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Taking back up with my main fanfiction, Harry Potter and the Wish of Life has given me the drive to finish this story as well. The original posted story was incomplete at four chapters, which will be revised and reposted after which the new chapters will be added if interest still exists!

This story is AU for Books 6 and 7. The trio are 26 years old.

The Morning After

Chapter One

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Voldemort was dead.

The war had begun once Harry, Ron and Hermione had entered their sixth year at Hogwarts. Voldemort had steadily gathered a large portion of the wizarding community behind him, rallying as many dark wizards and magical creatures as he could find.

The Dark Mark had once again become a horribly familiar sight as hundreds of wizards and muggles fell to his reign of terror. The Order of the Phoenix had been reestablished with Dumbledore as its head. Hogwarts became the safe haven for the resistance fighters and had stood up remarkably well to Voldemort's enslaught.

An expedition beyond the veil had been able to save Sirius Black from an eternity in limbo, and once back, his fervor to see the Death Eaters destroyed had been a main factor in the Order tracking down and destroying all of the wizards' Horcruxes.

Though there had been victories, there had also been losses. Mad-Eye Moody, Madame Hooch, Dobby and little Ginny Weasley were all those who died bravely in battle.

The war came to a climax on October 31st, on the twenty-fifth anniversary of Voldemort's first defeat at the hands of Harry Potter. Harry, finding out he was a horcrux had sacrificed himself, came back to life and stood fearlessly before the Dark Lord.

In a dramatic moment, Harry had said softly, "This ends now." His magic, vast and strong, had surrounded the both of them and when it had cleared, Voldemort was dead and Harry; left standing. The boy who lived had become the man who saved the world.

The week following had been a non stop celebration as magical beings from across the world gathered in London. Hogwarts' castle, ground and airspace had been a host to at least a half a million people.

Dumbledore had confiscated Voldemort's wand in the belief that, because the dead villain's soul had been made incomplete after his first horcrux, his subsequent killing curses may have only succeeded in sending their victims to limbo.

Harry had been mightily overjoyed with this idea, glowing with the prospect of getting his parents back. With the promise of only hope and pleasure to come, the world rejoiced.

Hermione Granger sighed happily as she began to stir from slumber. The previous night had been wonderful. There had been so much going on! Though she was usually very careful, the elation from the new peace and the fact that she had been offered the job as the new History of Magic teacher (Professor Binns had decided to "give up the ghost" when it came to teaching and retired himself to floating around to look for a girlfriend) had lead her to consume a very large amount of alcohol. Hermione didn't usually unwind often, but she finally had, and she had loved it!

The young witch yawned and stretched lazily as she opened her eyes.

She gasped.

This wasn't her room!

Hermione stilled in shock as she realized that there was another person sleeping beside her.

She had slept with someone.

She had been a virgin and had slept with someone.

While drunk.

Hermione began to hyperventilate.

Okay . . . it couldn't be that bad . . . after all . . . maybe they hadn't slept together….

The fact that she found herself naked and rather sore quickly put an end to that hope.

"Oh God, Oh God."

The man in question had his back turned to face her, and Hermione vaguely noticed that it was indeed very toned. Smooth, pale skin faced her, the shoulder blades well defined and shifting slightly with each breath.

Resuming her panic attack, she slowly pulled herself up, using the sheets to cover her body.

Rationally, she realized she would have to know who this man was. With that knowledge perhaps it could work out … and … something…. Would make it better? Her reasoning was weak even to her mind, but figuring that knowledge never steered her wrong before, she decided to take a glance at him.

Carefully leaning over the man, Hermione took a good look at his face and screamed.

He shot up in bed, almost knocking her over.

"WHAT THE HELL?" He roared, and turned angry eyes on her before paling considerably. "Ms. Granger?"

"SNAPE?"

TO BE CONTINUED ...

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