Severus looked at his unmarred forearm in wonder. He had had the Dark Mark shortly after his Hogwarts graduation. "I can't believe it is truly gone," he whispered to his lover.

Minerva smiled at him. She enjoyed the peaceful expression on his face and sought to keep it there. "You only answer to yourself now," she said emotionally.

He rolled on top of her naked form, her thighs cradling his hips. He cradled her upper body in his embrace and gave her such an intense stare that she shuddered in response. "What if I wanted to answer to you," he whispered seductively. "What if I wanted you to answer to me? What if I wanted you as my wife?"

Minerva stared wide-eyed at him. "Is that what you truly want? You and me forever?" she asked emotionally. "You know Arwen will always have a piece of my heart. A piece I am not sure I will ever be able to open to you."

Severus caressed her neck gently and watched as her eyes fluttered close. "I have parts of mine I fear is damaged beyond repair," he confided in earnest. "The rest of it is ensnared by you and your children. Are you in love with me?"

"Yes," she breathed without hesitation. He gently slipped into her velvety channel. She hissed in pleasure.

"So I ask you again," he whispered. "Will you open your heart as much as possible to me? Will you marry me? No hiding, no secrets, we tell the world of our love?"

Her eyes fluttered shut once again as he rolled his hips. Pleasure flowed through her as he stroked her need. Emerald eyes met chocolate ones. Tears of wonder fell from hers as she nodded her head yes. "I would love to marry you Severus Snape."

Tears flowed freely from him as he reach and hooked an arm under her thigh. He moved deeper within her before claiming her lips with his own. They made love as they rejoiced in the next stage of their relationship. Neither noticed the unearthly white light that engulfed them.

"Màthair," Robbie and Hermione cried happily as they launched themselves into her waiting arms. "We have missed you."

"I was only away two nights," she responded with an amused expression on her relaxed face. "Did you have fun with your grandparents?"

"Loads," Robbie answered. "Grand-mère and Grand-père arranged our very own rooms here and let us decorate them. They have a gigantic greenhouse. Grand-mère said she would help teach me about native French foilage."

Minerva chuckled in amusement at her son. He loved plants of any sort it seemed. "That was nice of your Grand-mère." She turned towards Hermione and asked, "What about you love?"

Hermione smiled happily and told of their trip to France's Ministry of Magic. "We saw Fleur and her family there. Grand-père invited them to lunch today."

"Are you friendly with the Delacour Family?" Minerva asked curiously.

"We are," Jean answered. "Celeste is Apolline's godmother. Apolline and Arwen grew up like sisters. We taught Apolline how to use magic after her father died."

"Arwen never mentioned a name but she talked about her almost sister," Minerva said thoughtfully as she remembered some of her past conversations with her wife.

"She always did refer to me as her almost sister," Apolline Delacour said as she walked into the room with her family. "Hello Aunt Celeste, Uncle Jean," she greeted with a warm hug and kisses to both cheeks.

"Hello dear," Celeste greeted warmly. She turned towards the Delacour sisters and smiled. "I believe you have grown six inches since I have last seen you."

The girls giggled before greeting the older witch with hugs and then greeting Jean. "Lovely as ever girls," he said with a grin. "You know our Hermione of course. Have you met her twin Robert?"

"You don't attend Hogwarts," questioned Fleur as she realized she didn't know him.

"Afraid not," Robbie said with a smile. "I am a squib."

"Just by British standards son," Jean added. "Robbie is a Herbology and Potions genius."

"You can make potions without a wand," Apolline asked intrigued.

"I have enough wandless magic to work with various potions," he clarified.

"And I sense you have no desire for a wand," Apolline said with interest. "It doesn't upset you to watch your mother and sister use their wands either, does it?"

Robert offered a reassuring smile to his mother before answering, "Not one bit. I can focus on what I enjoy doing while Mya has to learn it all. Mya has to keep up with a full load of Hogwarts curriculum and her Muggle studies whereas I only have to do my Muggle curriculum and then I get to focus on my interests. I also enjoy Mya being the primary heir to any nobility title we are in line for. I like being just Robbie."

Minerva smiled proudly at her son before hugging him near. "I love you that you think like that. However, if you manage to gain a mastery in Potions or Herbology you will trump your sister's claim to any title regardless of your ability to use a wand."

Robert looked horrified at the thought and then glared at his sister. "You knew that, didn't you?" he accused. "That's why you have been encouraging my studies."

Hermione smirked at him. "I did," she admitted. "I have no desire to claim any titles. I am still hopeful you will gain a mastery or Màthair will remarry and have more children. Maybe we both can get out of it."

"Even if she does," Celeste interjected. "One of you will still gain the Bellamy title."

"What," Hermione said suprised. "We thought Dora would gain it."

"France looks at blood adoption as absolute," Celeste explained. "Arwen was our daughter in every way and was the Bellamy heir. Upon us discovering her children, you surpassed Dora's claim."

Hermione and Robert groaned as they looked at their grandparents. "Hermione," Jean said with a smile. "If it makes you feel better, Robert is the primary Bellamy heir. We felt since you had claim to one title, we would leave ours to him."

"Grand-père," groaned Robert. "I really don't want any titles. I just want to know mother's side of the family."

Jean walked to Robbie and pulled him in a side hug. "You get both," the older wizard teased with a grin.

Laughter filled the room as the families enjoyed a lovely lunch on the spacious balcony overlooking the gardens that Arwen had preferred to dine at.