A/N: This is finally the end. I'm sorry I took so long to update, especially since I've had this written for about a month. Remember, they're not mine.
Epilogue: Pillow Talk
After Severus and Hermione had had a suitably enthusiastic reunion, they lay in bed, cuddled together.
"So, you were Professor Grey?" Hermione's question was rhetorical.
"Well, did Professor Grey make a lasting impression on you?" Severus ignored the previous question. The answer was obvious.
"You know he did. It was after my talk with him that I stopped playing 'Little Miss Know-It-All', as you used to call me." Hermione sat up in bed, pulling up the sheet and holding it to her chest.
Severus sat up as well. He pulled her closer to him. Hermione put her head on his shoulder. "That was the intention. Through our conversations over the years, I knew of your insecurities regarding fitting into our world. You had said one of the professors opened your eyes to the fact that you could be yourself and still be accepted."
"So you decided to be that professor?"
"There were a couple of other people I needed to talk to as well."
"Mmmm. Harry told me about his confrontation with Professor Grey."
"A little more hard-headed than you, is our Mr. Potter, with a martyr-savior complex."
Hermione slapped her husband lightly on his bare shoulder. "As if he had much choice on the savior end!"
"Unfortunately, very true. I'm glad that is finished. He and Ginevra seem happy."
"They are. Ginny does well as flying instructor, and Harry finally broke the curse on the DADA position."
"They truly are excellent additions to the staff. I'm glad Albus brought them in before he retired."
Hermione lay back down. "I think Madam Hooch was glad to retire. Whoever would have believed she had a husband tucked away?"
"I knew she was involved, but not with whom, or that they were actually married. I guess it makes sense, though, that she would pick someone like the owner of Quality Quidditch Supplies." Severus lay back down as well, and drew Hermione to cuddle next to him again.
"Nobody knew that Oliver Wood was her son. They certainly kept that secret!"
"Very well-kept."
Hermione yawned. "I guess it's time to actually go to sleep."
"Indeed. It's back to the usual routine tomorrow, or rather, today."
"Good night. I'm so glad you're back. I missed you. I love you very much."
"I missed you as well. Young Hermione was no substitute for you. She just wasn't you." Severus kissed her on the forehead.
"I know. Nox."