She was so beautiful.
He stood far back from the train as it rolled into the station and watched her step off with a House elf at her heels. Instantly he got a flash of a younger version of Hermione standing before his desk after a potions class and telling him something about S.P.E.W.
She looked around before calling her luggage off the train to her by magic and it floated behind her and the elf as they walked along.
He decided to reveal himself when she was but a few feet away from her and tapped her shoulders from behind to get her attention as she nearly passed him.
"Mrs Weasley," he said softly, "Good day to you."
She gasped upon hearing the familiar voice and spun around on her heels to him. Instantly, she was in his arms.
"I thought," She began gasping, "I only hoped for such a day as this, Severus."
He closed his eyes recalling the feel of her. It had been far too long a time since they had done this.
"Am I dreaming?"
"You, or I?"
She laughed happily against him and boy it felt bloody good.
"I've missed you," Severus murmered in her hair, "Oh, how I've missed you."
"I thought you told Harry you couldn't remember me."
"I cannot remember the whens, hows, or wheres," Severus admitted softly in her ear, "But I know that I love you."