Twenty years after the War, Hermione is Minister for Magic, Snape is Headmaster. Neither are looking for love but it finds them anyway, although they soon find themselves fighting an unexpected battle to protect the life and family they have made together. Rated a very definite M. *NOW COMPLETE*

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.