A/N All characters belong to Rowling. I'm only playing with them!
There wasn't as much coverage of the miraculous recovery of one, Severus Snape. That suited him just fine. The only person who would have cared was nestled against his side; her face buried in his neck.
It had been several weeks since that night she saved his life. An actual smile appeared on his face as he thought about the day ahead. Hermione and he were going house hunting. After discovering the emotion they kept to themselves. They knew they didn't want to spend another day apart. She agreed to move in with him and he insisted they find a better house. They argued a bit over that decision but he finally won her over.
"I always called you the Princess of Gryffindor. You deserve a palace not this shit hole I call home."
"You should pick out the house. You won't allow me to pay for any of it. Therefore, you should be the one to pick. It'll be YOUR home if something should ever happen to us."
He walked over to her and cradled her face in his hands.
"You are home to me. It matters not where I live as long as you are with me. It took me years to find somewhere I belong. That somewhere is anywhere you are."
She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him reverently before guiding him back upstairs to the bed room. He pulled her tighter as the memory came to him. He'd gone most of this life without the feel of a woman's love. This little sprite of a woman was trying to make up for lost time. He had his work cut out for him. Funny, really, he didn't seem to mind the hard work.
This is the epilogue. It's very short I know but I just kind of wanted to give a small glimpse of what happened in the end. Thank you all for being so patient with me while I got my act together and finally finished this story. I was never satisfied with it before but now it resembles a bit more of what I envisioned in my head. I'd like to thank again Dragon Quills. If not for her, this story would never have been completed.