A/N - Okay, so this is just pure fluff and fun people! Hey, I've finished the story so now I can have all the fun I like! ;)

Addendum Three

(Approximately 6 months after Hermione's 18th Birthday party.)

Snape was trying to concentrate on the new potion he was experimenting with when a huge noise interrupted him. It sounded like something heavy being rolled up and down a hallway nearby. Then he noticed it was actually three things rolling up and down.

He frowned in aggravation and tried to turn his mind back onto the problem of whether toadstool juice would actually enhance the potion's ability to allow passage between this world and that of the fae or whether it would simply poison the drinker. He really needed to do more research and possibly add another ingredient to nullify the poison's effect on the drinker without upsetting the fine balance of other ingredients in the potion.

Suddenly, there was a crash and one of the rolling things came abruptly to a stop. Snape took a deep breath and stalked out of his potions laboratory, his dark eyes glistening with anger. Those damn House Elves knew better than to create noise near his study or laboratory or library, he thought irritably.

He followed the noise and it led him to a passage on the far side of his laboratory. As he stepped into the passage a small, black object with too much hair whizzed past him unnaturally fast and whooped. It took Snape a few moments to realize it was Hermione still in her Hogsbridge robes. She was making a huge noise as she whizzed by and Snape finally worked out that she was balancing on a row of small wheels on each foot.

Another body in Auror Academy robes whizzed past and Snape recognized the bright red hair. Then another body in bright orange Chudley Canon robes came next with unmistakable messy black hair.

"What are you doing?" he demanded loudly, as they were making a terrific noise on the wooden floors of the second storey.

"Roller-blading," Hermione explained innocently before pushing off again to whiz back past Snape to the other end of the hallway.

"Why?" he asked, his dark eyes narrowed with impatience.

"Whaddya mean why? 'Cause its fun!" Ron replied, wobbling dangerously past again.

"Fun?" Snape repeated as though unsure of the meaning of the word.

"Yeah! Whoooooooo!" Harry agreed, his Seeker balance and speed making him an excellent roller-blader.

"'Mione's not very good at it though," Ron teased.

Hermione pulled out her wand and sent an accurate freezing charm onto one of his wheels. He crashed loudly into a wall. "No fair, Hermione!" he protested, nursing his banged knee. "You've got no sense of humour. Are you sure there is no latent Slytherin in you?"

Hermione laughed. "Positive," she said pitilessly and put a mild healing charm on Ron's reddened kneecap.

"Why are you doing this here?" Snape asked edgily, folding his thin arms over his tall, lean body.

"You've got no concrete in your gardens," Ron accused as though it was a deliberate oversight of Snape's.

"Yeah and those stone floors are no good. They're too bumpy. Wooden floors are the best," Harry explained cheerfully, whizzing past again.

Snape suddenly felt like he was baby-sitting. That was until Hermione skidded over to him, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth.

"Ew, I am totally squicked," Ron said, looking sick.

"Me too," Harry agreed emphatically.

Snape was too bemused to say anything for a couple of seconds. They had not been together long enough for him to get used to anyone touching him at all, let alone Hermione actually kissing him voluntarily.

"Way to go, 'Mione!" Ron cheered. "Anytime Snape gives us a hard time, you can just kiss him!"

Snape sent another freezing charm to a wheel on his other roller blade and he fell flat on his backside. "Ow! No need for that," Ron protested, getting up and rubbing his sore behind.

"My potions laboratory is just on the other side of this passage," Snape said, his arms still crossed. "And you three are making a huge noise. Perhaps you might have considered a Silenus charm?" he said coldly, reverting back to his professor persona.

"Sorry," Hermione called out from one end of the passage where she was catching her breath. "I didn't realize we were so close to your laboratory otherwise we would have." She careered past him again and added, "professor" insinuatingly as she did, skating backwards to grin at him.

Snape realized he had made a mistake using his school teacher tone on the trio now that they had graduated. He knew Hermione didn't like it. "Fine," he said shortly and turned on his heel and left, his robes billowing characteristically behind him.

"Ooooo-oooo-ooooo! We got in trouble!" Ron taunted.

"10 points each from Gryffindor!" Harry said mockingly.

Hermione grinned at them both but said, "we shouldn't have disturbed him. It's my fault. Silenus!" she added and waved her wand over the passage.

The friends kept it up until dinner-time when they were all hot, hungry, sweaty and exhausted. "Don't forget Draco's dorm-warming of the Serpent's Den this weekend!" Hermione reminded them as the boys left via a fireplace at one end of the passage.

"We'll be there!" they both promised, hugged Hermione and left with cheerful good-byes.

Hermione took the silencing spell off the passage and too tired to walk, she apparated back to her private bathroom off the main bedroom she shared with Snape whilst at the Manor. Her bathroom was white marble with a sunken, swimming pool size bath. She filled the tub with sandalwood scented bubbles and floated lazily. She acknowledged that she was rather annoyed with Snape for pulling the school-teacher routine on them this afternoon. If they had been inconsiderate, it wasn't deliberate. She still had no idea of the layout of the Manor. She had spent little time there in the past 6 months. The passage they had been in was parallel to the one with the entry to the laboratory so she didn't realize she had been so close to it.

She was still so annoyed that she didn't feel like eating with him so she went to the study he had given her after bathing and ordered something to eat to be brought to her there. She had work to do for University so she began that as she ate and soon was so engrossed that she lost track of the time. It was not until midnight that the small grandfather clock in her room alerted her to the time. The thing bonged and wheezed and carried on at midday and midnight so much that is was impossible to ignore it.

Her mind still on a problem to do with her studies, Hermione shuffled off to their bedroom already half asleep.

Snape had spent his time after his solitary dinner worrying not so much about the incident that afternoon as whether the whole scenario of living with a much younger, former student of his would work. Maybe the only reason she was with him at all was because she had needed an older, authority figure in her life immediately after her parents had died, he thought. A deep line cut between his brows as he considered this possibility. Then again, she hated it when he pulled on his school teacher guise with her and usually ignored him if he tried to act like an authority figure. Any time he told her what to do she would generally do the opposite just to be difficult. Also, she had coped very well with the practicalities of her situation when her parents died and needed little guidance or help from him. His forehead cleared as he had to dismiss the idea of her needing an authority figure as untrue.

No, he recognized, the problem was that he was too used to being a school teacher to the trio and when he didn't know how else to treat them, he reverted. Hermione had un-nerved him by kissing him like that and he'd lost his head and hadn't been thinking clearly. He would have to break that bad habit and do so before she got sick of it.

There had been many times he felt that she had turned to him because he was the only one there during that awful time. Her friends were in evidence, of course but they had had their own lives. Apart from Hogwarts and spying on the Death Eaters, Snape had had no life before Hermione. He could be available to her. Maybe when she had fully recovered from her parent's death, she would prefer the company of a much younger man - a contemporary. His insides felt cold as he made himself face that possibility.

The fire had burnt low as he sat brooding, trying to ignore the painfully hollow feeling his line of thought had produced. He heard footsteps and looked up to see Hermione shuffling towards him, yawning heartily and looking sleepy. "Come to bed, for goodness sake! It's past midnight," she said grouchily and went and sat on his lap, winding her arms around him.

"I thought you weren't talking to me," he said, his dark eyebrows raised but relief flooding over him.

"I thought about not talking to you but I got over it," Hermione said frankly, opening his robes at the neck. "I hate all these bloody buttons!" she added irritably. "What's with the buttons?"

"Typical Gryffindor," he said with one of his milder sneers. "You couldn't hold a grudge for a respectable length of time if you tried."

"True," she replied unperturbed. She sat up a bit so she could reach his mouth and kiss him. Snape felt heat immediately flood his veins and his heartbeat quickened.

"I notice you were brooding nicely," she teased, nibbling at his lean mouth.

"I was wondering," he said in his deep voice, lifting his mouth from her for a second, "whether or not it would work what with you being a former pupil of mine."

Hermione finally managed to slip a hand inside his robes. He hissed softly as her hand wandered caressingly over his thin torso. She leaned back slightly and looked into his face. "Oh? Why?" she asked with a frown.

"I didn't know whether during that time, you were really looking for an authority figure rather than a lover. Maybe someone to lean on rather than to.. er.. seduce," he said, catching his breath as Hermione opened his robe further and slipped both hands inside.

Hermione grinned. "Does that feel like I'm looking for an authority figure?" she asked limpidly, then leaned forward and kissed him again. He made a faint noise as his body shifted restlessly under her hands.

"I thought that once the crisis was over, you might end up having regrets," he said, lifting his mouth from hers once more and looking down at her seriously.

She looked at him gravely for a long moment, then put one hand on either side of his face and stared into his deep-set eyes. "What I wanted was you," she said with a straightforwardness that took Snape's breath away and was incomprehensible to a Slytherin like himself. "And that won't change."

The stared at each other in silence, Hermione's sharp grey eyes softening as she looked into his. He leaned forward and captured her mouth once more, his long arms wrapping around her tightly as he kissed her deeply.