Disclaimer: Not mine. No money, no fame, no pretty boys for me. All is J.K.Rowling's.

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Harry/Severus

A/N: So here's the promised epilogue. A bit of fun for the ending.

Warnings: Homosexual relationship; if you wish implied mpreg in the past (I attempted to write story about it, but I'm rather stuck somewhere in the middle), if you don't then they adopted.

Of Fish and Butterflies

Harry James Potter-Snape, the Divinations professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Order of Merlin first class (two times actually), Member of Wizegamots, etc, etc sat in his favourite armchair and pondered a very difficult problem. So difficult that he had been sitting and thinking for quite some time and still there was no solution in sight.

Birds and bees.

It sounded stupid, really. An idiotic name for... The Talk. Well, that sounded even more stupid.
Why birds and bees? Why not, for example, fish and butterflies? After all, fish and butterflies were about as much connected with human anatomy and sexual activity as birds and bees. Which meant not at all.
Quiet closing of the door was the only sound that alerted Harry to his husband's presence. Severus still moved as soundlessly as ever. To his secret envy Harry had never mastered the art of quiet stalking himself. When he'd confessed his envy to Severus - they had been quite inebriated at the time otherwise Harry would have never said it aloud - the man had only laughed and said that Harry wasn't made for stalking. Charging, stomping, even creeping - yes, but not stalking. At least not silently.

Oh well, you couldn't have evrything.And at the moment Harry had more imporatnt things to worry about than his inability to stalk.

He looked at Severus, hoping the other had been luckier at solving their problem. There was a very peculiar expression Severus' face. He'd brought a book with him that he now held up for Harry to see.
It was a Muggle book. One look at the cover cleared the matter, though.
There was only one source in Hogwarts where Severus could have gotten that kind of book from.
„Hermione?"
„She told me she found this book very helpful when Margaret was in the age of asking questions about..." Severus made a vague gesture with his hand. „You know."
„Yeah," Harry's voice was glum. „Birds and bees."
He held out his hand: „Show me."
The book was helpful all right. Very helpful with illustrations, explanations and diagrams. Too helpful for Harry's taste, but...
„It seems Muggles have found a way to avoid some difficult conversations. How ingenious."
Severus' voice held a well consealed hint of admiration. And relief. Harry had to agree with him.
Actually, when he looked at it like that, giving Lilian the book seemed like a good idea.

„I think that's the book Mum gave me when I started asking questions about the differences between boys and girls. She said it would be useful for me to read and find out, remember? I even think it's the same book, actually..."
Margaret took the book and flipped through the pges.
„Look, here's the place we underlained to ask for better explanations from Mum, see?"
„Mhm," said Lilian Potter-Snape, Margaret's best friend and dorm-mate in the house of Ravenclaw of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
„You didn't have to wait until your sixteenth birthday to get it, though."

PS: Of course Hermione explained everything to Lilian long ago (she knew both Harry and Severus well enough to understand that if she left this conversation on them, Lilian would have gray haire before her fathers decided she was old enough for, you know, birds and bees). And of course, when Margaret got the book, she and Lilian looked through it together.

The End!