Chapter 34: The End

"Oi, you two, get a room!" Harry shouted from across the sunlit courtyard.

"Mr Potter I would like to remind you that just because you are not a student here anymore it doesn't mean that-" his speech was abruptly ended by her soft, red lips.

"Ewwwwww," Harry muttered, turning his back on the newly wed couple. He walked back inside the entrance hall, muttering to himself. Turning the corner to walk up the moving staircase he found Alice firmly pressed up against the stone wall with Lupin smiling happily down at her. His head lowered towards hers and their lips met in a gentle kiss. "This is ridiculous," Harry exclaimed, staring in disbelief at yet another happily wed couple.

Three years had passed since Harry had walked in on Hermione and Snape kissing. It had taken him weeks to get the image out of his head! The wedding had come as a great surprise to most people, Lupin and Alice's however was not. Harry had found out that the other members of staff had been betting on when they would make the announcement; in the end Professor Dumbledore had won.

"Harry you wouldn't per chance know where I could find Professor Snape?" Dumbledore asked, smiling at the expression of disgust on Harry's face as he continued to stare at the kissing couple.

"Which one?" Harry muttered turning to face the piercing blue eyes of the headmaster.

"Severus Snape," Dumbledore answered with a chuckle.

"Out in the courtyard snogging his wife," Harry replied, sticking his tongue out in disgust. Dumbledore chuckled yet again, peering down his half moon spectacles at Harry.

"May I ask how that is any different from you and Ginny in your first year of marriage?" Dumbledore asked with a slight smile.

"We weren't like that though! Were we?" Harry shouted uncertainly at the retreating form of Dumbledore.

"I'm afraid you were mate," Ron said, his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Don't worry though, they won't be at it for long, a year tops," Ron said reassuringly.

"A year," Harry mouthed. Ron nodded sympathetically before dragging Harry through the empty corridors towards the Quidditch pitch outside.

Hermione took out a small cream box from her robe's pockets; it had a pink ribbon tied neatly around it. She undid it with a flourish of her wand and there inside, was a sparkling black sugar rose.

"I always did prefer you in black," she said happily, fixing it in the button hole of his robes. He smiled down at her before dipping his head for another sweet kiss.

The End