Disclaimer : I still don't own Harry Potter. Shocking, I know ;)

Hello, everyone :) Sorry about the delay. I fell down a rabbit hole reading some very good Remione fics and then I wrote a new little one-shot called Teach Me Tonight. Look it up under my profile if you like, it's another sweet Remione pairing.

Last we left, Hermione graduated, got back together with her one true love and both her & Remus would be returning to Hogwarts as a teacher and apprentice. Our story fast-forwards a bit now. Hope you enjoy it. Still not quite done either, one more chapter after this one :)

One Year Later

Hermione paced back and forth in the small examination room at St. Mungo's Hosptial, the furious click of her heels on the cement floor, mimicked her own racing heart rate. She was watching a test subject through a one-way, glass observation window, carefully monitoring their vital signs, and the magical clock on the cold, white, sterile wall.

The past year of her apprenticeship was quickly coming to a close and tonight her and Severus were yet again testing out the potion they had spent ten painstaking months developing. Hermione didn't want to get her hopes up, their forty-five previous tests had failed. But deep down she hoped tonight's would be the one that finally worked. Her apprenticeship was ending in two weeks and she would marry Remus the week after that. She wanted so desperately to have something important to show for this year of hard work and sacrifice.

She watched Severus enter the exam room and give the patient a vile of bubbling, bright bright green potion. As the patient took the disgusting concoction, pulling quite the sour face as she swallowed, Severus recited a quiet incantation. Hermione recorded the start time on her clipboard and watched the patient with wide, alert eyes.

"You will stay here in this room while we monitor your vital signs for the next two hours. Barring any complications, you should be able to go home after that," said Severus.

The subject, a young woman with a short blonde bob-haircut, not much older than Hermione, nodded and sat nervously in the chair. Severus left and joined Hermione to observe in the adjacent room.

Hermione bit her bottom lip, wishing for the time to pass by more quickly. The clocked clicked and time passed painfully slow. Finally the two hours were up and their test subject hadn't experienced anything at all, at least no outward changes.

Severus blew out a breath, "Well, no discernable changes, what do you think?"

Hermione put her head in her hands and let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. As she lifted her head, she gave Severus a genuine smile and said, "I think we've finally done it."

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She could feel him. She knew he was there, even though her eyes were closed. Could smell him, feel his warmth near her, like rays from the sun. She smiled knowing how close he was.

She stretched and rolled over in her small bed in the Burrow's uppermost bedroom to find Remus sitting on the floor, smiling at her.

"What are you doing here?", she asked, yawning and peeling her eyes, open.

She smiled at her handsome husband-to-be, who was kneeling beside her bed, looking relaxed and content. He brushed her luscious curls from her face to bend forward and kiss her lovely lips.

"You know you're not supposed to be here, it's bad luck," she said smiling, obviously happy to be with him.

"Ah, that's just some silly muggle superstition. Besides we don't need luck," he said, kissing the palm of her hand, "We have each other."

For the past few weeks, they had been so busy preparing for this day, the day they would finally be wed. The Weasleys had graciously hosted their rehearsal dinner at the Burrow and Hermione had spent the night there while Remus returned to the quarters they shared at Hogwarts. When he awoke though and remembered that Hermione wasn't there with him, he simply had to see her and be with her. Superstitions be damned. He dressed quickly and floo'd to the Burrow full of sleeping Weasleys before sunrise, and quietly crept to her bedroom, just so he could watch her sleep.

"You've never been more beautiful. I'm one lucky man," he said taking in the sight of her with awe and wonder.

"I'm sorry, I just had to see you before the ceremony," he said sheepishly, like a child being caught sneaking candy.

"Is something wrong?", she asked, taking his hands in hers, her face suddenly betraying her nerves.

He smiled indulgently, "No, dearest, nothing at all. I just wanted to have you all to myself before this day began. I can't wait to become your husband," he said, holding her hand, kneeling before her.

"I also wanted to give you something," he said, pulling out his wand as she sat up in bed.

He sat down beside her and gently pulled the locket away from her skin and held it in his hands, his wand pointed at it and murmured a spell she had never heard of. When he finished, he pulled the locket open to show the previously empty space now had two pictures, one of Hermione and one of Remus, both as children.

She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Remus. This is incredible."

In the enchanted picture of Remus, he was probably four or five yeas old and was smiling, his sweet face full of joy, his eyes bright and kind, just like the man she loved today. Young Remus broke into giggles and looked away, his face so delighted and free of worry. She knew right then and there it was her life's mission to bring that weightless joy back to her beloved forever.

Then she caught sight of the picture of herself as a girl and paused.

"How...how did you get this picture of me? This isn't one of the ones I have left from my parents. How did you do this?", she asked, her voice cracking at the sight of her childhood herself.

It was a picture from a memory of baking cookies with her mother for Christmas. In the photo, she was five years old. She remembered it clearly, the warmth of their kitchen, the smell of spices, her small hands covered in sugar and flour and the sweet kisses her mother gave her. It was truly beautiful to see and experience again.

"It's a powerful summoning spell that draws an image from a person's memory. Severus taught it to me," he said, smiling at the pictures.

"You look so happy in this picture," he said. "So beautiful. I hope we have a daughter some day and I hope she looks just like you," he said, closing the locket and giving her a tender kiss.

"I love you, Remus. I can't wait to become your wife," she said, the tears now threatening to fall.

"I have a present for you, as well," she said. "But I want to wait to give it to you until after the ceremony, if that's alright?", she asked.

"Of course, love," he said, slightly puzzled, wondering what she had in store for him.

"I should really get going," he finally said. "Everyone will be up soon and you have to start getting ready. If Molly finds me up here, she'll tar and feather me," he said with a sweet smile.

But as he stood to leave, Hermione pulled him back for a passionate, longing kiss. She deepened it and held him tight, feeling every part of him; the soft stubble on his face, the mintiness of his mouth, the feel of his soft hands, holding her with such a fierce grip. She wanted to know and remember every inch of him, every little thing that made up this incredible man, for his love was a gift the likes of which she had never known. She couldn't bear to let him go.

He slowly pulled away and said, "Love, we should really stop," his voice hoarse and his body humming with excitement as he chanced a nervous glance at her bedroom door. "Someone could walk in...", he tried to offer but she silenced him with another lingering kiss, as she pulled off the old t-shirt of his that she always slept in and climbed into his lap, completely naked.

"I think we have a little bit of time," she said, her voice low and full of wanting.

He smiled and felt dizzy from the heat, then leaned into the sweet kiss, abandoning all worry and concern. After all, he loved her far too much to ever deny her anything.

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Hours later found a nervous Remus pacing the front living room in the Burrow, dressed in crisp, dark gray dress robes, feeling excited, happy and inexplicably nervous. Severus watched with amusement.

"Remus, do try and sit down. You're going to wear a whole straight through the floorboards," said Severus as he waited with the nervous groom, along with Harry, Ron, George and Bill.

"Ah, he's just a bit nervous," said Arthur. "It's alright, Remus, we all have a bit of nerves on the big day. It's only natural," said the older man, clapping a friendly hand to his shoulder.

Ron and Bill gave sympathetic nods, "Yeah, I threw up twice on my wedding day," said Bill who was holding his young daughter Victoire while Fleur and all the women helped Hermione get ready upstairs.

"I was more scatter-brained than anxious on my wedding day," said Ron smiling at the memory.

"I forgot to wear socks that day, Mum damn near busted a gasket when she saw the wedding pictures."

"It just means you're excited. Today's gonna be great, Remus," said a smiling Harry.

"Hermione is the best, you're one lucky bastard," said Ron as he threw Remus a smirk.

"That I am," Remus said, smiling.

Suddenly the front door opened and in walked a tall, beautiful woman who looked momentarily lost but brightened as she locked eyes with Remus.

"Remus! Congratulations on your big day!", she said, bringing him in for a warm hug.

"Marie, I'm so glad you could make it!", he smiled.

Turning to all his friends, Remus said, "Gentlemen, may I introduce my cousin, Marie Ward."

The assembled company all stood and welcomed the lovely woman warmly but no one seemed as taken with her as the potions master. She was the daughter of Remus' mother's sister and she was beautiful. She was in her early thirties, tall, with an effortless grace about her. Her shoulder length sandy blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes, combined to have a devestating effect on Severus, who took the young woman's hand and bowed deeply.

"Miss Ward, it is a pleasure to meet you," Severus said, his voice warm and welcoming as he took in her beauty with pleasure.

"She's a healer at St. Mungo's, she works mostly with children," said Remus but he could see that the potions master hadn't really taken in his words, for he was too taken in by the seemingly bottomless depths of the young woman's deep blue eyes. His cousin smiled sweetly at the attention and looked away to hide her blush.

For once in his life, the loquacious Severus Snape, was at a loss for words as he smiled rather sincerely at the lovely woman before him. A friendly hand on his back from Remus pulled him from his reverie as he grasped for anything to say to the stunning woman before him.

"You know, Marie," said Remus, who was trying valiantly to help his dear friend. "Severus here is our potions master at Hogwarts and he's single-handedly patented many healing potions, I'm sure you two would have a lot to talk about," said an amused Remus.

Marie smiled brightly and said, "That's fascinating. I'd love to pick your brain about an idea I have for possible uses for ditany and brittle honeysuckle extract as a new pain relief medicine. My early trials are promising but I could definitely use an expert such as yourself. Maybe after the ceremony, we could have a drink and discuss it further, that is if my cousin won't be needing you?", she asked, smiling sweetly, her voice like a siren's call to the entranced professor.

Regaining some composure, Severus gently cleared his throat and said, "Why yes, that would be lovely, Miss Ward."

Placing a warm hand on Severus' arm that caused his breath to catch, she said, "Please, call me Marie. I'll look for you after the ceremony, Severus," she smiled and disappeared back out the front door to wait with the rest of the guests.

As she left, a stunned Severus turned around to see a room full of friends smirking at him.

"What are you all looking at?", he said attempting to be intimidating but failing miserably as a crimson blush inched its way up his pale cheeks.

"Ooohhhh, Severus likes a girl!", teased Harry in a playful, sing-song voice. Severus should have been angry but Harry's smiling face showed only genuine happiness for the long-suffering potions master. The other chuckled softly at this.

Remus slung a friendly arm around Severus' shoulder and said, "It's perfectly alright to like a lady, Severus. Marie is quite lovely and currently unattached. You should talk to her later."

Severus looked momentarily flustered by the attention but quickly shook the unfamiliar feeling away and gave his good friend a simple nod.

"Yes, perhaps I will. I'm sure we would have quite a bit in common, professionally-speaking. I'm sure I would enjoy speaking with her," he said rather stiffly, trying to hide his feelings.

"Oh, I bet you'll find more to do than talk," smirked Ron, who was absolutely delighted to be able to rib Severus without fear of point loss or threat of detention.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Mr. Weasley," Severus smirked back.

The tension broken, the men sat patiently awaiting the bride.

Finally, Molly came bustling down the steps with Fleur in tow and said, "Alright, gentlemen, I do believe we're all ready. Arthur, George, will you go and make sure the guests are seated and that the wizard from the ministry is all set to start."

"Ginny and Luna will bring Hermione down in a moment so all of you get going and find your places," said Molly, happy to have all her ducklings together for such a happy event.

As Bill, Fleur, Victorie and Arthur went out to the garden to make sure everything was ready, Severus turned to Remus and said with a smile, "Well, friend, are you ready?"

His heart beating like a snare drum, Remus closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said, "I've never been more ready."

Severus smiled, clapped his back and said, "Well, then, let's get you married."

XXXXXX

The Burrow's front garden was transformed into an elegant, intimate setting. Rows of white chairs were filled with dear friends and family, everyone looked happy as the sun was sinking in the pink summer sky and enchanted lights twinkled from the surrounding trees. Gardenias, lilies and white roses covered each chair back and a large trellis covered in fragrant night-blooming jasmine was arranged as an altar.

A long, white carpet led from the house all the way to the altar where Remus and his best man, Severus, were waiting, along with Arthur as a groomsman. The string quartet began to play and soon Luna and Ginny joined them at the altar as Hermione's bridesmaid and maid of honor. Bill then walked in with Fleur and Victorie and Draco accompanied Mrs. Weasley.

Remus gathered all his courage as the quartet changed their melody to announce that his bride was coming. As the burrow door opened, out stepped Ron who held out his hand for Hermione, with Harry bringing up the rear, adjusting her long train as best he could.

Hermione took both Ron's arm and Harry's as her two oldest friends walked her down the aisle to meet her soulmate. Remus felt breathless with joy as he saw his beautiful bride walking towards him. If he lived to be a thousand, he would never forget how she looked at that very moment, radiant, like the sun itself shone from within her. Graceful, in a long, flowing white silk gown, her beautiful curls cascading down her back, her face bright from smiling. He felt tears of joy prick his eyes at the sight, as Severus handed him a crisp, white handkerchief.

"She looks beautiful, Remus," Severus said, placing a reassuring hand on his back. It wasn't the first time Severus wished he too had someone to share his life with.

Remus turned to him and smiled at the words as he wiped away his tears. He had never seen her look so happy or more beautiful.

As she reached her beloved, Ron and Harry gave her sweet kisses on her cheek and shook hands with Remus.

"You take good care of our girl," Harry said softly, his voice full of so many emotions, as he gave Remus a warm hug.

"I promise, Harry, I always will," said Remus and Harry knew truer words had never been spoken.

As Harry and Ron took their seats, Remus took Hermione's hand in his and placed a tender kiss on her cheek, "You're so beautiful. I love you," he whispered.

"I love you so much, Remus," she whispered back.

The small, bespeckled officiant smiled at the sweet couple and began the ceremony.

"Dearly, beloved. We are gathered here today to witness the eternal union of two dear souls. To quote a much-loved muggle poet, 'Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds or bends with the remover to remove. Oh, no. It is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken.'"

"Remus and Hermione have faced many a challenge and yet their love has persevered. It has grown and thrived and we are here to honor that love and their commitment to eachother."

"As a symbol of that commitment, the happy couple will now exchange their vows."

"Hermione Jean Granger, do you promise to take Remus John Lupin as your husband, forsaking all others and be only unto him? To love, honor, cherish and protect him, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for as long as you both shall live?", the small officiant asked, peering over his glasses at the blushing bride.

She smiled through her tears and said, "I do, with all my heart."

"Remus John Lupin, do you promise to take Hermione Jean Granger as your wife, forsaking all others and be only unto her? To love, honor, cherish and protect her, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for as long as you both shall live?"

Looking into her eyes, Remus could see his future, his children, growing old, every single thing he always wanted. With tears in his eyes, he said, "I do. Always and forever, I do," bringing her delicate fingers to his lips for a sweet kiss, his eyes full of adoration.

She squeezed his hands at his beautiful words, feeling positively euphoric.

"You will now offer one another a ring, a sacred bond of love that no man can break," the officiant said, as Ginny and Severus each produced simple, gold wedding bands. Remus and Hermione clasped eachother hands and positioned the rings right atop the tips of eachother's ring fingers.

"As you slip the bands onto eachother's hands, kindly repeat after me," said the officiant, "Please take this ring as a symbol of my everlasting love and devotion."

They repeated the words as the bands slipped into place with ease. The bands immediately glowed white and slowly changed back to shining gold, each fitting perfectly.

"Remus, you may now kiss your bride," he said smiling.

And Remus took her beautiful face in with both hands and gave her a heart stopping kiss, a kiss that promised a lifetime full of happiness and love. A kiss that meant the beginning of amazing things to come. They smiled at eachother as all their dear loved ones cheered and clapped. They joined hands, their fingers intertwined, not knowing where one stopped and the other began.

"It is with great happiness and pride that I now introduce Mr. and Mrs. Remus and Hermione Lupin," said the officiant.

The crowd burst into thunderous applause but Remus and Hermione couldn't hear a thing, for they were too lost in eachother, too blissful to take in anything else at all. They finally had one another, forever and ever, and that was all that mattered.

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The reception that followed was a loud, raucous, happy, celebration full of mirth and pure joy. It was, in short, a perfect Weasley party.

The newlyweds danced and held hands and smiled till their faces hurt, their laughter cutting through the thick, warm night air.

After hours of celebrating, the happy couple finally sat to enjoy the delicious, triple-tiered chocolate cake that Molly had lovingly prepared. As they relaxed, Hermione finally caught Severus' eye, who had been having quite the lovely time with Remus' cousin, and gave him a slight nod. At this sign, the potions master politely excused himself from Marie, stood and began walking towards the newlyweds.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lupin, perhaps I could bother you both for a private word?", Severus asked, as he carried in his pale hands a small black box.

Hermione nodded and took Remus' hand in hers as she followed the potions master out of the large tent and into the clear evening, heading towards the garden.

"Dearest, I'd like you to have your present now," she said, looking up at her beautiful husband.

"I think you've already given me everything I could ever ask for and more," said Remus, giving her a sweet, lingering kiss.

She smiled at him and said, "Oh, no, this is something very special I want you to have. But I actually want Severus to give it to you," said Hermione tilting her head at Severus.

Remus looked genuinely confused, "Why is Severus giving it to me?", Remus asked.

Hermione only smiled in response.

Severus held out the small black box. As Remus opened it, he discovered it contained a thin vial full of bubbling green potion. Remus looked more confused than ever.

"This is the potion that Hermione and I have been working on for the last year. After numerous trials, we have finally perfected it and have submitted it for a patent with the ministry," said Severus.

Remus held the vial and looked up expectantly at the pair.

"And what exactly does this potion do?", Remus asked smiling.

Hermione smiled and took a deep breath and said, "When ingested and said with a specific incantation, we've found that it neutralizes all traces of werewolf blood from a lycanthrope's body."

His heart stopped at her words, and he looked to Severus for some kind of explanation, for surely she wasn't saying what he thought she was saying. It simply wasn't possible.

"Dearest," her eyes full of tears, her voice thick with emotion, "this potion will cure you of your lyncathropy."

As she took in his stunned face, she suddenly panicked.

What if this angered him? What if he mistook this as her rejecting him as he was?

She loved him for everything he was, including his lyncathropy. She had done this so that he might be free and finally live a life without worry or potions or precautions. She gently took his free hand and tilted his face up so that she could see his eyes, the one part of him that always easily gave away his internal state.

As she lifted his chin and their eyes met, she found him on the verge of tears as he pulled her in for a crushing hug.

"You really did this?", he said, his voice barely louder than a whisper. His face buried deep in her thick mound of curls, his voice breaking as the tears finally fell.

"Are you angry?", she asked, her voice muffled as her face buried in his heaving chest.

"How on earth could I be angry?", he said, pulling her back so he could look in her eyes.

"You did this for me? This...this really will work?", he asked, still not quite believing what was happening.

"Yes, we've thoroughly tested it and have successfully cured 12 lycanthropes," said Severus.

"So I'll really be...cured? I'll never transform again?", his voice cracking with emotion.

"Never again. No transformations, no more pain. It'll all go away," she said, holding his hands.

"And, um...our children, they would be...safe? They would never have it?", he asked.

She smiled and nodded, "It will be completely gone from your body, thus our children would never be at risk of contracting it."

At this, he put his head in his hands and cried tears of pure relief, his body heaving with every sob. He had always, always wanted children, especially with Hermione, but the thought of passing his painful, debilitating condition onto a child gave him pause. That his future children would now be safe from the life of pain and ostracization he had known brought him unspeakable joy. He sat down on a chair to stop his head from spinning.

"How long have you had this?", Remus asked Hermione as he finally caught his breath.

"Three weeks," she stated calmly.

"The full moon was last week, why did you wait to give it to me?", he asked, confused.

"I know and I'm sorry I didn't give it to you sooner but I wanted to wait. Because, dearest," she said, crouching down to look him in the eyes, "I wanted to marry you first. I didn't want you thinking that I needed to change you before I would marry you. Because I want you to know that this potion doesn't change anything for me. You don't have to change to please me because I love you just the way you are right now. You can choose to take it or not, it's your decision. Either way, I will love and honor you forever, Remus."

He took her lips in a fierce kiss, his tears streaming down his face as Severus watched with a truly contented smile.

"You both have given me such an incredible gift. I can't adequately put into words what you're saving me from. You'll never know the pain...I just...I really can't believe this is real," said a truly shocked Remus.

"It is, dear friend, it is," said Severus placing a warm hand on his shoulder.

Remus stood and pulled Severus in for a tight hug, and Severus returned it in equal force, knowing all too well the joy of being set free from a cruel master.

Remus pulled back and smiled, "I would like to take it now. That is if you are able to do the incantation?", his eyes hopeful and redolent with immense gratitude.

Severus pulled out his wand but then stopped, "I do believe Mrs. Lupin would like the honors."

Hermione smiled and accio'd her wand and gripped it tightly.

She swallowed and looked at Remus and asked, "Are you certain? Do you want some time to think about this? You know I will be happy with whatever you decide."

Remus had dreamt of this moment since he was four years old. So many times, he closed his eyes against the darkness and dreamt of the promise of a cure. When the pain was excruciating, when his distant, cold father would lock him in a steel cage each month, when his mother would cry bitter tears at her only son's terrible fate. When people taunted him, shunned him, hated him, he would dream of this. A cure; a true, lasting freedom. Nothing could compare to having this. And the fact that Hermione made it possible was all the assurance he needed that this was the right thing to do.

He smiled, nodded and swallowed the potion in a single gulp.

Hermione pointed her wand at Remus and recited the verse,

"Liberare bestiam ab intus procedunt,

dimiserit hominem.

Purga animum,

Cor eius santabunt,

Hoc totum corpus interum."

With these words, a bright glowing light emitted from Hermione's wand and engulfed Remus' body in a golden glow that seemed to hum and vibrate with magical energy. The wind around them cracked with energy as a dark green mist withdrew from Remus' body and his eyes flew open wide at the tingling sensation that enveloped his body.

As the air slowly cleared, Remus looked shaken, like he had seen a ghost. Hermione stepped forward and asked, "Dearest, are you alright? How do you feel?"

He slowly found his breath and said, "I feel...", he paused, shaking his head to clear his jumbled thoughts. "I feel...I feel like a horrible weight has been lifted. I feel whole."

He pulled his amazing wife tightly and said, "Thank you, Hermione. You'll never know how much this means to me. I can never repay this debt."

"You've loved me and promised me your lifelong devotion. I would say that's more than enough," she said, giving him a tender kiss.

"Everything is going to be just fine. Trust me," she said. He nodded knowing that his lovely wife was always right.

XXXXX

The rest of the night felt surreal; it was too beautiful, too full of joy, too perfect. Remus realized with some sadness that he had lived a long life full of strife, pain and worry. He had expected, rather rightfully so, that things would always go poorly, usually because they did. This year and this night in particular taught him that everything little thing had changed. That happiness wasn't something to fear as a sign of impending doom. Happiness it turned out, wasn't to be avoided but rather courted and savored. He was going to have a long, happy life with this incredible woman and that crazy thought was something he was going to have to get used to.

Remus turned to his new bride and pulled her in for a sweet kiss.

"Mrs. Lupin, may I have this dance?", he said, relishing the sound of her new surname.

"Why, yes, Professor Lupin, you may."

They had the whole dance floor to themselves, their dear friends all watching with smiles from the surrounding tables.

They danced and held one another, feeling not only their own joy, but the happiness of all of those around them. The room positively hummed with it. Ron and Claudia had been married not two months ago and they looked blissful. Ginny and Draco had just bought a home in London and we're intended be to wed by Christmas. Even Harry was happy, having brought his new girlfriend, Shannon, a sweet young woman who worked at Flourish and Blotts when Remus had been their. Remus had in fact been the one to introduce them. Even Severus looked happy as he sat chatting happily with Marie. Soon, friends joined them on the dance floor to enjoy the music and the stars and eachother. Everything was perfect.

Bill and Fleur danced while they held their sleeping daughter, Victoire, in their arms, gazing at each other with such love. Seeing this, Hermione felt a pang in her chest and knew what she wanted.

"Remus?", she asked, her head still resting against his chest.

"Yes, my love?", he said, holding her tight.

"Do you think we could have a baby soon?", she asked.

He looked down at her, her eyes both hopeful and happy.

"Are you sure, dearest?", he asked.

"I think I'm ready. That is, of course, if you are?"

The thought of her belly swelling with his child left him breathless with joy. Tears in his eyes, he nodded and said, "I think that would be incredible."

He kissed her soundly, imagining all the amazing years that lay ahead with his dearest love, the possibilities feeling like a dream.

He smiled down at her and whispered in her ear, "Well then, Mrs. Lupin, if it's children you want, I think we should get started right away," his breath sending shivers of excitement down her spine.

She smiled and said, "I thought you'd never ask."

A/N: Hope this was enjoyed. I really debated the whole 'finding a cure for lycanthrope' thing. On the one hand, I know Hermione would love him no matter what, but I also felt that Remus had suffered quite a tough life with it and Hermione would want to offer him an opportunity at some normalcy. Also, I've never seen anyone write about curing his condition and I felt like if anyone could do it, it would be the Severus and Hermione potion powerhouse :)

Also, the 'much loved muggle poet' is Shakespeare and the poem is his 116th sonnet, a beautiful poem I've long loved and thought it fit the couple quite perfectly.

Translation for the lycanthrope spell:

Free the beast from within

Release the man

Cleanse the soul

Purify the heart

Make the body whole again