The weeks following Voldemort's demise were quite busy. The cadre of Death Eaters had calmed down immediately when Hermione and Neville told them to, and had spent time picking up flowers from Malfoy Manor's garden while waiting for Aurors to arrive to arrest them. It took some time, and both Hermione and Neville were bedecked with garlands and bouquets before the last of the Death Eaters left with the Aurors to await for their trial.

Of course they first had to arrange for just and fair trials, which meant the Wizengamot and the Ministry needed to be cleansed of corruption: another task suited for Neville and Hermione. Both were dressed to kill: they simply had to saunter in, smile and ask to run some interviews, then ask each and every person to state for the record how corrupt they actually were. It wasn't easy: there was no real way to stop the blathering once the besotted people began, and they might never be able to look Kingsley in the eyes again without thinking of spanking with wet leaves of lettuce on a very private... places.

Ahem.

Azkaban and the cells in the Aurory were pretty crowded when the trials finally began, but Dementors cleared quite a bit of space among the most corrupt Death Eaters, and for some members of the Ministry and Wizengamot a simple dismissal and some fines were deemed sufficient. New politicians were instated, after some painful interviews that left both Hermione and Neville wanting to scrub their brain with bleach (what the heck was it with politicians and wet leaves of lettuce?!), but gradually, a cleaner, fairer wizarding world emerged from the layers of bribery, prejudice and corruption. For the time being, anyway: they'd never be able to monitor it forever.

The Daily Prophet was helpful: after some sweet smiles and polite requests they ran daily articles on the corruption uncovered. The Daily Prophet also became the first ever newspaper to feature a full-colour pin-up centerfold: it featured Neville Longbottom in leather pants and his white silk shirt halfway open. It took Hermione two hours to coax Neville out of a broom closet after that one.

She managed the stop them from doing the same to her, although a few owls carrying advance copies had to make a u-turn in flight.

Rita Skeeter was a big surprise: the woman confessed she'd long harboured love and attraction to Hermione and had ran her scathing and scandalous articles out of jealousy. She took a voluntary wand oath to never, ever again write about anything pertaining to Hermione Jean Granger. Hermione rewarded the poor woman with a little kiss out of compassion: Rita practically floated out of the office in euphoria, while Hermione spent the next hour in a scalding hot shower scrubbing and washing her teeth repeatedly, hoping for a kind and quick Obliviate. Worst decision EVER, including the infamous Polyjuice And Cat Hair-Incident.

Both she and Neville were still holding back on their respective relationships: Neville confessed he'd grown more than a little attracted to Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff, but did not wish to take an advantage of her while she was still affected by the lust- and obsession-inducing qualities of their Glamour: Hermione did the same with Professor Snape, though reluctantly and with regret.

Snape spent hours upon hours in his laboratory brewing an antidote for the potion: he had very little to work on, since Slughorn had managed to Evanesco most of the spilled brew and what was left were some clumps in the cauldron and the Pensieve-memories from Seamus, Hermione and Neville. They decided that once Professor Snape was finished with the antidote, he'd destroy both the remains of the potion and the memories so that nobody could ever again recreate the Glamour: it'd be all too easy to rule the world with it. Luckily the combination of three botched potions combined by explosion made nigh impossible to recreate: Snape explained that the exact amount of the airborne clumps of magical glue and Lust Potion would be impossible to confirm from the memories: the air would also have cooled them down, the amount of air molecules combined with the potions... it had been nothing short of a miracle it had worked out the way it did.

The word of the Potions accident did spread, and there had been attempts to recreate it. Explosions in potions labs were abundant for weeks, and various ambitious researchers were found glued to the ceilings or the walls, attempting to hump inanimate objects, looking like offspring of an unholy coupling between a Niffler and an ostrich, or simply in quite small pieces.

In the end only a partial antidote was successful: Neville and Hermione would remain breathtakingly beautiful and sexy, but the lust-inducing Glamour would cease to function. They wouldn't be able to command people at their whim, but that was the best Professor Snape could do: there were simply too many variables in the potion to remove their marvellous beauty. Of course Snape — "Call me Severus, my lovely Hermione, I'll always be Severus to you" — assured her he'd always seen her as the most beautiful creature on earth, even before the Glamour.

They were ready to down the antidote in Headmaster Dumbledore's office, when the door burst open and Draco Malfoy rushed in with a ring and proposed to Hermione Granger on bended knee: Hermione downed her phial and smirked as she watched Malfoy's eyes widen in shock as the haze of lust lifted and he realized he'd just proposed to a Mudblood in the Headmaster's office.

"I'll need to put that memory in Pensieve and make copies. Oh Malfoy? Do make sure your Father hears about this!" Draco Malfoy straggled away, nearly falling down the stairs.

Hannah Abbot finally kissed Neville Longbottom and the two departed with shy smiles to discuss their future. Hermione turned to Professor Snape, who smirked and swept her off her feet, carrying her down to the dungeons where he not only ravished her, but also ravaged her and did some other rather unspeakable and delightful and pleasurable things with her in complete and utter bliss for the next several days, while the house-elves provided them with food and drinks. He proposed to her in two weeks.

Voldemort had been vanquished, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter were the three heroes of the wizarding world, political corruption had been weeded for the time being, Ronald Weasley would be jealous as fuck and pissed off, and there were two high-profile weddings to come.

Headmaster Dumbledore was left alone in his office. He looked at his shrivelled and blackened hand and said "Well... fuck."