This is atonement for me being a complete git to Severus Snape in nearly all of my fics. He's either buggered, a bad guy (so buggered off scene) or both. He's actually one of my favourite characters, and really doesn't deserve it. This is for him.
…There are some who will have seen this before, on my super secret other account. I just realised that as it was pr0nz it would be better posted here. :). And for those of you who are then going to say that I"m breaking the guidelines, well, no, I'm not. There is only one copy of this fic on this sight and that is this one.
Oh, and I suppose I better stick a disclaimer on here too...Um, If I owned Harry Potter, this totally would happen...NOT! lol I like my queers queer. But sriously, i dont own.
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Everything was still. The sun rose behind the glass painting silken strands of pink and gold across the walls. The room was quiet, the peaceful, repetitive breathing of his bedmate rolling like waves across the silence. Outside, birds were just beginning to sing. The room was washed in glowing warmth the Potions Master had never felt before. He sighed happily.
Outside the world would be hectic. Students, teachers, parents – they would all have problems when they woke up. Even the ministry officials that nagged at the school would want answers. He'd have a list of duties, the occasional class to teach and probably a whole pile of forms to sign and letters to write. But that didn't matter now.
Now he was content, lying warm among the white sheets of his marital bed, wrapped in the arms of his beautiful lover. The girl was truly beautiful, not cursed with the transient beauty that dies with youth and good-humour. They were both older now, their late thirties, but she was still Venus. Not a line marred the angelic shape of her face, save only the faintest creases around the curses of her gentle smile. Her hair was still as red and vibrant as the day he met her, and her delicate skin still as pure as snow.
Two children slept peacefully in the next room, Harry and Gemma Prince. Beautiful twins, just like their mother, with wavy, jet-black hair. The house was big and safe, an old farmhouse hidden in the Italian countryside. When the children awoke, they woke run down to the village for the post, and when they got back there would be breakfast, Lily in her silk dressing gown, and him in neat black robes reading the dull news the Prophet had to offer.
Severus sighed contentedly and leant across to place a soft, gentle kiss against his lover's lips, and bright emerald-green eyes opened, dusted with the last traces of sleep. He traced the curve of her jaw with his thumb, and she smiled, there lips meeting once more. Severus had never known a paradise like waking up at dawn.