The usual disclaimer applies. I own nothing and make nothing, and anything you recognise belongs to the talented J K Rowling.
Just a bit of birthday fluff, with a tiny scoop of angst thrown in, in honour of our favorite potions professor's 53rd birthday.
Hermione woke up crying, the last remnants of her dream still coursing through her thoughts. She breathed in and out rapidly, trying to regroup after such an awful dream.
She looked over at the other side of the bed, and then started sobbing once again as she saw it was empty. She was just about to panic until her husband came in quickly, a concerned look etched on his face.
"Are you okay? I heard you screaming, and thought you must have had another nightmare." He pulled her into his arms and embraced her tightly. "Was it the final battle once again?"
"Yes," she sobbed into his shoulder. "I dreamt that I lost you...that I did not get there in time."
He leaned in towards her, and lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "I'm here, and you didn't lose me. It was just another dream. I'm so sorry that they have been plaguing you so frequently."
"But today, of all days. I'm so sorry," and she pulled him more tightly against her chest. "I-I was wanting to get up before you, to make you breakfast in bed."
"That is quite alright." He stroked his fingers softly down her ribcage. "I was rather hoping to spend quite a bit of time in this bed today." He kissed her shoulder, then moved upward to place another kiss on her neck. "Maybe you can serve me dinner in bed, instead?"
"Hmm...I do believe that would work," Hermione said breathlessly as he kissed her neck. "Oh...and Severus?"
"Yes?" He spoke softly as he slipped his hands into her nightgown.
"Happy Birthday."
A/N...What in my mind happened at the end of DH. And the epilogue was just another nightmare that Hermione had dreamed. I can wish, right?
Happy 53rd birthday, Severus Snape.