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Kiss and Tell

Hermione and Harry sat at their table in Potions class, Ron behind them and Draco two seats over. The seventh-years had taken their NEWTs, and today was their last class. Hermione scribbled on a piece of parchment: We need to tell them, you know.

A reply appeared magically underneath what she had written: Of this I am aware, Hermione. How exactly do you suggest we do this? Is it really worth the scandal? Graduation is tomorrow.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Of course, she knew she was graduating the next day, but she wanted everything in the open before she returned as Charms professor next year. She had already sat for her Charms mastery and—due to her extensive study with the soon-to-be-retired Professor Flitwick—had passed with full marks. She wrote: Call me by my real name, then. It's not hard to do… I want everyone to know, we don't have to hide anymore and I'm tired of it.

Fine, I will, came the response, and we'll just see how you like it when we're the talk of the school for the remainder of the school year.

"Excuse me! Are you paying attention or are you day dreaming?" Professor Snape demanded, slamming his fist down on top of the parchment in front of Hermione.

Hermione looked up, startled. "Sorry, Sir, I was day dreaming. What were you saying?" She blinked innocently up at him, the corner of her mouth twitching—yearning to smirk at the intimidating man in black.

Professor Snape let a growl escape the back of his throat. Harry scooted a few inches farther away from Hermione and the Professor; Ron sank deep into his seat; Draco leaned forward, not wanting to miss a second of this long-awaited confrontation. "What, pray tell, is so interesting that you let it get in the way of paying attention to your Potions class?"

"Possibly," Hermione fired back, "I was thinking of the things the Potions master said last night when we were alone in his chambers."

Snape paled slightly, "Insolent little witch! How dare you?" He grabbed Hermione's arm and yanked her up to face him. "You know full well that those chambers are not mine, they are ours, Mrs. Snape."

Hermione giggled, "I stand corrected. My apologies."

"You will have sufficient time to apologize this evening in our chambers. I refuse to waste precious class time discussing our private relations in front of a group of hormonal seventeen year olds."

Hermione laughed gently, "Whatever you say."

Snape held the back of Hermione's neck, "A dutiful reply from a silly, young wife." He paused, "But a wife I love very much nevertheless."

Hermione leaned up and pressed a brief but loving kiss to her husband's lips. "I love you, too, Severus."

Harry grimaced and slipped off his seat; Ron dropped his head to his desk with a loud thud; Draco ran from the room.