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Day Twenty-Two:
A forty-four year old Hermione Granger stared into the roaring fire in the Gryffindor common room. All of the students were safely in bed, and the new head of Gryffindor house found herself lost in thought in the stomping grounds of her youth. She wrapped her arms around herself, the flames casting a flickering light against her skin. She bit her lip, wondering what things might have been like if Harry were still alive. She caught herself thinking of her best friend so often around this time of year. The anniversary of the war was approaching. Her students all clamored her to regale them with stories of her adventures. They simply didn't understand how painful it was to speak of it.
Harry had defeated Voldemort, at great personal cost. The boy she thought she would spend the rest of her life with, Ron Weasley, had died trying to recover his best friend's body. Ginny had fallen prey to Fenrir Greyback. She fought the infection and her multiple wounds for weeks before succombing to them, at last. So many were gone. Fred. Seamus. Oliver Wood, who had come to Hogwarts as part of the Order. Her very own parents had become targets of the Death Eaters, after they had seen how close she and Harry were. Tonks and Remus had died in an homage to Lily and James as they attempted to protect their son. Teddy wasn't as lucky as Harry had been, and he had been lost to the war as well. Molly Weasley had killed herself after she found out that three of her children were dead. Hermione shook her head, sighing, and exited the common room, headed to her private quarters she shared with her husband.
She entered their rooms, still utterly distracted, and shrugged out of her robes. She stoked the dying fire with her wand and set to making herself a cup of tea. She desperately hoped that it might settle her mind and allow her some rest. She felt his arms come around her waist and his chin rest on her shoulder from behind as she added honey to her cup. She relaxed into his arms. His presence always calmed her. He spoke quietly, well aware of the pensive mood she'd taken. "I have a mild calming draught, if you like, my love. It may help you to relax. Or perhaps, some Dreamless Sleep, if you'd prefer. I noticed the nightmares have returned." She turned in his arms, smiling softly at the man before kissing her husband of seventeen years. "Thank you, Severus, but I think I'll be alright." He indulged her with a smile and a nod, then withdrew to his potions lab to finish the potion he'd been working on for Madame Pomfrey when he'd heard his wife enter.
Hermione found herself, for the thousandth time, thanking the stars above that Severus had recovered from Nagini's attack. The man had pieced her back together after she lost the people dearest to her heart. She couldn't imagine what life would be like if Severus weren't in it. She finished the last of her tea and dimmed the torches on the walls of their modest kitchenette and sitting room. She cast a containment charm on the fire in the hearth, allowing heat to permeate the chill of the room, without having to worry about sparks popping and catching on the fabrics in the room. She began unbuttoning her blouse as she wandered to their bedroom, shrugging it off of her shoulders and making quick work of her skirt and stockings as well. She pulled on her most comfortable negligee. She sighed with pleasure as she sunk into bed, shivering slightly at the chill of the sheets, but she didn't find herself alone very long.
She watched as Severus peeled off his layers of clothing, dropping them into the hamper, and sliding between the sheets with his wife, clad in only his boxers. He reached for her then, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to his chest. His lips pressed against her forehead gently, and he smiled at her quiet sounds of contentment. "Do you wish to talk about it?" he wondered, softly. She shook her head, drawing even closer to him. "Talking never helps, Severus. It just makes the nightmares worse." He nodded, bringing his lips to her own. He kissed her gently. "Perhaps, a distraction?" he questioned, a very Slytherin smile on his lips. She chuckled for the first time all day. "Why, Severus, are propositioning me?" Her eyes glinted with mischief in the low light of the room. He kissed her more soundly, pleased with himself as he felt the hitch in her breath. "Are you accepting?" Hermione bit back a moan as her husband's hands drifted over the sheer silk of her nightie, passing over her nipples, which stiffened beneath the fabric in response. "Damned right, I am," she replied, tugging him down to kiss him deeply.
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