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Epilogue to the Deathly Hallows	By : SalazarRaphael Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 13288 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Epilogue to the Deathly Hallows
- 1
-5 Years Later-

            Hermione exited her bedroom, dressed only in her nightgown. It was nearly dawn. She moved to the front door of the small cottage and peered outside through the pane of glass. There he was, bounding up toward the house. As was her custom by now, she opened the door and he walked in on all fours, moving toward the couch. She shut the door and watched as he got up onto it, his movements sluggish. She watched his head hit the pillow she’d laid out the night before and immediately his body shifted back into human form. A smile graced her lips as she moved to the sofa, pulling the blanket off of the top of it. She got on top of him and lay down, caressing his cheek, “Good night, my sweet.”

            She woke several hours later to find her husband’s arms squeezed tightly around her. “I love you,” he whispered. Hermione looked up into the yellow eyes of Fenrir Greyback. She grinned and leaned up to kiss him, “This is one of my favorite mornings together,” he said.

            Hermione looked up at him, “Mine too. I’m really glad you caught me in that forest that night.”

            “I am too,” he caressed her cheek gently, “Wanna move to the bedroom?”

            “That depends on what you’ve got planned,” she smiled mischievously.

            “I give you two guesses. Sleep is not the answer.”

            “In that case, let’s move.” Hermione pushed the blanket aside and sat up, pulling him up with her, “Chase me, my love.”

            “Always,” he ran after her as she ran towards the bedroom, catching her and swinging her over his shoulder, “What do I do now that I’ve caught you?”

            “Put me down?”

            “Not an option,” he shook his head.

            “Throw me on the bed and make love to me?”

            “I like that idea,” he tossed her onto the bed and leaped onto it, “you look good,” he grinned.

            “So do you,” she caressed his arm, “Fenrir?”

            “What?”

            “I think we should consider starting a family. I’d like to have a baby with you.”

            Fenrir looked at her, his head cocked to the side, “You really want a family with me?” Hermione just nodded. “I’d like that,” he smiled. “Do I get to vote on names?”

            “Depends on what they are.”

            “Skoll?”

            “Not a chance in hell,” she shook her head.

            “What if I beg,” he rolled on top of her, “and plead and get down on my knees?”

            “That could work,” she smiled up at him. “We’re talking too much right now. Can’t name a child if I don’t get pregnant.”

            “No more contraception spells then,” he leaned in and kissed her passionately.

            It did not take long for her to get pregnant. Fenrir seemed particularly proud of that. And they learned that she would only be pregnant six months, though she’d still need six weeks to recover. By month four she was huge, but as the fifth month got closer she couldn’t even reach her genitals. Now she was frustrated. Her sexual appetite had increased significantly, and now she had nothing she could do about it. Hermione could only wait for Fenrir to return from shopping for the things that they needed in the kitchen and around the house.

            He arrived soon, placing his bags in the kitchen as Hermione waddled in to see him, “I’ve missed you,” she said, kissing him hungrily.

            “I can tell,” he gasped as her hands pulled at his t-shirt, trying to pull it off. Fenrir gently pushed her away, then pulled his shirt off on his own, leaving his muscular torso bare. Hermione’s hands moved over it, enjoying the feel of his built chest, “Shall we go to the bedroom?”

            “I miss the days when we could fuck anywhere.”

            “Me too,” he waved his wand to put a stasis on the bags, picking her up, “but I’ll settle for spending the majority of my time in the bedroom with you,” he grinned as he carried her into their bedroom, laying her down on the bed before pulling his pants off and whispering the spell to undress her. Hermione reached for him and was rewarded with his mouth on hers, kissing her lustfully. She moaned into his mouth as his hands moved over her body, exploring. “Think it’s still safe to have sex?”

            “They said we could, just be careful and go slow. You’re too big to go fast right now anyway. I couldn’t handle it.”

            “Yes ma’am,” he grinned, moving down to lick her. Hermione groaned and he wrapped his arms around her legs to keep them still.

            Once she’d been satisfied, he moved up. He was already erect, so he stroked himself and then gently slid inside her. Hermione moaned louder as he filled her. “I love you,” she gasped.

            “I love you too, my queen,” he growled, thrusting into her gently. “You feel so good.”

            “OH Fen!” Hermione came again. He grinned and grunted as she tightened around him once more. Fenrir thrust a little faster but stopped himself as he got control again. He resumed his gentle thrusts, rocking his hips against her. “Fen,” she reached for him and he leaned down, enjoying a passionate kiss. “I love you so much,” Hermione’s hands moved over him and it proved to be too much for him, staring into her loving eyes and feeling her tight body underneath him. Fenrir came and collapsed next to her, panting. She shifted closer to him and was rewarded with his arms around her, “How did I get so lucky?”

            “Dunno, but you’re not the only one,” he turned on his side to look into her eyes, “Hermione, I got a second chance at life and you’ve made it incredibly worth it.”

            “Fen, you say that like there’s someone better than you out there for me,” she caressed his cheek gently, “there isn’t. Only you are for me. No one else.” He just grinned, tightening his hold on her and closing his eyes. Hermione sighed into his embrace, closing her eyes.

            Fenrir collapsed on the couch. He was so tired. He took a deep breath. He had to go see her. Forcing himself up, Fenrir Disapparated. He arrived at St. Mungo’s amid lots of stares. He sighed. There was no time for this. He went to the nurses’ station. “Hermione Greyback? She came in last night. She’s pregnant.”

            “And you are?”

            “Fenrir Greyback,” he growled. He had no patience for this. “Where is my wife? How is she?”

            “She hasn’t delivered yet, she’s up in Maternity.”

            “Can I see her?”

            “Of course,” one of the nurses led him upstairs.

            Finally, she led him to Hermione’s room. Fenrir felt the air in his lungs escape. There she was in the bed, and she looked so beautiful. “How are you my love?”

            “Tired,” she sighed, “but you have to be exhausted Fen. Go home, go get some sleep.”

            “I can’t until I know you’re okay,” he moved to her and held her hand, “I love you. Sleep is the last thing on my mind right now.”

            “I’m not dilated enough to deliver yet,” she frowned. “I’ve been in labor for nine hours, Fen. I…I wish you could’ve been here sooner.”

            “They don’t let werewolves in here during the full moon, my love. But I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.”

            “You need sleep, Fen. Go get some.”

            “I’m not leaving your side until our baby is born. Then I’ll lay with you and we can get some sleep together.”

            “Such a smooth talker,” she looked up at him. “Sit with me?”

            “Whatever you wish,” he sat next to her, “you look beautiful.”

            “Liar. I look like a mess.”

            “Your friends aren’t here?”

            She blushed, “Fen…I know you haven’t noticed because I keep lying to you…but they don’t want anything to do with me since we got married.”

            “So what do you do when you say you’re going to see them?”

            “I go to different libraries or I go to the movies,” she frowned.

            Fenrir just stared at her. A contraction hit and she tightened her grip on his hand as the pain coursed through her body. When it ended he leaned down and kissed her, “Why not tell me?”

            “I didn’t want you to blame yourself.”

            “But I do,” Fenrir looked down, “if it weren’t for me, they’d still want to be around you.”

            “I would rather be alone with you than surrounded by friends and without you,” Hermione touched his chin to raise his head, “You mean the world to me, Fenrir. That they don’t understand that is their loss, not mine,” she kissed him sweetly.

            He smiled and wrapped his arm around her, squeezing her tightly. They stayed silent for a bit until she had another contraction. “I love you,” he whispered.

            Hermione just grunted from the pain. The doctor came in and Fenrir got up from the bed, though his hold of her hand continued. “Well Mrs. Greyback, it would appear that you are now fully dilated; are you ready?”

            “More than ever.”

            “Will your husband be joining us?” Fenrir looked to his wife for an answer.

            “Yes,” Hermione nodded, squeezing his hand, “I want Fen there with me. He’s as responsible for this as I am,” she added. Fenrir laughed and went with them to the delivery room.

            The actual delivery went quickly. Hermione gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Fenrir couldn’t believe it as a nurse took the baby and cleaned it, then brought it over to him, “Would Daddy like to hold his little boy?” She handed him to Fenrir, who looked shocked. He held his son in his arms and just stared incredulously. Congratulations were said and the nurse took them back to the maternity ward and their room. “I’ll bring in a rollaway.”

            “No need,” Hermione said, “I want Fen to be near me.”

            “Just magically enlarge the bed,” the nurse smiled and turned to leave, “You two make a wonderful couple. I can see it in your eyes. So in love. It’s a beautiful thing to see.” She closed the door when she left.



            He looked down at his son, “He’s so tiny.”

            “Well of course he is compared to you. You’re huge, Fen,” Hermione said, looking up at him. “He felt gigantic when he came out of me.”

            “You’re so wonderful, Hermione,” Fenrir moved toward her, sitting down next to her, “I guess we get to argue about the name now?”

            Hermione nodded, “I think we need a unique name. We both have names that are rather original.”

            “Both come from mythology,” he said.

            “True. So this one should too. Yours is Norse, and mine is Greek. I’m sensing a theme.”

            “You don’t like Skoll, so how about Aeson?”

            “I kind of like that. Aeson,” she said the name a few more times before finally nodding, “I like Aeson. But I can’t let you give me what I want fully. Aeson Skoll Greyback.” Fenrir just grinned in response. After the nurse returned and took Aeson’s name, she took Aeson for his measurements.

            She returned shortly, “Your son…his eyes are a brilliant yellow. Like yours,” the nurse looked up at Fenrir, “They are captivating.”

            “People who are born werewolves tend to have yellow eyes,” Fenrir said, giving her a brief smile, “Does Aeson stay here tonight or in the nursery?”

            “For tonight, the nursery. We have bottles to feed him. Do you intend to breast feed?” She looked at Hermione.

            She shook her head, “No, we’ll use bottles.”

            “Very good. Then there’ll be no confusion. You two get some sleep. You won’t be getting much of it very soon.” The nurse left with their son and Fenrir lay down next to his wife.

            “I love you,” he whispered. Hermione shifted to be against him, “A few hours of rest?”

            “More than a few,” Hermione mumbled, laying her head on his chest. They fell asleep instantly.

            They woke at around 7:30 that evening. Fenrir shifted, gently bumping into Hermione. “Is it morning?” She mumbled and he growled.

            “No.”

            “Damn.”

            “I’m exhausted too,” he muttered. “Should we sleep some more?”

            “I need food. I think you do too,” she waved her wand to summon the nurse.

            “Yes?”

            “How’s our son?”

            “He’s well. Do you want to feed him?”

            “Yes,” Hermione nodded, “and we’d like some food as well.”

            “I’ll have someone bring something,” she handed Hermione Aeson and summoned a bottle, “There’s a charm to make it the correct temperature.”

            “We’ve already read up on those,” she nodded, taking the bottle. Fenrir watched as Hermione fed their son. He stood and moved to the bathroom.

            When he exited, Hermione was finishing up feeding Aeson. “He drinks fast.”

            “It would appear that he has your appetite,” she smiled. “They brought food up. You were in there for a bit.”

            “I wanted to cast a few spells to clean myself up and I washed my face in the sink,” he sat down in the chair next to the bed. “I’m starving.”

            “Me too,” she nodded, “I want to just hold him for a bit. You eat, then we can switch.”

            “Yes ma’am,” he said, taking his food from the tray and beginning to eat, “Knew I should have killed that deer last night. But I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”

            “I wish I could have been there when you got back. But I knew if I waited apparition wouldn’t be an option. So I left as soon as I felt able.”

            “I just wish you weren’t alone.”

            “The nurses and the doctors were very understanding when I explained that my husband is a werewolf and can’t stop the transformation to be with me the night I go into labor.”

            “Sure be nice if I could though.”

            “That it would,” she nodded. “Are you finished?”

            “Now I am,” he said, getting up and reaching for his son, “come here little fella. Come to Daddy.”

            Hermione watched them as she ate. Her family. They looked good together. She missed her friends. They were such an important part of her life for so long. But looking at Fenrir holding their son, this looked better. He would do anything for her, she knew that. And now they had a child together. She was happy. She finished eating and felt tired. The nurse returned as Fenrir burped Aeson, “How is everyone doing?”

            “He drank a whole bottle right away,” Hermione said.

            “He looks good,” the nurse said, looking at him. Fenrir handed him to her, “I hope you two know what a beautiful family the three of you make. He’s been a very good baby over in the nursery. He sleeps well.”

            “How long do we stay here?” Fenrir asked.

            “Tonight and then tomorrow we’ll just do a few more checks of Mommy and baby, then you all can go home, presuming all is well. If not it might be a couple more days. But witches heal faster than Muggles, and we healed you pretty well in the first place. I’d say tomorrow afternoon you might be checking out.”

            “Sleeping in our own bed? That sounds so good right now,” Hermione said, taking a drink of water.

            “Here here,” Fenrir smirked, moving back to his wife’s side, “want more sleep?”

            “Yes,” she nodded.

            “You two get some sleep. This is your last night of freedom,” the nurse smiled as she left with Aeson.

            Hermione magically enlarged the bed again, “Climb in Fen.”

            “Happily,” he lay down next to her, “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” she grinned, leaning up to kiss him. “No sex for six weeks.”

            “I hope it goes fast,” he mumbled. She laughed and turned, settling into his embrace. “Sleep well, my queen.”

            “With you, always,” she sighed, closing her eyes.

            They woke the next morning, both feeling much better. “You look good,” she whispered.

            “So do you,” he said. “Shame I can’t act on it.”

            “I can still blow you,” she pointed out. “We’ll get through it. I need to pee though,” he helped her up, though he stayed in bed after she got up. Suddenly, he had an idea.

            “Hermione, do you mind if I go home for a bit? I want to make sure everything’s set up for you and Aeson.”

            “Go ahead,” she called out from behind the door, “just don’t be too long.”

            “A half hour or less,” he promised. She opened the door and kissed him, “I love you, my sweet.”

            “I love you too,” Hermione smiled. “See you soon?”

            “Of course,” he grinned. “Eat some breakfast, enjoy some time with Aeson. I’ll be back in a bit.” He left, walking outside of the hospital and Disapparating.

            Once home, Fenrir looked around the house. Everything was already set, he knew that. His plans were different. First, he took a quick shower and then got dressed in new clothes. Hermione had her bag at the hospital, so she was set. He took a deep breath. He hadn’t seen his in-laws since they’d been married. They didn’t like him. But he wanted his wife to be happy. He looked at the picture of his son the nurse had given him. Hopefully it was enough of a weapon. He Disapparated.

            Outside her parents’ home, Fenrir took a deep breath. He was nervous. He knocked on the door and her mother appeared, “Fenrir? Did something happen to Hermione?” Fear was evident on her face.

            “No, no. Hermione’s fine. Great, in fact. She…well I’m sure she didn’t tell you, but she was pregnant. She had our son yesterday. I just thought you might want a picture of your grandson,” he handed her the picture of the wiggling baby, his yellow eyes open as he stared at the camera. “I just wanted you to have that. I’ll go now.”

            “Fenrir, wait,” Jean said. Fenrir turned back around, “How is she?”

            “Well she was tired yesterday, so she spent most of the day sleeping. She went into labor the night before last at around 10pm but didn’t deliver him until 11am yesterday,” he smiled, “I was so worried when I got back and she was gone that I would have missed the delivery because I had transformed. But I got to see him be born. He’s so adorable.”

            “They’re both healthy?” Fenrir nodded. “What’s his name?”

            “Aeson Skoll Greyback,” he smiled. “And he’s quite active, eats alot…very healthy. And he was an average size,” he added. Fenrir looked at his watch that Hermione had bought him for his birthday, “I need to go soon. She’s expecting me at the hospital. I…” Fenrir looked Jean Granger in the eye, “Hermione doesn’t know I came here. I just…I thought you might want to see your grandson. Her friends haven’t had anything to do with her since we got married either, and…well, I want her to be happy. You’re her family, and consequently mine. I love your daughter, Mrs. Granger. And I want my son to know his grandparents,” he smiled sadly, “I have to go now. Hermione will not be happy if I’m late.”

            “C-can I go with you? My husband had to go into the office, but I’m free. I’d love to see my grandson. And I miss Hermione.”

            “I can take you,” he nodded, stepping into the house with her.

            “Will a Muggle camera work in a magical hospital?”

            “No, but I grabbed our wizard camera,” Fenrir showed it to her, “You can take pictures with that. You can make the pictures still or let them move. I bought it for her for our anniversary. If you’re ready we can go right now.”

            “I am ready,” Jean nodded. “Let’s go then.” They Disapparated. When they arrived Fenrir led her up to Hermione’s room.



            He knocked on the door, “Hermione?”

            “I’m decent Fen. Come in.”

            “I have a surprise,” he opened the door, blocking her mother from view, “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” she smiled at him before returning her attention to Aeson, “what’s the surprise?”

            Fenrir moved aside to let her mother enter the room, “Oh Hermione…he’s beautiful.”

            Hermione looked up to see her mother walking toward her, “Mom?”

            “Fenrir came to tell me about your son…he’s so precious. Can I hold him?”

            “Of-of course,” Hermione relinquished her son to his grandmother.

            “Such a big boy,” she moved to the window, giving Hermione and Fenrir a little privacy.

            “Are you mad?” He asked.

            “Surprised. Why…”

            “She’s family, Hermione. My parents are dead and I had no siblings. Your parents are the only other family Aeson will have. And I wanted her to at least have a picture of him.” Hermione leaned over and kissed him, “So you’re not mad?”

            “Of course not, my love; thank you for this,” she kissed him again. “You are so wonderful. Every time I think you’re amazing, you go do something even more incredible.”

            “Fenrir, could you take a picture of my grandson and me?”

            “Certainly,” Fenrir pulled out the camera. Jean sat down in the rocking chair and he took a few pictures. “Once we develop them we’ll get them to you.”

            The nurse entered the room, “Sorry to intrude, but we need to get his measurements again and just do another physical. Then you two should be good to go.”

            “Sounds good,” Fenrir took their son, “may I go with you?”

            “Of course,” the nurse led them out of the room, leaving Hermione & Jean alone.



            “I owe Fenrir for coming to tell me about your baby. He’s beautiful, Hermione.”

            “Thanks Mom,” she smiled. “I-I know you don’t like Fenrir, but he’s not as hard as he looks.”

            “I know that. He was so nervous, coming to see me. And just to give me the picture of your son. I couldn’t believe you didn’t tell me you were pregnant. But Fenrir just smiled every time he talked about you or your son. He was so happy. I’m sorry I cut you out of my life. That was wrong to do.”

            “Where’s Daddy?”

            “He had to go into the office today. Maybe we can come by your house once you’re settled?”

            “We’d like that. You should like Fen, you know. He’s going to be a stay-at-home dad. It’s still hard for werewolves to get work, so we talked about it and agreed that he’d be better suited to stay at home with our kids while I work.”

            Jean smiled. That had been her biggest fear. The wizarding world seemed so sexist. She thought Fenrir, large and intimidating that he was, might try to make Hermione fit that mold. She was glad to see that she was wrong. “That’s a surprising twist,” she smiled. “I love you, my little girl. You will be a wonderful mother,” she hugged her, “please, let me into your life.”

            “Of course I will!” Hermione hugged her mother tightly, “I’ll have so many questions. And I’d like to be able to go out with Fenrir on dates every now and then.”

            “I’ll babysit whenever the two of you want,” she promised. “Do you two have everything you need?”

            “We do. Well, except for a stuffed animal for Aeson. We weren’t sure what to buy, and alot of the magical toys are…well, magical.”

            “I’ll take care of that. Fenrir can take me home and I’ll go to the store, buy something for him.”

            “You don’t…”

            “Yes I do,” Jean said. “And your father and I will put some money aside for his schooling. We want to be a part of your lives, Hermione. I know he’ll feel as I do.” Hermione smiled and hugged her mother.

            “I presume all is happy then?” Fenrir came back in, Aeson in his arms.

            “We are,” Hermione smiled. “We can’t Apparate with him, can we?”

            “It’s not safe,” Fenrir said. “We can take a port key, but I don’t feel comfortable with that. So I guess that leaves the Floo or taxi.”

            “Since we live in a forest, I think the answer is Floo,” Hermione said.

            “Do you want me to take Aeson or do you want to?”

            “You. I’m afraid I might accidentally let go,” she said.

            “You wouldn’t,” he said, leaning down to kiss her, “but I will take him with, if you like.”

            “Thank you. But first, my mom needs you to take her home. She wants to go shopping.”

            “Certainly,” he handed their son over, “they are going to come examine you, and once you clear we’ll be able to go home.”

            “That sounds good,” she grinned. “I’ll see you soon.”

            “I’ll come back here after I take your mom home,” he promised, kissing her once more before turning to Jean who smiled and hugged her daughter before following him out of the room.

            Fenrir returned to see the nurse exiting the room, “All good?”

            “You are all set,” she smiled. “Good luck, and congratulations.”

            “Thank you,” he grinned, entering the room to see a fully dressed Hermione who was changing a struggling Aeson’s diaper. “Having fun?”

            “After his diaper change I’m letting you dress him,” she looked up at him, “Mom got back okay?”

            “She’s fine. Very excited about being a grandma.”

            “Thank you for bringing her here.”

            “You’re welcome, my love. Here, I’ll put his clothes on.” Fenrir picked up the little onesie and slid their son into it, struggling only slightly. “Are you ready?”

            “I am,” she nodded, leaning over to kiss him again, “are you, Daddy?”

            “Quite,” he smirked. He picked up her bag and she took Aeson. They headed down the hall to the fireplace exit.

            Once home, Hermione put her bag in their bedroom while Fenrir put Aeson in his crib in his own room. Aeson appeared to be a perfect combination of his parents. He smiled as the wiggling slowed as the baby fell asleep. Fenrir snuck out of the room just in time for Hermione to cast a spell that would let sound out but not into the room. She leaned up and kissed her husband, “Let’s go into the living room.”

            “Yes ma’am,” he mumbled, leaning down to kiss her lustfully.

            “Fen,” she pulled away and they went to the living room, where she pushed him onto the couch and kissed him passionately. “I miss you,” she said, deepening the kiss.

            “I’ve missed you too,” he responded, pushing her down onto the couch, “you know we can’t…”

            “I do,” she sighed, “but we could do oral. I asked the nurse and she said that that would be okay.”

            “Well in that case,” his yellow eyes darkened with lust as he removed her shirt, moving to suck on her breasts. She groaned in pleasure and arched her back, pushing her breasts closer to him.

            Hermione loved her husband. He was a wonderful man, and a fantastic lover. She looked down at him. He seemed to really be enjoying himself. “Fen? Take your shirt off. I want to see your chest.”

            “Yes dear,” he mumbled. He sat up and pulled his shirt off, then removed his pants. He pulled hers off, “I like what I see.” She just smiled up at him and he moved down to lick her. Hermione groaned in pleasure.

            After Fenrir had brought her to orgasm she pushed him onto his back and took him in her mouth, moaning around his cock. Halfway through the blowjob Aeson began to cry. Fenrir groaned in frustration. Hermione gave him a sad smile. She got up and put his shirt on before going to check on their son. Fenrir lay on the sofa, erection still there. “He’s hungry Fen,” she said, walking to the kitchen with Aeson to take out the formula Fenrir had prepared for her and casting the warming spell on it. Fenrir put his pants on and got up off of the sofa, “I’ll take care of you later, I promise,” she smiled at him.

            “Next time I go first,” he muttered. She laughed. “Sure, it’s funny for you. I’m still hard as a rock.” Hermione fed their son, turning to give him a sympathetic eye.

            “After he’s down I’ll take care of it, my love.”

            “I guess that’s some relief,” he said, sitting on the sofa and trying to ignore the pain that was in his crotch at the moment.

            “Fen,” she looked over at him, “you knew it’d be different after he was born.”

            “I did. But my penis never got the memo,” he smirked.

            “Please inform him that he has to wait.”

            “Yes dear,” he sighed.

            Aeson ate, then burped and pooped. Hermione changed his diaper and went into his bedroom to rock him to sleep. Once the baby was asleep, Hermione cast the soundproofing charm again before leaving the room and going to see her husband. “Did it go down yet?”

            “No,” he grumbled.

            Hermione reached over the back of the sofa and stroked him through his pants, “Would you like some assistance?”

            “Very much,” he nodded, turning his head to kiss her. Hermione moved around the sofa and unzipped his pants, sliding them and his underwear down. She smiled up at him and lowered her head, sucking his cock into her mouth. Fenrir groaned. His wife was so good at this. It wouldn’t keep him happy for the next 5 weeks and 6 days, but it would work for now. It didn’t take him long to cum. He’d been nearly there in the first place. He moaned, “Hermione…I’m gonna…”

            “Do it,” she said, going all the way down on him. He came with a deep growl and she moaned around his cock, sucking him gently. “Fenrir?”

            “Hmm?”

            “I love you,” she smiled.

            “I love you too,” Fenrir grinned and picked her up, holding onto her. “I don’t think I can ever tell you or show you how much you mean to me.”

            “The feeling is mutual,” she sighed into his chest. A knock on the door alerted them to the presence of company. They straightened up and Fenrir got up to open the door. Hermione stood, stunned, at who was at the door.

            “Hello Hermione,” Harry Potter said, standing in the doorway.

            “H-H-Harry,” she sat down on the couch, shock evident on her face.

            Fenrir stood at the door, suddenly uncomfortable. “Hermione…I sent him the picture of Aeson. I…if you want to be upset with anyone, it’s me. Blame me.”

            Hermione sat, still shocked. Fenrir moved to her, “I didn’t know he’d come today. Just like I didn’t know that your mother would want to come see you right away.”

            She let him take her hand, “I love you,” she said, looking up at him, “I can’t blame you for trying to make me happy.” He smiled and kissed her. “Why are you here Harry?”

            “I…I’ve been an ass,” Harry blushed, walking in and closing the door behind him. “I’m sorry I haven’t been more accepting of your marriage. I guess…I just didn’t understand why Fenrir.”

            “But you do now?”

            “In more ways than you’ll know,” he said, sitting down. “Hermione…I’m gay.”

            She smiled and took his hand, “That’s okay Harry.”

            “Well, not for some. Ron…is pissed. And Ginny won’t even speak to me. I…I didn’t mean to lead her on, but it’s not like we’re married. And I didn’t know when we were in school yet. I just figured it out…I guess right after you got married. Ginny started hinting that we should get married and…I thought about the look in Fenrir’s eyes when he looked at you. I had never felt like looking in Ginny’s eyes like that. Then…I met someone.”

            “Who? A classmate of ours?”

            “Draco Malfoy,” Harry muttered. Fenrir laughed. Harry looked up in shock.

            “Sorry,” Fenrir stopped, “it’s just that…well, Malfoy senior was so obsessed with women. And he was quite homophobic.”

            “Yeah Draco got disowned,” Harry nodded. “We’re living together right now to make ends meet.”

            “Being a hero sure has become lonely for you,” Hermione smiled sadly.

            “How’s it been for you?”

            “Fenrir has some money stored away that we used to buy this house. And now that we’ll use to expand it. I need a library for my research. And once I get my mastery, I’ll need a laboratory. I’d like to do work here, if possible.”

            “We have enough money for that,” Fenrir nodded, “and still some extra for us and our kids,” he kissed her sweetly.

            “I wanted to be an Auror, but…I can’t make any money to live doing it.”

            “What does Draco do?”

            “He goes job to job. Right now he’s a bartender in a gay bar. But he…he’s so mad at his father. It’s hard for him to keep any job for very long.”

            Fenrir smirked. “Does Lucius know that if his son is with Harry Potter that that would make the Malfoy family look better?”

            “No,” Harry shook his head. “Lucius is still locked up. Narcissa disowned Draco. I think that hurt him more. He was always closer with his mother.”

            “I could explain the politics of the world if you like; make her feel like I’m doing the same with Hermione.”

            “But it isn’t like that Fen. You weren’t on their side,” she looked up at him, a frown on her face.

            “She doesn’t think like that, Hermione,” he said. “We both know where my heart is. But Narcissa thinks that I was on her side.”

            “No thanks anyway, Fenrir. We want her to come around with honesty, not more lies,” Harry looked up. “Can I get a glass of water?”

            “Of course,” Hermione stood and went to get it.

            “So how’s parenthood?”

            “It has its ups and downs,” she smiled, “he already has excellent timing. He woke up and started making noise while I was in the middle of giving Fen a blowjob.”

            “It was quite frustrating.” Harry just laughed.

            “You and Draco should come over for dinner sometime. We can’t go anywhere right now, but you two should come here.”

            “Do you want to see him?” Fenrir asked.

            “Can I?”

            “Sure,” Hermione stood, but Fenrir got up first, “I can…”

            “Sit, my dear. I’ll get him.” Hermione leaned up and kissed him, “I love you.”

            She smiled, “I love you too.”

            Harry thought Aeson was adorable. He had his parents’ best features, for sure. “You should stay for dinner,” Hermione said.

            Fenrir heard the phone ring and got up to answer it. After a short conversation he returned to the living room. “Your mother says that your father is home now and she has gifts for us.”

            Hermione sighed, “Go get them for me?”

            “Certainly, my love. I trust you’re safe here without me?”

            “Harry’s here,” she smiled, leaning over to kiss him, “see you soon.” Fenrir Disapparated.

            He returned 5 minutes later with her parents and some packages. He sat the packages down while hellos were said before taking his son from Harry. Aeson cooed and reached up toward his face. He smiled and sat down with the boy in the oversized chair. He let his attentions be distracted from Hermione’s reunion with her parents in favor of his son. Aeson started to whine and Fenrir stood, taking him into the kitchen and getting a bottle out.

            Hermione sat down on the couch with her parents and opened up the packages. A stuffed bear was in the first one. She smiled and set it aside. “Thank you,” she said.

            “In this package are some clothes for him, and diapers,” her mother said. “And in this one is something for you,” she pointed at the last package, “that one is for Fenrir.”

            “Mom you didn’t have to do all this…”

            “Yes we did,” she said. “We have not handled our little girl getting married very well. And we need to make up for it.”

            Hermione smiled and hugged her parents, “Thank you.”

            “You’re welcome,” her mother said. Hermione looked behind the couch toward Fenrir, who was feeding Aeson.

            “Is he drinking?”

            “Yes,” Fenrir nodded, “Hermione, don’t start worrying now. I can take care of my own child.”

            “I know you can,” she got up and moved to him, “but I can’t help…”

            He leaned down and kissed her, preventing her from continuing. He pulled away, “You can burp him when I finish,” he smiled.

            “I love you,” she whispered, kissing his cheek.

            “I know,” he smiled, pulling away to finish feeding their son, “I helped make him, I can help care for him.”

            She returned to her parents and Harry, “Harry, go invite Draco to dinner with us. We’d love to have you here together.”

            Harry smiled and nodded, walking to the front door and Disapparating. Fenrir placed the now empty bottle on the counter and walked over to Hermione, “Trade?”

            “Thank you,” she took him and placed him over her shoulder to burp him. Fenrir sat down on the sofa and Mrs. Granger handed him the package intended for him.

            “You didn’t have to do this.”

            “Yes we did, Fenrir.”

            He opened it to reveal a large blanket. He smirked as Mr. Granger explained, “Hermione told us about how you sleep on the couch after you’ve transformed and how you two couldn’t find a blanket large enough and warm enough to cover you. So we found one for you.”

            “Thank you,” he said. He looked over at Hermione, “Now we don’t have to move to the bedroom. We can cuddle on the couch.”

            “That’ll be a nice change. That other blanket is terrible.” Aeson burped and Hermione cradled him in her arms, “Do you want to hold him Mom?”

            “If you don’t mind,” she took her grandson and sat down while Hermione looked at Fenrir, who stood up and moved to her.

            Hermione kissed him, then leaned up, “Should I start dinner?”

            “You cook? Since when do you cook?”

            “Fine, do you want to start dinner?”

            “Certainly,” he smirked, leaning down to kiss her, “Aren’t you glad I killed that buck now?”

            “Thrilled, since we don’t have much money,” she whispered, making sure her parents didn’t hear. He leaned down and kissed her again, deeper this time.

            Fenrir pulled away and moved to the kitchen, “Hope you like venison.”

            “You hunt?”

            “When I’m a wolf,” he smirked, his fangs showing. Fenrir opened up the fridge, taking out some venison steaks. Hermione smiled at him, watching him begin to cook.

            “Fenrir cooks?” Her mother asked.

            “He does,” she nodded, “and he cleans the house.”

            “Impressive.”

            “And a huge turn-on,” Hermione watched as Fenrir bent down to open a cabinet and pull out a skillet, “he’s so sexy. These six weeks without sex are going to be torture.”

            Harry and Draco arrived just in time for dinner. Hermione set the table with help from her father, then took Aeson and placed him in his crib, casting spells on the room.

            “Nervous about your first night as parents?”

            “I’m not,” Fenrir said, pulling out Hermione’s chair for her. She sat down, leaning up to kiss him as he slid her chair in before sitting next to her.

            “This is just our first night alone with him. But we’ll be fine,” Hermione said, taking Fenrir’s hand after he sat down. He smiled at her. They all ate dinner together, Fenrir getting some praise from Hermione’s mother for cooking.

            As the end of dinner approached, Aeson began crying. Fenrir, finished with his food, got up and went to get him. Hermione engaged in small talk with her family and Harry. When Fenrir was gone for some time, Hermione went to check on him. She peeked into Aeson’s room to see Fenrir sitting in the rocking chair, speaking softly to their son. She smiled and exited out of the room to return to the living room, “Fenrir’s rocking Aeson right now.”

            “We should go,” her parents said, standing up. “You two should enjoy the time you have with him. They grow up so fast.”

            Hermione smiled, “I can take you home.”

            “We can,” Harry volunteered. “I’ve been to your house before, Hermione. We’ll take them home. That way you can stay here.”

            “Thank you,” she smiled. “We hope you enjoyed yourselves.”

            Harry hugged her, “We did. Thanks for forgiving me, Hermione.”

            “That’s what friends do, Harry.”

            He nodded. Draco shook her hand and her parents hugged her, “Make sure you let us know how you’re all doing, Hermione.”

            “We will, Mom,” she walked them all to the front door and watched them Disapparate. Hermione shut the door and locked it, then warded it. With a wave of her wand the dishes were clean. She put them away and picked up the things her parents had bought them. Taking the things for Aeson, she carried them into his room. Fenrir was just laying him down again. Hermione set them down quietly as Fenrir turned around; he smiled at her and they exited the room, Hermione renewing the wards on his room. They returned to the living room, Fenrir sitting on the couch and pulling Hermione onto his lap.

            “That went pretty well.”

            “You were so sexy in there,” she ran her hands down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. “You cooking always turns me on,” she pushed it off of his shoulders. “Why must you be so sexy?”

            “Can’t help it,” he pulled her shirt off, his hands moving over her body. “You feel so good Hermione.”

            “You like what you see?”

            “I always do,” he leaned forward and kissed her. Hermione moaned into his mouth, her hands moving over his shoulders. “We should stop.”

            “I don’t want to though,” she pouted. Fenrir sighed and she nodded, “You’re right. We’ll break the rules. And that would be bad.”

            “I don’t want to hurt you, my love,” he whispered.

            “You never will, Fen. You love me too much for that. Let’s go to bed now,” she got up, pulling him up with her, “We can take care of the mess tomorrow, love.”

            “Sounds good. I wanna sleep in our own bed,” he picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom.

            “Fen?”

            “Hmm?”

            “Does our financial situation ever scare you?”

            “Yes. But once you finish your apprenticeship we’ll be on our way.”

            “I guess that’s true.”

            “And my family’s money is…”

            “Fen…is there something you never told me?”

            “What?”

            “You told me you had money, and you really do, I know that. But I’ve never even seen the vault.”

            “The money isn’t in a vault.”

            “Where is it?”

            “A castle.”

            “Your family has a castle?”

            “Guarded by dragons, yes,” Fenrir nodded.

            “Where?”

            “The Black Forest,” he answered. “I didn’t think you’d want to move to Germany. And you said you wanted to make it all on our own.”

            “But if we have a chance to live somewhere where we’d be safe, we should take it.” She sat up in the bed, turning to look at him, “It would be so much easier, Fenrir.”

            “If you want to live there, I’m okay with that.”

            “I want to know how much money you were left by your family.”

            “I could take you there now,” he offered.

            “But Aeson is down for the night,” she looked down at him.

            Fenrir snapped his fingers and a house elf appeared, “You is finally calling Nanny, master?” It squeaked at him, tapping its foot on the floor and frowning at him. Hermione stared.

            “Our son Aeson is in the next room. He’s asleep now. Just watch over him, care for him if necessary.”

            “Of course,” it bowed and walked out of the room.

            Fenrir looked over at Hermione, “Well?”

            “I guess I’m ready. I just need to get dressed.” The couple got dressed quickly and Fenrir pulled her into his arms. They Disapparated.

            They arrived in front of a large, imposing looking castle. Hermione turned and looked up at him, “This is yours?”

            “Yes,” he nodded. The front gates opened and they walked in, the gates closing behind them. He opened the front doors to reveal an ornate and immaculate entryway.

            “Fen, this place is massive.”

            “I know,” he said, watching her walk around.

            “Why didn’t you say something sooner about this?”

            “I…I wasn’t sure,” he sighed, “I love you, Hermione. And my family…this money was not gained by good means. I’m sorry, I should have told you after we got married.”

            “Did you think I’d care that you have so much money?”

            “Hermione, I’m seventeen years older than you, and I’m unattractive. I’m a large, imposing, cruel man. I didn’t think you really wanted me at first.”

            “You thought your wealth was all you had going for you,” she said. He simply nodded. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, “I can understand that you would be afraid of that. And I understand why you would keep it quiet. But you don’t still think that, do you?”

            “No,” he shook his head, “I know you love me. And I love you,” he leaned in and kissed her. “So you might want to see my money. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it, Hermione. But the way you talked about just the two of us, creating a life together…it sounded really good to me. No one’s…no one has ever been with me like you have. I was just so wrapped up in you that…it slipped my mind.”

            “Until now?”

            “When you got pregnant, it started to cross my mind again. But we couldn’t move when you were so pregnant. I didn’t want to stress you out. So I would just come here and take some money for groceries or small gifts for you. I just wanted to make you happy.”

            “Do I get the grand tour?” She smiled up at him. He nodded, taking her hand and leading her around the main floor. He took her upstairs next. They went floor by floor. The castle was massive, but they made short work of the tour. Then he took her down to the dungeons. Toward the back there was a large wooden door. Fenrir opened it up and, blocking the doorway, beckoned her to him. Hermione joined him to see a large mountain, at least two rooms high and three rooms wide, of gold. “Fen….”

            “There’s alot, I know.”

            “This is amazing,” she looked around it, moving toward the pile, “Fen, we would never have to worry about money ever again with this.”

            “Neither would Aeson,” he nodded.

            She turned toward him, “Is there a reason we can’t stay here?”

            He shook his head, “If you want to, we can.”

            “Do you want to?”

            “I just want to be with you,” he held her; “I have no hard feelings about this place. I like it here.”

            “So we can stay here?”

            “Of course,” he nodded. “And we can even have a nanny elf.”

            “We should go home,” she said, leaning up to kiss him.

            “Ready when you are,” he answered.

            --------------------

            Hermione looked around their small cottage. She was glad to leave, but she and Fenrir had many happy memories of times they’d spent there. He snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, “Ready?”

            “I think now I understand why you liked living here.”

            “Why’s that?”

            “I was just thinking about all the things we did here. Our wedding night, our mornings after you’ve turned…We’ve had alot of good times here, Fen.”

            “We have,” he leaned in and kissed her neck, “We’ll have more good times, Hermione. It won’t end just because we’ve moved.”

            “I know,” she turned and kissed him, “It’s been two weeks, and I’m really horny now Fen. I want you.”

            “Four more, my love.”

            “Too many,” she responded. She reached between them and stroked him, “You want it too, don’t you,” she said.

            “Hermione…”

            “Please?”

            He pulled away, “We can’t. I could hurt you if we do.”

            Hermione sighed and dug her hands into his shirt. “Can’t we at least have oral sex?”

            “I thought you wanted to wait.”

            “I can’t anymore,” she frowned. “We used to have sex often, Fen. This is killing me.”

            “When we get to the castle we’ll go upstairs to the bedroom and stay there however long you want.”

            “Sounds good,” she smiled up at him, kissing him sweetly. “I love you.”

            “Let’s go,” he looked at Nanny, who had a hold of Aeson, “You can transport him safely?”

            “Yes sirs,” she nodded. “I is ready.”

            “We shall see you there then,” he pulled Hermione into his arms and they Disapparated. With a loud crack Nanny disappeared as well.

            They arrived in the entryway of the castle, and Nanny arrived with Aeson right after. “I takes the baby up to his room,” she announced, walking toward the stairs. Fenrir swung Hermione over his shoulder and they climbed the stairs quickly. He pushed her into the bed and whispered the spell to undress them leaping onto the bed and kissing her passionately. His hands moved low, finding that she was already wet. He grinned and slid inside of her with one finger. She bucked against him and whimpered, “Fen, unless you intend to use your cock in there, please don’t.”

            “Yes ma’am,” he lowered his head and used his tongue on her, bringing her to a rapid orgasm. After she came he moved up and kissed her, “Want more?”

            “I don’t know,” she said, panting. “I don’t know if I can take it.”

            “Maybe you should go to the doctor. You had our son fast; maybe you’ve healed faster than they foresaw and so you’re ready for sex.” Fenrir turned on his side and held her, “I would be thrilled to know that you’re able to have sex again. I’m going crazy without you.”

            She leaned her head against his chest, “I am too. We’re missing a major part of our relationship. And I miss it. I miss you. Not just for the pleasure of the sex. But for the other stuff.”

            “I know, Hermione,” he squeezed tightly. “The day is still young.”

            She looked up at him, “I’m ahead of you. I scheduled an appointment last week. I leave in an hour.”

            He smiled at her, “You know I did go down on you.”

            “My turn,” she nodded, pushing him onto his back and moving down to suck on his cock.

            Hermione Apparated to St. Mungo’s. Her nurse was surprisingly the same one, “Mrs. Greyback,” she smiled at Hermione, “how goes parenthood?”

            “We’re doing well,” she said, smiling. “He’s doing very well, and we’re okay too.”

            “Glad to hear it. How can we help you?”

            “Well since Aeson is a werewolf, like his father, I didn’t have to be pregnant as long. My body feels much improved now; I feel as good as I did before I was pregnant.”

            “We can do an examination,” the nurse said. Hermione stripped down and slid into the robe they gave her as a medi-wizard came in to check her out.

            Fenrir spent the time Hermione was gone with their son. They lay on the rug in the parlor in front of the fireplace. Since his son was just lying on the rug in his diaper, Fenrir had removed his shirt and pants as well, the rug was soft and the fire was warm. Fenrir amused his son with a few specific charms, smiling at the giggles and laughs coming from the boy. Hermione entered to see father and son snoozing on the rug. Aeson was on the rug, with Fenrir in his boxer briefs on his side next to the boy, his body acting as a defense between Aeson and the fire. She smiled and walked over slowly to keep Aeson from waking. She kissed her husband’s forehead, “Fen?”

            He opened his eyes to see Hermione leaning over him. “Hermione…”

            “I’ll summon Nanny to watch him while we talk.”

            “Very well,” he nodded, sitting up, careful not to disturb their son.

            Nanny appeared and watched over Aeson while Hermione took Fenrir out of the room. “Fen, I love you.”

            “I love you too. Is something wrong?”

            She shook her head, “Fen, they ran a few tests because they couldn’t believe it.”

            “Believe what?” She could see the worry in his face.

            “How quickly I’ve healed,” she said, caressing his chest, “I’m all healed, Fen. They said looking at me they could only say that I’ve had a baby, not that it was so recent. Apparently having a werewolf baby is very, very advantageous,” she leaned up and kissed him passionately.

            “So we can have sex?”

            “Yes,” she answered, kissing him passionately. Fenrir growled and picked her up, carrying her upstairs to their bedroom.

            He threw her onto the bed and leaped on her, taking her passionately. Hermione moaned into his mouth as he slid into her. She’d missed this. The sex was amazing. But the sex wasn’t the only thing that she’d missed. It was being close to Fenrir, feeling his body pressed against hers, his heart beating as rapidly as her own, her hands on his body with his on hers. It was about intimacy, not just sex; although she’d missed that greatly. He came quickly, and she did too. He collapsed on top of her and she ran her hands down his back. “Did I mention that I love you?”

            “I love you too,” he smiled.

            “When we have sex, I just feel so connected with you. Like we’re the only two people in the world.”

            “I feel that way too,” he nodded, caressing her hip, “I am so glad we can return to our sex life.”

            “Me too,” she sighed, cuddling against him.

            “When does your apprenticeship resume?”

            “Since we just moved, he’s giving me another few days. I return on Thursday.”

            “Every day?”

            “Yes,” she answered, watching his reaction. “But I don’t have much longer. Soon I’ll be able to take the test for my mastership.”

            “That’ll be nice,” he sighed, resting his head on the pillow. “One more round before we go check on our son?”

            “Sounds good to me,” she grinned. She straddled him and kissed him, stroking him.

            After another passionate lovemaking session, the couple showered and went to spend time with their son. Hermione savored these moments. She would miss them when she returned to her apprenticeship. The most serious part of her apprenticeship was coming up. She did not want to be apart from her husband and son, though. Her master had agreed to let her travel between her home and his home for the next six months. Fenrir was glad; he didn’t want her to miss out on Aeson’s major growth periods. He knew she’d never forgive herself.

            Thursday morning Hermione woke wrapped in her husband’s tight embrace, “Fen, my love, I have to get up.”

            “Mmkay,” he released his hold and she escaped to the bathroom. She watched him snuggle against the blankets. He looked like he was still asleep. She shut the door and took a shower, then came out in her robe and got dressed. Once she was dressed, Hermione walked over to the bed and kissed him, “I love you,” she whispered. She went to check on Aeson, whose nursery was right next door. She kissed her son goodbye and told Nanny the elf to take good care of her son. The elf nodded and Hermione walked downstairs to eat a quick breakfast.

            When Fenrir finally woke she was long gone. He sighed. He liked her being there with him. Fenrir went to check on Aeson, who was being fed by Nanny, “I’m going to take a shower. Then I’ll take him downstairs with me.”

            “Yes sirs,” the elf said. Fenrir smiled and headed for the bathroom; he’d never expected things to happen this way. He felt quite content with his life now. Not a bad turn of events- wife, child, and her family and friends were finally coming around to embrace their relationship. Not to mention that Hermione looked very happy lately. Voldemort's death had been very fortuitous for the couple.
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Epilogue to the Deathly Hallows