Thank you so much for hanging in there and finishing this story! I know I haven't been the most consistent with updates, but I did enjoy writing it.

P.S. This is a 3 in 1 chap of sorts, and this was by far the hardest to write for me.

Epilogue: Ever After

Draco rolled over in bed and poked Harry in the ribs. "It's your turn," he said groggily.

"Oh, no it isn't," Harry returned. "I got her the last two times."

"Fine," the blonde conceded throwing on a robe.

He walked down the hall to their daughter's room to find Adrianna Renee Michaels Black screaming at the top of her four month old lungs. She looked directly at her father and seemed to quiet down—if only a little. Picking her up, he began to whisper soothing words into her ear. "Daddy's got you, love. Shhhhh."

Adrianna looked at him with large green eyes, and began to suck on her chubby, little fingers. She enjoyed terrorizing them at night. Only Harry and Draco missed out on the fun of this. They hadn't had a decent night's sleep since she was born, and they wouldn't have it any other way. Tiny Addy had been the final part to their happiness. It still amazed him that something so small could make such a difference in their lives. He knew that at times—even after they had been reunited, Harry still wondered what it had all be for. The answer had come in June, weighing in at a mere seven pounds and looking back at him with Lily Potter's eyes. If it meant getting to have Adrianna, they both would relive all of the pain again just to get to this moment.

Offering a warmed bottle to his daughter, Draco sat in the rocking chair in the living room, and began humming softly. She wasn't old enough to realize that neither of her fathers could sing.

"Have I told you how beautiful you two are together?" Harry asked leaning in the door way. His hair was standing on end and he still had a bemused look on his face.

"You may have mentioned it," Draco replied with a smile.

Harry knelt down and stroked the infant's dark hair. They had each donated several samples of sperm before the invitro finally worked, and they hadn't been necessarily concerned with "who's" daughter she was biologically, but there was no denying that she shared Harry's genes. Draco knew that, and if anything, he loved her more for it. "Next," Harry said with an impish grin, "I think we need a blonde haired angel."

Looking down at her finally contented face, Draco smiled. "Yes, but let's at least get this one off to school first."

"We have a big day tomorrow," Harry told their daughter. "You're going to your first party."

Draco found it adorable when Harry talked to her like that.

When she was finally back to sleep, Draco leaned his head on his husband's shoulder. "Did you ever think we'd be this happy?"

"I didn't know I could be this happy."

Draco kissed him deeply on the mouth. He wasn't too tired that he would pass up an opportunity like this. The two crept off to their own room, where they each shed their boxers. They still made love like it was the first time, every time. Kissing and touching everywhere. There were no more boundaries between them.

Harry caressed Draco's cheek. "So beautiful," he murmured just before he entered. Draco no longer questioned those words. If he was beautiful to Harry, the world could fuck off. This was theirs and theirs alone. This was their happily ever after.

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"RONALD WEASLEY, DO NOT PUSH YOUR SISTER!" The shrill, matronly voice rang through the air, and was an odd delight for everyone who heard it. Molly picked up her two year old granddaughter Ginny, and kissed a skinned elbow.

Four-year old Ron, made a pouting face at his grandmother, and looked at his mother for help. "She took my truck!"

Hermione sighed and pulled the boy on to her lap—which there wasn't much of given the fact that she was already large with the next addition to their own little clan. "You need to share, darling."

Just then, something caught the boy's attention. "Uncle Harry! Uncle Draco!"

Harry bent over and scooped his Godson up with his good arm. Ron locked his arms around Harry's neck. "I heard that it's someone's birthday today."

"It's mine! Did you buy me something?"

"I think we might have," the dark haired man said with a laugh.

Hermione smiled and moved to take the sleeping bundle from Draco's arms. Peering down at the tiny girl, Hermione couldn't help but remember Ron and Ginny being the same size. She kissed Draco on the cheek. "She looks so peaceful."

Draco chuckled. "She's definitely peaceful from about two in the afternoon until midnight when she decides it's time to play."

Hermione was about to compare parenting notes when she saw Severus and Neville come in. Severus was looking quite annoyed, and Neville had his usual smile in place. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't make it," she said teasingly.

The potions master sneered at that. "Someone lost track of time."

That "someone" shrugged. "We didn't miss anything, did we?"

"Harry and Draco have only just arrived," she assured him.

"Where is Bill?" Draco asked.

Hermione could only grin at that. "Outside looking at Arthur's new car."

That brought back memories. Hermione would never forget the time Harry and Ron stole the flying car. Ron had been in such trouble for it. There was a great deal of laughter and of reminiscing that day. Even Severus chimed in a time or two to comment on how insufferable they had all been as teenagers. Harry told stories of all of the ways Ron had annoyed her, including tormenting her about her house elf liberation movement. By the time it was over, her face hurt from laughing

Unlike before, she now cherished these memories. They no longer made her want to curl into a ball and cry. That had been another time, and another life. Everything that had happened since then had mended the gaps in her heart. Her children and her husband brought her back to life after so long of going through the motions. She knew that this was the life that Ron would have wanted her to live.

Bill and Arthur came in just in time to catch the tail end of a story, and Bill put his arms around his wife. His hands marveled at the expanse of her. She knew that it brought him great joy to see her like this. The healers had told her that she would never bear children. It was safe to say, the healers were wrong.

The group of all was ushered into the kitchen by Molly to where she had a slightly lopsided chocolate cake. Everyone but Severus joined in a hearty rendition of "Happy Birthday," and Ron's impish face was aglow as he blew out the candles.

When the cake had been cut and the presents opened, Bill stood up and raised a bottle of butterbeer. "I would like to thank you all for coming. Hermione and I are always happy to see you…well, almost always," he corrected looking at the twins. "I wanted to let you know that I was recently asked to take over the Charms class at Hogwarts, and I have accepted. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and I will all be moving to Hogsmeade this fall before the baby is born."

Hermione simply couldn't resist. "Babies, dear."

Bill's eyes got large. "Babies?"

Everyone stared at Hermione. "Twins?" Molly squealed.

Hermione nodded, and kissed her husband.

"Eww!" Ron said making a face.

All of the adults laughed.

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It was good to be home, Severus thought as he collapsed onto the bed. He was thoroughly exhausted. All of the sappy family fun had given him a raging headache. Despite the fact that he had made amends will everyone, it didn't mean he actually wanted to spend time with them. The only reason he went was that Neville liked things like that.

His lover was standing beside the bed taking off his clothes, and Severus was definitely enjoying the view. "That was fun" he said with a smile. "It was good to see everyone so settled and happy."

"Hmmm…well, I'm glad we don't have to see it too often."

"I'm getting a shower," Neville announced. "Coming?"

He didn't wait for an answer as he strolled bare assed to the bathroom. Severus was not far behind. It took him a moment to shed his clothes, and he was treated to the sound of water running, and Neville's sigh as the spray hit his body. The water was steaming hot when he joined him in the shower.

"Here," Severus said grabbing the soap. "Let me help you clean up a bit."

He lathered up his hands and began stroking Neville's hardening cock. The moan that escaped his lips was enough to make Severus want him even more. He pushed Neville against the wall roughly and began working his own hardness against Neville's. Pleasure sent shivers down his spine as the friction worked its magic. Finally, he could take no more. "Turn around," he commanded.

"Yes, professor," Neville replied mischievously earning himself a crack on the ass.

"That will teach you to be cheeky with me," he said before entering the tightness in front of him.

Later that evening, the pair laid together beneath the covers half listening to David Letterman. They were both completely contented at the moment. Neville let out an amused sniff at one of the things on the top ten list.

"I've only got three weeks of summer left," he said lacing his fingers with his lover's. Had anyone else said that, Severus would have assumed that it was a bad thing, but with Neville it was quite the opposite. He loved teaching.

"Yes, and you'll be snoring by ten o'clock again, old man," Severus teased. Neville's twenty-eighth birthday had just passed.

"Unlike you, I can't sleep in. Your lab will be there no matter what time you get up."

The dark haired man was very proud of his potions laboratory in the basement. If any muggle were to open the door to the basement, all they would see was a dingy, dirty set of stairs, but to a wizard the view was quite different. He had quite the set up down there. It was where he experimented tirelessly on new formulas. He had just completed a new version of the wolfsbane potion. Future generations of werewolves would be forever in his debt.

"Yes, and unlike your students my lab doesn't make stupid comments either," Severus added.

Neville laughed, and laid his head down on Severus' chest. "We both have our passions."

"I think the shower just proved that."

"You know what I mean. I don't honestly think that I could ask for anything more," he commented.

"I can't think of much, either," Severus agreed. "Only one thing really."

Neville looked confused. "And what exactly is that?"

"I wish I had known all of your dirty little secrets sooner. You had me entirely convinced that you were a saint. I never would have guessed you were every bit the demanding devil that I am."

Neville smiled, and kissed Severus' palm. "How I loved watching your hands! But now, I get to touch all of you."

It never ceased to amaze Severus how erotic some of those touches could be. Severus Snape had finally met someone to match him passion for passion, and face his snark with good humor. He didn't take that for granted. Maybe that's what made the pleasure so much more. He knew to savor every one of those intimate touches, and return them full force.

Who would have thought that of all people it would Neville Longbottom in bed of Professor Snape tonight?

The End