The taste of Hermione's lips was pure ambrosia. Severus thought, not for the first time, that he could lose himself in her kisses and never regret a thing.

The slight tug at his trouser leg, however, insisted that he return to reality.

"Daaaaad!" Padraic whinged. "It's your tuuuuurn."

Alessia chimed in with the ten minutes of maturity she held over her twin. "Let Mummy go. People are waiting on us."

"You can take my turn, Alessia," Severus murmured, kissing his wife again.

"But Daaaad, you said this was your favorite hole!" his son protested, pointed toward the windmill.

"Second favorite, surely," Hermione whispered in his ear, voice sultry after being rather thoroughly snogged in the middle of the first hole green.

Chuckling, Severus moved to pick up his putter with a wink. "Time for that tonight, dearest," he admonished, reminding her of their plans for later - much later - in the evening.

He lined up his shot, putted the pink ball toward the spinning blades of the mill, and...missed.

Spectacularly.

I gave myself some leeway on this one...more than 100 words. Surely Alessia and Padraic deserve that much.

And that, my friends, is the end of Snake in the Hole. I still plan to go back and illustrate the fic, but my 2d art skills are slow and...um...crude? So It may be another 7 months before I finish all the watercolors.

Thank you all for sticking with me through this fic and thank you in particular to those who took the time to comment (and sometimes converse!) nearly every day. You all make my day brighter.

And thank you, Toodaloo, for this challenge. *hugs*