The Weaving
Epilogue
Five years later…
Hermione had graduated early from the Oxford College of Magic.
After the final battle was over and the Britain magical community had begun healing again, someone, probably Dumbledore, had figured out what she had done. Everyone had been baffled by Severus’ survival and someone had sorted through the events leading up to Voldemort’s frustrated attempts at cursing him, linking it to Hermione’s own collapse.
The weaving was considered a master level spell.
She had been immediately accepted into a combined masters, doctoral program at Britain’s most famous magical university.
At graduation, she had been offered a full time teaching position with Oxford and the ministry, now led by Shacklebolt, had asked her to consult with them. Harry and Ron were both Aurors and she was happy to share in the occasional adventure.
While Hermione maintained her activist activities, started so long ago with the house elves, she was happy teaching and publishing her work. The sporadic bit of excitement that she got up to with the ministry projects were enough to keep her happy.
She felt Severus slide into the bed behind her.
And Severus…
Severus still made her happier than she had ever been.
His arms curled around her, gently stroking the growing bump of her stomach, stopping to cradle both her and their baby in his arms.
His sharp teeth nipped at her ear and even five months pregnant, she felt herself get wet and ready for his hard penetration.
One of his hands slipped down, pulling her thigh up and over his hip, before drifting back to stroke through her wetness.
His slow steady thrust made them both moan and his dark voice rasped heavily into her ear… “Why, Professor Snape…I think you’re taking advantage of me again…”
Her back arched in pleasure and she managed to force out…
“Really Professor…I think this time it’s all you…”
Fine.
A/N Only 8 years later! Phew! I hope you enjoyed the story! This is something that has lingered in my head for a long time, I am so happy it's finally finished!