A.N 3rd and final piece to this short story, I hope you enjoy this, oh by the way I thought I would mention that this little story was also inspired when I was scrolling through Snamione fan art, unfortunatly I don't remember the creator or I would of said.btw there may or may not be an epilogue but for now this is the end please enjoy and review.

I DONT OWN HARRY POTTER

The months that followed made Severus feel numb, well as numb as a painting could feel. Ever since Hermione's confession things between them had become strained. Their conversations were now short lived and never seemed to go anywhere.

Severus was afraid that things would never be the same. Although Hermione still indulged Severus in their nightly game of chess. Which then lead to their new nightly ritual.

Neither of them would say anything, but sometimes the old muggle saying, actions speak louder than words, we're indeed right.

She would rest her forehead against his and just absorb his love that he radiated.

Every night Severus would treasure the intimate moment of connection that they shared.

But also wished every night it would come true... Little did he know.

It was in the very early hours of the morning that something roused Severus from his slumber.

It was not anything from the dungeon itself, but what Severus noticed was that it was a vibrating sensation in his frame that woke him. The very wood of the frame vibrated violently as a golden writing began to appear etched onto the material.

Time for a second chance.

Just as he read the last word as it came up, the very foundations of the picture frame began to crumble around him.

Severus could feel a pulling in his stomach, bringing him to the edge of the painting.

Light blinded him as he felt himself tear through the very fabric of his painting, his body was being rebirthed through the painting, and spat him out on the floor.

Hours had passed, Severus was mightily confused and fell into a confused sleep. Only to be woken up a couple of hours later by a scream that curdled his, now new, blood.

"S, Severus?"

He gently opened his eyes to see the magnificent beauty of Hermione Granger.

"Painting? Where? I don't under..."

"Ssh... Hermione, it seems that I have been given a second chance."

"This can't be real, you can't be..."

But she was stopped by Severus touching his lips to hers, bringing Hermione to a gentle kiss.

"Oh How I had longed to do that." He confessed, his words choked, his hand gently holding her chin.

"Your here?" She breathed.

"So it would seem miss Granger."

Hermione took a second to breath in the moment and soak up his very real presence.

Her arms snaked around this body, and breathed in his scent, littering kisseson his neck leading up to his jaw. Metering the same thing after each kiss, "Your here, your real."

As much as Severus was in pure bliss, from the gentle kisses that were planted on him, he had to take a step back.

They both stood staring at each other, saying nothing yet it meaning so much.

"There is something I must confess to you Hermione, something for the past 3 years I had been terrified to admit to you. I never said this to you, because I was scared, because I knew it meant nothing if I couldn't be with you in every sence of the form."

Severus cleared his throat, "Hermione Granger...I, I'm, I'm in love with you, undeniably, irrevocably, in love with you. It broke my heart seeing you hurt from a distance being unable to comfort you. My heart is yours... if you want It?"

A smile spread on Hermione's face, quicker than a common cold.

"Of course I want your heart, as much as you have mine" the tears rolled down her face in happy elation.

"Severus I love You!"

"Kiss me."

She did.

After their equal confession of love to each other, they both quickly moved to Hermione's bed chambers.

All of their limbs were intertwined and both souls connected.

The spark of energy that ricocheted off each body as bare skin touched bare skin was indeed undeniably real. Each touch, each caress, lit a fire in each of their souls, confirming their love.

As the throws of passion took over, Severus clung on to Hermione, knowing that he would not love any other being, only her, unless they had children of course.

As the pleasure was coming to a peak, Severus stared deeply into Hermione's eyes, "I love you so much." He spoke with ragged breaths as they both came crashing down from oblivion, clinging on to one anothers souls as they became one.

When the glow of their passion was fading, Severus rolled on to his side and gently caressed the side of Hermione's cheek, she purred with content at his ministrations.

"Hermione, I have never been this happy... in ANY of my lives."

He moved his lips to her ear, "You are my Second chance, and I am never going to let you go."

The end.