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Chapter 34: I Desire You Eternally

Harry Potter woke up in a very good mood several months later. It was April now, and Spring was beginning to force its seasonal change upon all of Britain. The back yard of Number 12 Grimmauld Place was covered in blooms of purple, white, yellow, and pink and a veritable rainbow of other such flowers. He opened the window that looked out on the yard, inhaling the greenness of it all when he felt warm hands slide around his waist, the body of his wife Ginny slipping silently next to him under his arm.

"Morning," she mumbled sleepily as she nuzzled her face against his shoulder.

"Morning, love. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He looked down at her, her red hair and pale skin almost glowing in the morning sunlight.

"You didn't. I was already awake an hour ago. Thanks to the future quidditch star in there," she smiled warmly and looked up at her husband. Harry grinned and knelt down beside her, placing his hand upon the small swell of their third child in her belly and gently stroked.

"Been giving your mother trouble already," he admonished lightly, continuing to rub small circles on her stomach.

"You know he can't hear you yet. Not for a few months yet, anyway," Ginny responded, her hands ruffling the spiky black hair below her.

"It could be a girl this time, you know," Harry responded with a smile, standing once more and placing a gentle kiss upon his wife's nose.

Ginny smiled serenely, shaking her head. "It's another boy. I'm sure of it."

"The more the merrier."

"Oh no," Ginny laughed. "This is it for me! I'm a Weasley by birth, but I'm not interested in popping out eight children anytime soon. I think three will be quite sufficient."

Harry grinned. "I agree. Now, let's go downstairs and get some breakfast before our other two boys wake up and the chaos begins, and then I've got to leave."

"Are you going in so early for Kingsley?" Ginny asked as they made their way down the long stair case.

"No, actually," and Harry's smile was mischievous. Ginny was reminded of the boy he once was. "I'm going to be doing a favor for Severus."

Ginny immediately stopped in her tracks and looked her husband straight in the eye. "Harry James Potter, what are you planning?" Her eyes flashed and Harry could't help but laugh.

"You'll find out soon enough. Let's go eat."

"I'm going to get it out of you if it's the last thing I do!" She muttered as she followed him into the kitchen.

…..

Hermione woke up on this same bright spring morning feeling a bit sad. She slithered from the warmth of the bed she shared with Severus. She padded into the kitchen and put the kettle on the hob, waiting for the steam to come whistling out of the spout. She sat, her hands twisting a curly lock of her short hair.

The last several months of her life had been a whirlwind, and she felt like she was finally coming down from it all. One month to the day of the Trial at the Ministry, Hermione and Severus went public with the Potion that would change the lives of witches and wizards all over the world. The potion, proudly patented as The Granger Cruciatus Restorative, was a massive success. Severus had been very proud. She had begged him to allow her to put his name on the patent as well, but he'd stubbornly refused, telling her with a raised brow that he had little want or need of the attention it would cause. And now that it was all over and done with, she could understand his protestations. In its first month of patented use at all Wizarding Hospitals, it had a success rate of 100%, very few side effects, and families all over the world were being re-united, given life, vitality and vigor. And people all over the world were very grateful. In some cases…overly so.

Hermione had soon found herself getting more press and letters from families the world over whose suffering had been cured by her discovery. While most of them brought her great happiness and satisfaction, there were many that were of a nature that truly baffled-and in some cases-disgusted her.

Hermione pulled up the pile of mail to her side as she poured her tea and buttered a scone. "Fan mail, fan mail, letter of intent to research my methods," she mumbled, and pulling out a letter that was sparkling with what looked to be pixie dust, she rolled her eyes and tossed it into the fire place. "Another bloody proposal of marriage!"

Suddenly, a presence behind her caused her to come out of her annoyed reverie. With a smile that expressed exactly the amount of happiness the other person in the room caused her that morning, she moved swiftly into Severus' arms, grinning when he bestowed a gentle kiss on her brow. He raised a brow as he looked down at her, stroking one long, elegant finger across the indentations there.

"What's got you all upset so early in the morning?" He asked, moving from her side to remove the now whistling kettle from the heat. He smirked as she immediately went off, like a christmas cracker deployed, she ranted and raved about the idiocy contained in so much of her correspondence. He listened patiently and intently as she paraded up and down the kitchen, pulled out his wand to clean the floor which was subsequently puddled with the tea that was sloshing merrily over the edges of her cup. When she finally seemed to be finished, she turned to him with a sheepish glint in her eye.

"I'm sorry. I'm sure that unexpected rant wasn't what you had in mind for breakfast conversation Severus. There's scones in the bread box by the way."

Severus shook his head and chuckled darkly. "Calm yourself, woman. If I'd wanted a quiet, peaceful existence, taking up with you would have been counter productive," he said, no small amount of humor in his tone. Hermione would have retorted, but he continued. "Furthermore, I do believe that your 'rant' as you call it is long overdue." He smiled, an evil, shit-eating grin that made his normally dour features look positively diabolical. "How many proposals of marriage have you received now? Who was the latest one from?"

"Colin Creevey's cousin Declan."

He raised a brow. "Such quality suitors, my dear."

"Oh, do shut it," she groused, moving to grab the daily prophet from the counter top. "I find none of these dolts appealing at all. If there was anyone I'd want to marry it would be you of course!"

As soon as the words had left her mouth she instantly regretted them. She felt the heat rise in her body, mottling her chest with red splotches, enflaming her cheeks with her embarrassment. Hermione was not exactly the most knowledgable individual regarding the do's and don'ts of relationships, but she was pretty sure that it wasn't usually considered a good idea to blithely bring up marriage to a man whom you've only been with a few months over tea and scones at the breakfast table. Not to mention the fact that Severus could be so sensitive about certain things. She had no wish to make him feel forced into anything. Of course she would love to marry Severus. But she certainly hadn't meant to bring that up today, of all times. With trepidation she looked up into his expressive gaze.

Severus Snape was not a man many would peg as romantic. But he was, really. It was just in a quiet way. He was not the sort of bloke who came up with wild gestures and grandiose displays of affection and love. But that didn't mean he was completely inept. He knew how to make his witch weak in the knees. Well, at least, he thought, he knew how to make Hermione weak in the knees. And there had been the occasional moment here and there over the last few months where he thought he'd made some good moves. The night he'd taken her on a picnic under the stars when there was a full moon. That time he'd drawn a bath filled with her favorite flowery scent…and then had joined her! Risking his masculinity by smelling like a woman the rest of the day. Ah well, he thought, smiling internally. It was worth it. But in this moment, his heart felt like it had stopped. He watched her reaction, the blood thundering in his veins. And he thought, with mild hilarity, that he'd never been so anxious about remaining stoic in his whole life…not even in front of the bloody Dark Lord.

Hermione was intent on back-tracking. "Severus, please don't read into what I just said."

He smiled gently, his calm belying his internal turmoil. "I did not read into it."

"Truly, I do not want you to think that that is all my aim is…to get you to marry me. I mean…I would certainly love to marry you, I would be honored…but I do not want you to feel any sort of pressure…"she sighed as she watched one eye brow raise slowly on his forehead. She smiled and shrugged. "I'm going about this all wrong."

Severus shook his head. "I do not think that you are going about anything wrong, nor am I concerned that you're after me for marriage. You have brought up a topic-albeit accidentally-that we haven't yet broached. But," he conceded, "Perhaps it is a conversation we should be having. I have never asked you, Hermione, what your desires are for the future as far as marriage is concerned. "

"Severus," she breathed, "Of course you know that this isn't some passing fancy! That is not who I am. I cannot…do not give my heart to anyone lightly. And I told you long ago that I was yours for as long as you would have me."

"Indeed. I recall. I also recall informing you that you would be stuck with me," he intoned, his voice soft and laughed, and it was music to his ears.

"Stuck and proud of it," she grinned, then shook her head. "Look, I love you. Let's just leave it at that for now, shall we? And, if marriage is a step we want to take one day, well, then…since we're stuck together that shouldn't be too hard to wrap our minds around."

Severus nodded gently, comfortable in the knowledge that marriage was not something that was completely out of the question in her mind. And though it had caused her much embarrassment to bring it to the foray in this way, it gratified him deeply to know that his endeavors for this evening would not be for naught. He'd spent much time in the planning of it all, and had been hoping that it would all come out right. He'd lamented not having had a conversation about marriage with Hermione before, but couldn't quite bring himself to utter the "M" word. Now she'd done the job for him in her usual blunt, Griffindor way.

"We have never talked about marriage, and though I am not generally an openly demonstrative man, rest assured, Hermione. It's you I want," he grasped her hand in his, feeling her warmth, her vitality. "Forever."

"That is what I want too."

"Good," he said softly. "Let's finish breaking our fast, then. I think both of us have much to be about today. Where are you going today, anyway?" he asked, intentionally keeping his inquiry light, his tone noncommittal.

"Oh," she muttered as she tucked in to her scone, "I've a meeting with Minerva, something about staff requirements for the graduation ceremony for the seventh years in May. And then, oddly enough, I'm meeting up with Harry. He asked me to meet him this evening at the Leaky."

"Why odd?"

"I don't know, exactly. I suppose because he didn't specify what he wanted to talk to me about. It can't be about Ginny expecting. We already know that," she grinned. "Unless they've found out it's twins. In which case Harry will be asking me to move in, because Ginny's given him the royal boot from the bedroom."

"No doubt, he has a good reason for seeing you. Perhaps it's some follow up to the case."

"I suppose," she cocked her head thoughtfully. "Though I hope it isn't that. I thought we were all done with paperwork, but something still seems to crop up, doesn't it."

"It always does. Well, I must be off myself."

"And where are you headed today, good sir?" She stood, and kissed him softly on the lips, and he wrapped his arms around her pulling her in closer, deepening their kiss, making soft tongues of flame begin to flicker in her belly.

"Just some business with an apothecary in Diagon Alley. Nothing earth shattering."

"I'm surprised you're not going to the faculty meeting with Minerva. Everyone else is going to be there, I was told."

He smiled, "Exempt due to a prior commitment," he raised his brow, "jealous?"

She kissed him once more and then swatted his arm gently. "Well, Mr. Prior Commitment, I suppose you think you're something special then."

Severus grinned and shook his head, moving to get his cloak. "I can honestly say, Hermione, that you are the only person in the world that thinks of me as something special."

That comment nearly brought tears to her eyes as she looked upon her wizard, dashing in all of his teaching regalia, his eyes seeming to brim with love for her- a look that was for her and her alone. "Well, then I'm the only person in the world who's right," she grinned, trying to control her emotions.

"Aren't you always?" And then he was gone.

…

Harry waited on the steps of Gringotts, calmly surveying Diagon Alley in all it's glory. He was waiting for Severus to come back from his vault, and much preferred the cool, breezy April out of doors than the stuffy wizarding bank. Truth be told, Goblins still made him a bit jumpy. He'd only been waiting fifteen minutes, and as he looked back up to the main doors of the towering, white marbled building, he saw Severus Snape emerge.

"Got what you need, then," Harry nodded to the small, black leather pouch Severus was tucking into the folds of his robes.

"Indeed."

"Right," said Harry brightly. "Onward then." The two travelled down the street a bit further to Herman Hubbard's Grocery Emporium and entered the small establishment. Harry led Severus straight to the wine racks, old oaken shelves teetering under the weight of what appeared to be hundreds of dusty wine bottles of all sizes, shapes, and colours. Harry reached up and grasped a long, narrow blue handle and pulled it down, dusting if off a bit with a quick dusting charm to reveal a deep, blood red label marked: Desidero Aeternum in a fine, black script.

"It means eternal desire."

"Yes, Harry. That much I could glean myself. I happen to have a smattering of Latin, being a wizard and all," he rolled his eyes. "You say this is her favorite, then?"

He nodded. "She and Gin go barmy over this stuff. Must be good. I've never enjoyed wine myself. I prefer fire whisky."

"Indeed. Well, I suppose I have all I need, then."

"Severus," Harry's voice struck him, and he closed his eyes, fighting off the temptation to sneer as they stepped up to the register.

"Let's not get sentimental, Potter."

"I just wanted to say that I think she's lucky to have you."

Severus blinked in surprise, and absently handed the witch behind the counter Seventeen Galleons. "Thank you Harry. I believe you've got it backwards, but my appreciations all the same."

"I'm happy for you. But, I guess I should also say that Hermione is like my sister, so if you…"

"Yes, yes. You'll hex my bollocks off and turn me into a toad." He smirked. "You needn't worry. I've no intention of hurting Hermione. She is everything." He shrugged simply, the wrapped package of the wine crinkling in his hands.

They made their way to the apparition point, Severus feeling bolstered by his purchase and his previous errand at Gringotts, and Harry feeling happy and satisfied that tonight's proceedings would be a wonderful and happy experience for the couple.

They reached the lamp and Harry turned towards Severus who nodded to him and stretched out a hand. "You've got everything you need?"

Severus nodded. "I do. Are you clear on your part in all this? I don't normally trust my schemes to a second party…but it was necessary for this particular situation."

"I've got it all sorted." Harry smiled. "She's got no idea, has she?"

Severus grinned at the younger man uncharacteristically and shook his head. "Completely unaware. I'm nothing if not good at keeping secrets."

"Right. Well, best of luck tonight, Severus, but you won't need it. Hermione was yours from the start."

"Thank you Harry," Severus backed up so that he could apparate to his destination. "If all goes well, I will see you later."

"I'll be there."

In a swirl of black, Severus was gone, and Harry disappeared to his own destination.

…..

Hermione made her way out of the staff lounge, arching her back as she stuffed her bag full with the books she'd brought to prepare for the meeting. Her mind felt blurry and totally numb from what had seemed like the most boring meeting she'd ever sat through. Minerva and Albus usually did their best to keep the meetings flowing smoothly, but today had seemed to drone on unnecessarily for hours upon hours. She could have sworn they were trying to prolong the misery as well, as Albus kept calling for 'snack breaks'.

Hermione wearily hoped that whatever Harry had planned that food was on the agenda, because she'd declined both the toffees and the muffins Albus had passed around, hoping to move more quickly through the meeting. Now her stomach was grumbling loudly and she was desperate for something satisfying. She hurried to her quarters which at this point were used for storage, mostly. All of her daily items of use were in Severus' rooms. She shoved her calendars on her desk, dropped her bag on the floor and hurriedly changed into a fresh set of robes. She caught a spare glance at her flyaway mop of curls in the mirror and shrugged. This was as good as it was going to get, and it wasn't as if Harry was going to care how she looked.

She made her way to the gates and passed through to the apparition point. When the world stopped spinning and the familiar face of her friend came into view before her she smiled widely and hugged Harry warmly. It had been a while since they'd seen each other.

"Harry! It's so good to see you!"

"You too Hermione. It's been too long."

"You, mister, haven't come to see me since you and Ginny came over to announce that you were expecting. That was three months ago!"

Harry winced at her and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry! It's been a bit crazy. You know how Ginny is when she's pregnant, and this time-"

"Oh Merlin, don't tell me I was right!" Hermione looked aghast, remembering her prediction from that morning.

Harry looked confused. "Right about what?"

"She's not, is she?"

Harry looked concerned. "Hermione, you're not making any sense. Is Ginny what?"

"Is she having twins?"

"What! No! I mean…she didn't tell you she was did she?" Harry grew pale all at once and felt a cold sweat break out onto his neck. "The medi-witch assured us at our last appointment that there was only one in there!"

"Harry, calm down!" Hermione said, shaking her head and placing a calming hand on her friend's shoulder. "Ginny hasn't told me anything of the sort. I jumped the wand a bit there. It's been long day and my brain is not quite functioning up to speed. It's just that you were speaking of Ginny's pregnancy and seemed like you had something to say, and I'd just told Severus this morning how odd it was that you'd asked to meet me here without her." She looked at him sympathetically. "I thought that perhaps that's what you had to tell me. I have no news of that kind."

Harry took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Merlin's pants, Hermione…don't scare me like that. Three children is plenty to contend with at the moment. I was just saying how hormonal she's been, and this time it's worse because we have two little ones already running around the house. It's going to be like a mad circus once this one's born."

"I'm sure you two will manage. Anyway, what did you want to speak with me about? I've been curious all day."

"Actually, I'm not here to meet with you about anything."

"Say that again?"

"I'm not here to meet with you about anything."

"Harry!"

He laughed at her face. "All right, all right. Sorry, couldn't resist. But I meant what I said. I'm just a messenger tonight."

"Official business from Kingsley? He could have just contacted me himself."

Harry grinned and shook his head. "This business is not official."

"Well then, what is your message?"

"Well, actually, I'm more of a courier, and owl of sorts-delivering a package."

"What's the package?"

"You."

Hermione's eyes went wide as she looked at her friend incredulously. "Harry Potter, what on earth are you talking about?"

"Hermione, I'm going to grab your hand and apparate you somewhere you've never been before. Will you trust me?"

"Harry…of course I trust you. But what is this all ab-AAHHHHHH"

Hermione felt the earth's axis tilt, the cells in her body compressed and squeezed. Her breath stopped, and all she could concentrate on was holding tightly to Harry's hand in hers. She was certainly going to give him what for when they got to wherever they were going. And all at once they were there. Where there was, she wasn't actually sure, because as Harry had said, she'd never been there before. At least not to her knowledge. It was very dark, and they seemed to be surrounded by tall grass, but she saw, once she got her bearings a little more, that there was a bright, glow of light not too far ahead. Looking down, she realized that she was still gripping Harry's hand, and she immediately retracted it. "Sorry," she mumbled. But then she turned to face him full on. "Harry, what in Merlin's name are we doing here. Why did you say that I was a package you were delivering? Who got you to do this? How can we be sure it's safe? Harry, do I need to make sure you're really you?"

Harry laughed and shook his head. "He was right. He said you'd have a million questions before you let me take you to him."

Hermione felt like tearing her hair out. "Him? Who him?Harry…UGHHHH." She whipped out her wand, becoming a bit alarmed now. She thought back to when Harry had been abducted by death eaters poly-juiced as Ron. "Harry James Potter, what was the last meal you, Ginny, and I ate together at your house?"

"Steak and Kidney Pie. With a side of fruit salad. Peaches and strawberries." Harry grinned at her, and raised his brows. "It's really me, Hermione. You can relax. Just trust me okay?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Trust you. You apparate me to the middle of no-where…"

But before she could finish her tirade, she heard a soft familiar voice from behind her. "Hermione. Let him alone. He is only following orders, after all."

Hermione whipped around and stared. It was dark, but she could clearly see Severus' tall, strong figure standing only five feet away from them, his eyes glittering in the moonlight. "Severus…"

"That is what they usually call me."

"What is going on?" Hermione was calmer now, understanding that this wasn't some dark plot to murder her. Severus came forward and his expression was the most open, the most earnest she had ever seen it. She was so amazed that she didn't notice is smile and nod to Harry, nor did she see Harry grin and wink in return. She didn't hear Harry apparate away, either. All she could do was stare into Severus' eyes.

"Come." He took her hand. "It is chilly out here. There is a warm fire nearby and some food." And without further ado he took her gently by the hand and led her down a small path to what looked to Hermione to be a beach. They moved silently toward the glowing light, and all at once the scene appeared before her and took her breath away.

They were on a beach. The moonlight shown on the dark water ahead of them, and the stars, she realized for the first time were brilliant out here. There was a large, billowing canopy of white muslin floating in the air as if by magic. And Hermione realized, that it was magic, of course. A small section of the beach had been circled off with what looked like a hundred votive candles floating lazily in the air around the canopy, and a warm looking fire was burning brightly, crackling in the still of the night. The only other sound was the ebbing and flowing of gentle waves lapping at the shore on the sand. "Where are we?" She asked in a small voice.

His deeper tone answered her just as softly. "St. Andrews East."

"How do you know of this place?"

"I have a small cottage here. I bought it many years ago, during the war. It was a haven for me at the time," he said, leading her under the canopy where he settled her on a large white linen cushion, "and I came here whenever I could."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Hermione's mind was going a thousand miles a minute, but she was stunned as well, at the beauty surrounding her.

He smiled gently as he sat down beside her, pulling a basket up to their sides. "I was saving it for a special occasion. Truth be told, the only people who are aware of this place are Albus and Minerva…and now Harry, of course. Before then I never had a reason to share this with anyone." He smiled at her. "Thanks to you, I have my special occasion, and my reason as well."

"It is beautiful Severus."

"Thank you." He opened the basket and proferred a selection of cheeses and breads, fresh fruit and nuts that had been under stasis and were still warm. "Eat. I have a feeling you are hungry after what I'm sure was an incredibly eventful staff meeting."

She laughed and dug in eagerly, enjoying the sharp tang of a plum in her mouth. "Eventful is not exactly how I would describe it. Tedious to the extreme is more like it. I've never heard Albus and Minerva go on so long about anything."

Severus chuckled and he removed two glass goblets from the basket. "I'm afraid, Hermione, that you only have me to blame for that."

Hermione paused mid-chew. "What do you mean?" she asked once she had swallowed a bit of cheese. "You weren't even there."

"Indeed," he conceded, pulling out the bottle of wine that she instantly recognized as her favorite. "By my own design. You see, this was my prior commitment. I've been here since two o'clock setting all this up." He smiled and opened the bottle, pouring a generous amount in each glass. "I heard that you enjoy this wine. I enjoy the name. Did you know that it means "Eternal Desire"?" She gazed at him as he stared into her eyes. She felt her heart begin to beat faster.

"This…Severus, this was your prior commitment? You did all this by yourself? For me?" She gulped a healthy sip of the wine and barely tasted its richness.

"Actually, I had help. From several people. Minerva and Albus were happy to call an impromptu meeting to distract you for the day. And Harry clued me in to this wine that you enjoy so much. And of course, the house elves packed this basket for me. I am afraid I knew a while ago that I would need all the help I could get, because, you see, I've never done this before." His voice was so deep and velvety, his face was more relaxed than she'd ever seen it. Yet she could feel his nerves as well, and that made her heart beat pick up even faster as a realization began to form within her.

"Severus," she said, taking a deep breath and putting down her goblet. She scooted closer to him and pressed her hands earnestly into his own. "What is it that you've never done before?"

Severus smiled widely now, shrugging his shoulders helplessly. He pressed a desperate, chaste kiss to her hands before letting go with his right, bringing out a small black velvet box from within his coat pocket. "This is the first time I've ever asked the woman I love to be my wife."

He opened the box, and Hermione's mouth dropped. Her throat felt tight as her tears overwhelmed her. The sincerity in his gaze, the hopefulness, the vulnerability he was projecting was so palpable that she could feel it radiating off of him in waves. She looked up from the ring to his dark eyes with a smile so wide and joyful that her cheeks burned from the effort.

"Severus…" she leaned forward and grasped his face in her hands, pressing a fevered kiss to his lips, taking him in and tasting his own tears on her lips. Or perhaps they were hers. They were both crying, and it didn't matter anyway. All that mattered was this man, in her arms, in front of her. And he wanted to marry her, and be hers for always. And he'd set this whole thing up, and it was all so beautiful, and she was so incredibly overwhelmed with love and admiration and desire for him. She kissed him hard, desperately, getting caught up in the heady moment when she felt him press her gently away from him to look her in the eyes.

"I am sincerely hoping that your kiss was acquiescence?" He was smiling, his cheeks wet from his own overwhelming emotion, his nerves, and his love for her.

She sniffed loudly and grabbed him, hugging him to her body. "Of course, you silly man. Of course I will marry you!"

"Thank god," he murmured. "For I do not know what I would do, nor where I should go without you in my life," he murmured, slipping the ring onto her finger. She gazed at it in wonder, watching the firelight flicker off the many facets of the center diamond. "I love you Hermione."

"Severus…" she gasped, her chest heaving. She was overloaded with emotions. Grabbing the nearest goblet she took a great, bracing swig, choking a bit at the intensity. She giggled and swiped at the dribble of wine down her chin and he smirked at her. "I'm a total mess right now. But I can say with absolute certainty that you are the only man I would ever want to share my life with. You have brought me so much…given me so much. Thank you, Severus, for all of it. I love you more than I can say."

"And I you," he said, pressing his nose against hers as he kissed the apple of her cheek. "I will love you always," his hands slid to her hips and pressed her down against the softness of the pallet beneath them. Hermione's eyes closed in pleasure as she saw the stars above her as Severus moved over her, slowly pressing his lips to her neck, and then her collar bone. "And I desire you eternally." And as his mouth moved lower, and her hands captured his smooth hair pulling him deeper against her, she knew that heaven truly existed.

TBC

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Chapter End Notes:

-For anyone who is curious, St. Andrews East is a real place, and is the site of some of the most beautiful beaches in Scotland. If you google it loads of lovely pictures come up.

-Desidero Aeternum I is loosely translated by me…so…erm…hope that all works out ok. Don't be too harsh on me, as I've taken a few liberties with the Latin here.