AN: I don't know when you all can read this because has been stupid lately, but if you can thanks so much for the support! It is very deeply appreciated!

There was nothing more seductive than a naked, well-toned spirit reading a potions journal in bed.

Hermione moaned as she reached for Severus. "Good morning."

He put the book down before grasping her hand. "I was wondering when you would awaken."

Her face was flush as her heart skipped a few beats. Love filled her being, an intoxicating sensation she wished would never end.

"I trust you slept well." He released her.

"Very well." She gave him a small grin. "I dreamed a spirit in a tuxedo had his wicked way with me."

"Oh did you?" He purred.

"Indeed." She proper herself up on one arm. "I dreamt he whispered naughty things in my ear as we fused into one."

"What types of naughty things?"

"Things which would damn one to hell if the Trinity heard them."

"Then I should wait to say them until we are both assured of our place in heaven before I make that particular dream come true." He kissed her neck.

"We should." She breathed.

A comfortable moment of silence fell between them. They gazed into each other's eyes, as if to drink in their love.

"Were you bored last night?" She asked.

"No," he pointed to his journal. "You have excellent reading material."

"Yes, but for…" she craned her neck until she could see the alarm clock behind him. Her eyes grew. "Nine hours? I slept for nine whole hours?"

"You did."

"I haven't slept for nine hours in years."

"Do you feel fatigued?"

"No," she relaxed. "I feel the most refreshed I've ever been."

"Then I am glad you slept that long."

"Yes, but still…you were able to read for nine hours?"

"As I said, you had amazing reading material. When I grew weary of reading," he gave her a look that sent a wave of heat through her body, "I just looked at you."

"You took joy from reading and watching me sleep?"

"Yes."

She continued to stare at him in disbelief.

"Last night was the most enjoyable night of my life, for so many reasons. I was doing what I always wanted to do; have an evening with a beautiful woman and read."

"Severus." Her eyes glistened. "You truly are the perfect man if all you want to do is read and spend time with me."

"Every other man was a dunderhead to pass you by." He kissed the top of her head. "Which is why I praise the Trinity for my intelligence and their stupidity."

"You are the most intelligent man I've ever met."

"It takes a special witch to recognize and appreciate a wizard's intelligence."

"Then I am lucky so many other witches were dunderheads and passed you by."

"I don't know if they were dunderheads per se," His glow dimmed. "I will readily admit that I am not the easiest entity in the universe to get along with."

"I'm no walk in the park either."

He raised an eyebrow. What could be so difficult about being with Hermione?

"I'm aware of my weaknesses. I know I can be too bossy, too insecure, and my hair." She tugged at it. "Is a bloody mess in the mornings."

"It's beautiful," he answered.

"There is little need to flatter me. It took four bottles of Sleekeazy's to tame it last night, and look at how it appears in the morning."

"You look like an actual person."

"Well." She smirked. "I wouldn't want to look like a dog."

He chuckled.

Desire welled in Hermione's stomach. Did he have any idea what he could do with his voice?

"I never cared for women who dolls themselves up and try their best to imitate models. They were either too vapid to hold their own in a conversation, or too self-absorbed to respect. Right now, you appear natural and approachable." He lowered his voice and leaned closer to her. "It is sexier than you could imagine."

"Sexy?"

"Yes, you are so sexy, so sensual, and so beautiful." He kissed her cheek

Desire inflamed her body. She yearned for him to fuse with her so she could feel him inside of her again. Once again, she wanted to give him all of her, to show him how completely she loved him.

"Everything about you is amazing," he whispered.

"You are amazing yourself." She clasped his hand.

He hummed as her love flowed through him. For the first time, he believed he was worthy of love. Once again, he wanted to fuse with her, just so she understood how deeply his love for her ran.

The rumblings of her stomach interrupted his train of thought.

Her body went red. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean…"

"There is no need to apologize." He chuckled before brushing his lips to hers. "I woke up hungry many a morning too."

She grinned.

"If you would like, I can show you how to make pancakes."

"I would love that." She sat upright. "Except, shouldn't you put your tuxedo back on?"

He glanced at the discarded outfit. "Would it not be odd to cook while wearing one?"

"Would it not be odd to cook naked?"

"Good point."

With one last kiss, they set about beginning their day.

Will there be a beach in heaven?

Sirius stared at the wall, allowing his thoughts to wander. Until now, he had not allowed himself to imagine heaven. It was too painful to think of a place he would not reach for another millennium. Now that Hermione had achieved eudaimonia though, it was closer than ever. There was no harm in wondering if there was an angel or two who would be receptive to his flirtations….

"You have a lovely scam going on here."

Sirius was pure white. If the room could have grown cold, it would have.

"You get to lounge around, read philosophy, explore the world, all while avoiding your Purgatory sentence."

He closed his eyes. This wasn't happening!

"I must admit I am impressed. Few souls would have been so ingenious."

Sirius' glow pulsated. He swore he was trembling, though was unsure if spirits could do so.

"Too bad you are up against an all knowing entity who is going to catch on sooner rather than later."

Sirius shook his head. If I don't look he might go away.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you."

Sirius glanced up and squeaked.

"Hello, Metatron."