trouser pocket for the correct amount, hoping to make the remainder of his time in the other man\'s company as short as possible. As he passed over the coins and took the ridiculously large parcel of flowers, Severus nodded his head and said, \"Good day, Mr. Longbottom,\" before turning to leave the shoppe.
\"Thank you, professor and I\'ll see you tomorrow.\"
Closing his eyes in pain, Severus merely nodded his head and continued out the door muttering to himself, \" \'Into each life some rain must fall\' - but why the bloody hell does mine always have to be a blasted flood? Answer me that Mister Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.\"
He paused and a small smirk covered his mouth for a moment before he rationalized, \"Of course you never had the misfortune to tangle with single mined Gryffindors either.\" Severus snorted once and disapparated out of the alley and back to his future.