Short Notice: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I'm just playing with the characters. Also, English is not my first language and this is my first story, so sorry. Constructive critics are very welcome.

Thank you so much for all your comments, encouragement and criticism. This is the final chapter for sure, I thought that you deserved a little glimpse of their future together.

Italic means thoughts

"Italic" means spells

A Tender Moment

After Everything

Severus was concentrated in his potion. The client had asked him to make an extremely difficult and expensive batch, he wanted to make it perfect to prove himself that he was the Master Potioneer he knew he was, Severus didn't really need the money.

He stopped working and put the lid on the cauldron, the potion had a 36 hours resting period. Severus closed the door of his lab and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

No elfs in their house at her request.

Hermione took her position at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures very seriously, as he knew she would, she was the best thing that had happened in that Department in decades, and the sods knew it.

They were trying to make her stay, offering a new office, more money, freedom to do research but nothing would work, Severus knew.

A few months ago, Potter had been on a mission looking for a smuggler that was transporting newborn dragons from South America to sell them to Russia, the exchange was made in Britain soil.

The information had been wrong, intelligence had told them that they were six wizards transporting three newborn dragons but one of those dragon wasn't a newborn, it was a full grown Chinese Fireball guarded by two more wizards.

The mission had been completed but Potter and three more Aurors were sent to St' Mungos gravely injured with burns.

Hermione had been so angry at the inefficiency of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, knowing that she could do it better, that she had been looking for a opening for the last month.

Kingsley was delighted, he had been taking the time to send Hermione a new job proposal inside that Department... every year, since the war.

Severus had watched with a cup of firewhisky covering his smirk, how Kingsley told anyone who would listen in the latest gala that Hermione Granger-Snape was going to work in his Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The Minister favoritism was showing...

Hermione Granger-Snape Severus thought with a smile.

It had been two years of marriage and sharing a home now, and he couldn't compliant. He loved waking up to her, having breakfast with her, discussing events or research, arguing or fighting with her, kissing her, touching her...

As he grab something to drink he looked across the kitchen, there was a photo, it had been taken in the Burrow at last New Year. Hermione loved the photo, and if he was being truthful so did he, but was a little embarrassed that you could see his emotions so clearly.

In the picture, Hermione was laughing at something Potter (the one who took the photo) had said, and Severus was looking down at her with an arm around her waist and a little smile on his face. Master Spy, my arse...

But he caught his train of thought and stopped, he had the right to be happy, to smile and to love after everything he had been through.

The war had ended 5 years ago, the public had finally left him alone...it took a full year and some jinxes (Hermione's) for The Prophet to stop writing and speculating about his relationship with Hermione, she never left him.

Hermione and Severus spent the first two years of their relationship navigating the social scandal, the nightmares, the trauma and scars, but they both were stubborn, the war wasn't going to break them.

Severus gazed around their home, he could see some of her books laying on the chairs and table mixed with his research for the new potion. He had never felt more at peace than now.

A sound interrupted his thoughts, the clock Molly had gifted them was showing him that Hermione was on her way home.

Severus smiled when he remembered his plan.

Two weeks ago

Severus was sitting on the table finishing breakfast while reading a new paper about the new machine that could separate atoms and releasing energy, he was subscribed to several scientific magazines, now that he could actually read whatever he wanted, and muggles were making tremendous discoveries every day.

Hermione was sitting on the chair in front of him reading a report from work, he didn't dare to ask her what it was about. Werewolves, probably.

He noticed when she stopped reading and stared at him, but he made no moves to respond knowing very well that she could be lost in thought.

"Do you remember when we agreed that I would tell you when I'm ready?" Hermione asked.

Severus raise his head and looked at her.

"Beautiful, you're going to have to be more specific. I'm sure we had several conversations that had that agreement" he replied with a twitch on his lips.

Hermione remain silent for a moment and then with a smirk said "When we talked about getting me pregnant, about you holding me down, double penetrating me and dousing my food with a Fertility Potion... remember now?"

Severus froze and then he nodded slowly.

"I'm ready, love" her voice was so soft.

His eyes widened and his breath was caught in his throat.

"Really?" his voice may have broken just a little.

She just smiled at him, and that was answer enough for him.

Standing and walking up to her, "Vanishing" everything on the table and lifting her onto it before dropping to his knees and had himself a second breakfast while hearing her lovely moans.

Severus returned his mind to the present and with a smile and a hand movement, he "Accio" the Fertility Potion.

He calculated that Hermione will be arriving in 15 minutes. She always stopped on her way home to buy that ice-cream she liked.

I better start making dinner thought Severus with hope for the future.