Epilogue
Seven years later
New Year's Eve
“Theo, we’re going to be late for the party,” Hermione moaned, while he pulled her flushed to his chest, a strong arm around her waist, while his hand cupped the nape of her neck.
“No one will be surprised, Granger, we’re always late. They’re betting on how late we’ll be, and I’m sure Ginny’s going to win for the fourth year in a row,” he murmured, lips running down her exposed throat. She gasped when he reached the curve of her breasts and his hand dipped down her back, squeezing through the silky fabric of her long dress.
“Smirne is right next door, Theo, she’ll hear us,” she faintly protested, her own hands running up the hard planes of his chest, past the open collar of his black shirt and into his dark locks.
“The one-sided Silencing Charm is always in place, love, and you made sure of that. We can hear her, she can’t hear us,” he reassured her, pushing down the thin strap of her dress and licking her hard nipple without hesitation. Hermione cried in pure pleasure, arching her back to push harder into his ravenous tongue.
“My parents we’ll be here any minute to pick her up, Theo,” she said, one of her hand dipping into the shirt and down his toned back. His muscles jumped at the gentle grazing of her nails and he groaned on her chest, grabbing her thighs and picking her up.
“She’s ready, in her cute little dress, Mrs Goldie Locks and favorite book packed in her bag. Please, stop trying to find excuses to prevent me to fuck you thoroughly, Granger,” he growled, pushing her back to the wall, her dress riled high up her body. He pinned her with his strong frame, one arm keeping her close to him, the other sneaking to her core and finding it bare and dripping wet. His growl deepened.
“Merlin, wife, is this really what you were planning to wear tonight?” he whispered in her ear, pushing a finger inside her.
Hermione gasped. “No, this was only for you.”
She felt his lips lift in a smirk. “Naughty girl. So this was all carefully staged, uh? Because you know, very well, what happens when I see you in emerald green, don’t you?”
His voice was low and warm, honey trickling down her spine with extremely pleasant shivers. His fingers buried in her slick core, his thumb circling over her nerve bud, she was so close to her undoing, she wasn’t able to form any coherent sentences. And he knew it.
“Yes, Granger, just like that. Come for me. Good girl,” he murmured, lightly biting the spot under her ear that made her always cave in. Hermione gasped and her walls tightened around his fingers before releasing with a sharp pull deep inside her.
“Theo!” She cried, her head softly hitting the wall while she rode her orgasm. He swiftly replaced his hand with his hard length, pushing up into her with a single thrust. With a strangled sound, she stilled, holding her breath, but when he moved out and pushed in again, her pleasure wavered and mounted higher, a second wave hitting her harder than the first.
“Oh, God!” she let out, accompanying his punishing rhythm, clawing at his shoulder for support, because she felt like she would collapse any minute.
The front door rang downstairs and excited little feet ran down the corridor, past their bedroom door.
“Nana, PopPop!” a small, shrill voice shouted, running furiously down the steps.
“For fuck sake!” Hermione gasped, her eyes snapping open in panic.
“She can’t open the door, I warded it. I’m close, Granger, stay with me here,” he breathed, then captured her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. Hermione moaned harder, her core tingling one more. She pushed her nails into his hard biceps, her ears muffled.
“Harder, Theo!” she groaned, and he complied, thrusting into her like it was his only purpose in life and when she hissed and moaned at the delicious fullness, he groaned into her chest and jumped the cliff, filling her whole with each thrust. When the high subsided, their chests rising and falling in tandem, he gently slid out and cleaned her with a flick of wandless magic, then set her down on the floor, holding her to him to steady her trembling legs.
The doorbell rang again and Smirne’s wails echoed up.
“Mummy! Daddy! The door is stuck again!”
They looked at each other and started laughing. Theo ran a hand through his hair, while she buttoned his shirt.
“How do I look?” he asked, adjusting his belt and looking up through his lashes. Gods, he was so handsome her breath caught. His jaw was sharper than a blade and his cheekbones had lost that boyish softness from their Hogwarts years. There was the hint of a crinkle at the corner of his eyes and his dimple had made an almost permanent indent at the corner of his sinful mouth. A few prematurely white strands hid in his dark curls, just on the left side of his forehead, making him look even more attractive, if it was somehow possible. His ocean eyes, though, were the same as always, a storm of blue, blazing with awe and determination.
“Perfect,” she whispered, pushing on her toes to leave a feathery kiss on his lips. Her head was spinning with joy, all the memories of the past years spent together swirling around her mind. And she felt so lucky sometimes it made her stomach tighten with dread that someone could come and steal it away.
She was making a difference in the Law Enforcement office, her promotion to Lead Member of the Creatures Department would be finalized in a couple of months. And her husband was the sexiest Unspeakable of the entire Ministry. Every witch and a considerable amount of wizards turned their heads when he walked in and out of her office, and she was sure it wasn’t because of the very explicit noises they made, because she had specialized in the strongest Silencing Charm possible. Theo radiated confidence and elegance in such and effortless way, his presence simply drew people’s attention. And he was the youngest Unspeakable ever to be assigned management of an entire sector of the Department of Mysteries.
Her parents had regained their memories, after a long and careful treatment, thanks to Healer Mendlings. The journey to rebuild their relationship had been painful at times, but Hermione had trudged on, day after day, with Theo at her side, and the full support of her friends, until she finally had the family she’d always dreamt about.
And then Smirne had arrived, like a flurry of warm wind in a hot summer day. The pregnancy had been a challenge of its own, keeping her mostly in bed for the final trimester, the threat of a miscarriage looming over her strained body and mind like a curse. Theo had kept her alive, with enough strength for the both of them, taking care of her almost to his own breaking point. The smile on his face when he’d held Smirne in his arms for the first time had pushed away all the pain Hermione had endured to bring her into the world.
“Daddy!” Smirne cried, her voice somewhat closer, as if she had run up the stairs again and was about to throw down their bedroom door.
Theo chuckled. “I’ve got it, get ready while I do the handover,” he said, giving her a knowing look, while he went into the corridor.
“Hey, princess! What’s going on?” she heard him say, his gentle voice full of love caressing her soul. Hermione tiptoed to the door and peaked through. Theo had hauled their little daughter into his arms and was pushing her dark waves away from her forehead. Smirne gestured down the stairs with her plump little hand, a cute frown on her freckled face.
“The door, daddy! It won’t open! PopPop and Nana are outside, in the cold!”
Theo smiled and flicked her little button nose with affection. “I’m sure they’re wearing very warm cloaks, princess, don’t worry. Now, let’s see if daddy can fix the door, yes?”
Then he walked to the stairs, Smirne hugging his neck and snuggling against him. He must have sensed Hermione’s shining eyes on them, because he turned his head a little and winked her way, before disappearing downstairs.
Hermione sighed, her chest so full it felt like bursting.
Life couldn’t be any warmer.