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"Severus, I still want you in my arms, in my heart, and in my pants, but..." Hermione trailed off.
Severus held her closer.
But.
He knew he would screw up at some point and lose this lovely woman who had just repeated their very private handfasting vows. Aloud, he said, "But?"
She wavered. How could she get her point across? Deep breath, this really was crunch time after the recent fight. "But I am not a masochist, and from what I have seen, neither are you. We need better techniques for disagreements. Can we please take that anger management class together? It seems to be a big market, we are not the only ones." She was tempted to say more, but in the last ten years she had picked up a couple of things about shutting up.
It came in handy now. She just cuddled up again and let him process. A full fifteen minutes later she was beginning to doze in his arms, what with the rhythmic stroking of his hand on her back.
She came to when he said, "All right, assuming we go together."
She beamed and gave him an enthusiastic kiss. "Perfect. What's for dinner?"