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VICTORY
The world is a blur of shouting and yelling and jumping and dancing, but Severus is not aware of this. Two small hands have suddenly gripped his cheeks and their owner has dragged his face roughly down to hers, and she is kissing him soundly.
Distantly Severus wonders what Death Eater had managed to escape his notice long enough to cast that final Killing Curse, and vaguely he puzzles over why he can't remember any green light. It is a bit of a shame, though – he'd been so sure that his side had been winning.
"Is this being dead?" he chokes out hoarsely, hauling his lips briefly apart from hers.
"No," Hermione replies, her voice breathless and light. "This is Victory."
Smiling, Severus kisses her again.
fin.