A/N: Sorry I've been so busy guys...hope this makes up for it! Ok that's all.

It was a beautiful ring. Platinum with peridot and diamonds. Very chic and very Lucius. Lana shivered as the cool metal slid over her finger. As it rested on her hand she couldn't help but to tear up a little. "You know," the regal blonde began, "a response is usually required when someone proposes..." He seemed nervous and it made her smile.

"Of course I'll marry you!" She laughed letting her tears escape freely. She pulled him up to kiss him heartily. "I'm sorry for taking so long, it's just...I feel like I'm in a fairytale. You're so wonderful and...I mean we've barely known each other long and yet, it doesn't matter. I can scarcely imagine my life without you. I love you Lucius."

"I love you too, Lana. You've made me the happiest that I've been in a long time. Come, " he directed, offering her his hand for assistance, "the hour grows late and I wish to escort you to your chambers."

Lana gave him a puzzled look, "my chambers?"

Lucius nodded, "I know you're saving yourself for marriage and I thought you'd feel more comfortable in your own rooms," he explained smoothly. Lana smiled while gingerly moving to cup his cheek.

"Thank you for considering my comfort and my virtue. It shows how much of a gentleman you are and your remarkable self control," she intoned, "and if it's not too much, I'd like to call on that control this evening." She looked up into his eyes trying to gage his reaction.

He grabbed the hand hugged his face and kissed it. "You are far too confident in my abilities and naive to your own seduction," he punctuated his words by kissing her soundly. It was slow and demanding. Like he was trying to put his all in that one embrace. Lana felt that familiar tug of desire and she whimpered when he finally withdrew his lips. "Ok, as I did in Paris I will keep my hands to myself," he panted. "Although, even then it was hard to keep my passions in check. But I wouldn't dream of doing something you'd regret later, and that's certain."

"Trust me, with you I would not regret it. But I took a vow and I plan to stay true to it. Besides, it will make my first time even more special because I'll be your wife."

"Yes, and what a day that will be."

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Auror Potter grimaced as he removed the shards of glass from his thigh with a charm. He thought back on how he had gotten into this predicament. It was earlier that day that Harry received word of Lentus Mortem activity in Knockturn Alley. This meant the killer was back and his or her foray into Paris had indeed been a ruse. Damn, Severus was right. He'd gathered a team of aurors and told them to scour the area. There was a good chance that the killer was still there considering that it took much longer to find out the killings (much to his chagrin).

So Harry jumped at the chance to gain any ground when it came to solving the case. Not only would it remove suspicion from Lucius, but also put the ministry and by extension the minister in better standing with the public. He had not been surveying the place for long when he came upon a victim of the curse user. Healing the old man quickly he ran out the opposite door catching sight of a brown cloak turning a corner.

Briefly he had wondered why the criminal had not just apparated. But Harry suspected he (for by now he was certain that the person he was chasing was a man) preferred muggle transport as it was harder for them to trace. Despite the man's head start, Harry was gaining on him and he could just make out a wisp of dark hair curling from under the man's hood. He decided to file that away for later. Huffing he charged forwards throwing the occasional hex hoping to slow down the assailant. The stranger dodged them deftly, and even threw back a curse of his own. Which was why Harry Potter was currently sporting a limp. It came before he could stop-a wall of glass and he crashed right into it. Pissed and a little drunk on adrenaline he pressed on managing to finally land a hex, a slicing one, on the man. It clipped the side of his face and Harry heard the man growl before he hopped into what could only be his getaway car and sped off.

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Severus currently had his arms wrapped around his beautiful sleeping wife. It was amazing really how only months ago he couldn't have dreamed that he would have ever been this...happy. In a short amount of time he had went from Severus Snape, Bat of the dungeons to Severus Snape, husband and father. He felt his wife's stomach once more, no she was not yet showing but he couldn't wait until her belly swelled with his growing seed. Lifting her hand to his lips he prayed silently that he'd be worthy of such a privilege as fathering Hermione's children. Nathaniel was one thing but could he handle a baby? He had no doubt in Hermione's skills, Nathaniel was a good child and he couldn't wish for a better woman to mother his children, but what about him?

He knew Hermione believed in him, he just didn't want to disappoint her. It was difficult for him to outwardly demonstrate the type of love and affection a child deserved, but he would try. Absently he placed another kiss on her hand and settled back into the bed. He had barely began to drift off when he set on edge by a voice.

It was Potter's. His corporeal stag seemed frantic as it relayed the message of its caster. A moan next to him let him know that the patronus had woken up his young bride. "He was here, in Knockturn Alley," Harry could be heard saying, "I have a sample of his DNA and I know you'd want to get the info firsthand. See you at the auror department." And just like that the stag disappeared.