Severus had been watching her while she slept. The last few months since the Dark Lord's demise had gone by quickly. There had been many funerals and much mourning. Those who had been injured had regained their health. His injuries had taken longer to heal than most. He had felt weak and had been mostly bedridden for several days after his escape from death. But all through that time he had felt contented.
Lana and he had been through a whirlwind of marriage plans these last months, and then ultimately their wedding yesterday. She had looked so very beautiful. The dress she had chosen was made of satin in an antique white color. She had resembled a queen from the renaissance era. The bodice had a scooped neck and small white roses sewn to it. The skirt flowed around her with larger white roses adorning it. It had a long sleeve that was puffed at the top and had satin buttons lining the outside. The train had flown several feet behind her. Her hair had been curled and it floated against her back as she walked. He wasn't able to take his eyes off of her for a minute. She had looked at him rather appreciatively in his black robes with a hint of a white collar showing at the top. The ceremony had been a small one on the grounds of Hogwarts. It had been just what the both of them had wanted.
They were now snuggled in the cave of the waterfall he had created for their first date. He had converted it into a small honeymoon suite for them. They had a few days before they needed to return to Hogwarts to begin the new school year. They were both going to keep their current positions. Lana thought it would be nice to have an "in" with the headmaster.
He smiled at her. As if she would ever take advantage of her position like that. She stirred under his watchful eye. He stroked her cheek and reflected on the turn his life had taken. It had been like night and day. The reproachful looks he was used to receiving had all but disappeared. They had been replaced by wide eyed looks of admiration and incredulity. Some even wanted to shake his hand. The attention still made him want to scream sometimes, but he was learning to deal with it better. He had convinced them not to rename a wing of Hogwarts after him, but it had taken much argument and cantankerousness. He had finally agreed to stay on as Headmaster in exchange for not having the wing renamed. Everyone seemed to be appeased finally.
She stirred again and opened her eyes to look at him. A large smile came across her face. He kissed her greedily.
"Why are you awake so early?" she queried after their kiss.
"Your beauty was so dazzling it woke me from a sound sleep," he replied.
"Mmm, keep up those compliments and I will become utterly conceited."
He caressed her face. "Never."
She couldn't believe how lucky she was. Everything had happened so quickly. One moment she was depressed and hopeless, and then they were making wedding plans. She couldn't have asked for a better turn of events. She looked at him lovingly.
"Your students would be surprised to know what a passionate side there is to you, Severus Snape," she said silkily as she stroked his cheek.
"How could anyone not have passion for you, Svetlana Snape?" he countered.
"You have all of your lines down pat don't you? You think you can just sweet talk yourself into my bed, Mister?"
"If you'll notice, I'm already in your bed."
"Oh! So you are! Silly me..." She pulled him down and planted a hungry kiss on his lips. His arms encircled her and he cradled her in them. She basked in the miracle that had gotten them to this point. All of the heartache was finally behind them and they were together and happy. The future looked bright.
"So, what are we doing today?" Lana asked him.
"As far as I'm concerned, we're staying in bed all day."
She giggled and nibbled his ear.
"No, really, what are we doing?"
"You'll see," he said playfully.
That night they sat cuddling on the couch reviewing the day. It had been so much fun. They had first gone to get Severus new Headmaster robes. He had never felt right dressing for the part the year before. They had pored over the racks at Madam Malkin's looking for just the right robe.
"What about this one?" Severus had asked.
Lana took one look at it and said, "No black."
He gave her a dubious look. "But I always wear black."
"I know, but you're the Headmaster. You should wear something that stands out in a crowd."
Returning to the rack, Severus pulled out another robe. "What about grey? That's a nice bright color."
She chuckled, but didn't even look up this time. "Yes if you're a werewolf." She continued browsing; looking at a few robes carefully, until she came upon one that caught her attention. She pulled it off the rack.
"Now here's one that says Headmaster all over it," she said to him as she held it up.
Severus looked at the robes. They were a velvety midnight blue with black and gold trim. There were golden swirls embroidered in the fabric. Despite his wanting to be difficult, he liked them. "Those aren't too bad," he told her reluctantly.
"They're as close to black as you can get; without really being black, of course." she relayed to him with a smile.
His eyes narrowed slyly at her as he grabbed the robes and headed for the dressing room. She gave him an innocent smile and turned to follow him.
A few minutes later he stood in front of a mirror, appraising the robes. They did make him look rather nice. "They seem to be satisfactory," he said absently to Lana.
"That's high praise coming from you!" she told him. She then told Madam Malkin that they needed the robes tailored.
"This robe is a fine choice! It gives you the authority you need in your position, Headmaster." said Madam Malkin as she spun around Severus making marks for the necessary adjustments.
"Oh, please, don't compliment him, he'll change his mind and these robes are too nice to put back!" Lana exclaimed.
Severus just eyed her, wanting to wipe the grin off of her face. "Always so sarcastic," he responded tartly.
"Now where do you think I picked that up?" she asked him pointedly.
He stared at her for a moment then burst out laughing.
After purchasing the robes they had enjoyed some Muggle sightseeing in London. Severus led her to a boat dock, where they hired a boat and went sailing on the Thames. He had packed a light lunch and they spent most of the afternoon on the river, zipping up and down the channel. They had ended the day with dinner at the most famous wizarding restaurant in London, The Golden Wand.
"How did you get reservations at The Golden Wand?" Lana asked him later as they snuggled on the couch. "I heard it takes six months to get a table!"
"I have my sources," he said slyly. "I saved the owners life when he had been taken prisoner by Voldemort."
She turned and looked at him in amazement. "What other brave things haven't you told me about during that time?" she queried. "Severus, I think I'll spend my whole life finding out about the great things that you did over just this past year."
"Lana, it wasn't anything. I mostly tried to stay away from Voldemort when he was angry. The few good deeds I was able to accomplish were small and infrequent."
She looked at him skeptically. "Sure, pick now to be modest." She became exasperated. "Severus, you should be shouting your accomplishments off of the roof tops, not hiding behind your Headmaster position."
"Lana, you know I hate attention. I'm much happier sitting up in my office than having everyone fawn all over me."
"Yes, sitting in your office all alone, hiding. You should get out of your comfort zone once in a while. You need to start acting like the hero you are!" she stopped speaking abruptly and looked apprehensive.
"Lana, what did you do?" he asked sternly.
"Me?" she exclaimed a bit hesitantly. "What could I do?"
"Oh all right, all right. I set up an interview for you with Rita Skeeter. You know: the reporter? She wants to write an article about you. She thought she could cover your transformation from spy to hero to headmaster; all that stuff."
"Now Severus, this is why I didn't tell you sooner. I knew you'd blow up."
"I will not speak to that lying, presumptuous wench," he retorted.
"She's not that bad. She just gets a little over the top sometimes," Lana defended.
"Sometimes? Do you even read The Prophet?"
"Of course I read The Prophet, what do you think, I live under a rock?"
"Then you'll understand why I won't talk to her. The things she wrote about Albus were abominable."
"Severus, she'll do you justice. She promised me."
"Oh yes, and her word is worth what? Not even the paper it's written on." He got up and started pacing. "How could you do this to me?" he asked angrily.
"Severus, do you trust me?" she asked quietly.
He stopped pacing and turned to look at her. His anger washed away as he looked into her beautiful, loving eyes.
"Explicitly," he replied softly.
"Then trust me in this. I've know Rita Skeeter since we were roommates together at Hogwarts. I know things about her that few people, if any, know. If she tries anything funny, she knows she'll have to deal with me, and that I'm not one to be trifled with."
"What are you going to do? Steal all of her magic quills?" he said tartly.
She looked at him for a minute. A small smirk was on her face. Softly she answered him, "Do you remember when Rita disappeared for a while? It was soon after the Tri-Wizard Tournament."
Severus' eyebrows shot up. "You were responsible for that disappearance?"
"Well, no. But I know what happened, and I can duplicate the same set of circumstances if needed." She raised her hand to him. "Don't ask me what it was, I can't divulge her secret. Just believe me, she won't write any lies about you. It wasn't a happy year for her."
He regarded her admiringly. She was always full of surprises. He wasn't enthralled by this particular surprise, but she would make sure it worked out. He returned to the couch and to her arms.
"I'll never figure out why you condescend to be with me," he remarked. "I act like a prat sometimes." He looked at her apologetically.
She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well, most of the time," he relented.
She looked at him as if he still needed to confess something.
"Are you trying to get me to say that I act like a prat all of the time?" he asked suspiciously.
"Wouldn't that be closer to the truth?" she asked innocently. Severus' eyes narrowed as she burst out laughing. "That's part of your charm!" she said in between giggles.
After she had calmed down she took his head in her hands. "Severus Snape, I love you and will never let anyone think poorly of you again. I want the whole world to know who you really are and what you really did to save it. You deserve to be seen in the right light."
"You're extraordinary," he murmured. He brought her to him and kissed her passionately. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. They sunk into it and she pulled the covers over their heads. It was going to be a wonderful evening.
Thanks to everyone who stayed with this to the end. I appreciate your reading it. I seem to not be able to let these two alone, so I'm working on a sequel. It's called Voldemort's Legacy. I should have the first chapter posted soon.