EPILOGUE

30th June 2017

Hermione whistled while the two mean surrounding her clapped loudly, a couple of small fireworks going off and making everyone chuckle. It wouldn't be Roxy's parents if fireworks weren't involved on such a beautiful day. Their little girl was little no more. Graduating today top of her class, Head Girl, and Captain of the Hufflepuff Team, Hermione couldn't have been more proud if she tried. She heard George sigh a little beside her and squeezed his hand.

He looked at her quizzically so she smiled, her words spoken softly, knowing no one but the twins would hear her anyway. "Don't worry, Angie wouldn't miss this for the world. I bet there's one hell of a party going on in the afterlife right now."

He leaned down to kiss her cheek and they watched Roxy receive her diploma before the ceremony ended and they headed down from their seats to greet her. She took a while to wade through the crowd but beamed proudly at an equally beaming Hermione, throwing her arms around her shoulders.

"Finally!" Roxy squeezed her tightly.

"You did it, we are so very proud of you," Hermione caressed her beautiful thick locks that were straightened for the occasion and reached all the way to her bottom.

"Thank you, mum. For everything," she whispered in her ear.

Hermione kissed her cheek. "Hush, you are the maker of your own destiny," she replied before they were squeezed near to death in a fourway Weasley sandwich.

"Our little girl,-" cried Fred theatrically.

"-has grown so fast," wailed George along with him, making Hermione stifle hysterical laughter.

"Dad! Papa!" she bemoaned.

"Stop it you two before you scare all of your daughter's friends away," she batted them away, seeing Roxy's eyeroll at their antics. Still a moody teenager then, it was good to see the snippets of the girl she once was.

"I just need to grab my bags and we can head off?" she asked.

"Sure," Hermione nodded to her husbands to go get her trunks so they could apparate. Once alone she smiled at her daughter knowing. "Shall we let you have some more time to change for the party?" she asked, knowing well there was a special someone Roxy want to impress.

"Do you mind? It took me two months to find the dress and it took me three potions this morning in the shower to get the hair monster to behave, " she said impatiently.

"Don't worry about it. We'll send the boys ahead, they'll need to check on the venue, and we can have some girl time to get ready. And to do something about your hair," she teased, knowing Roxy loved the elaborate braids and plaits she created for her.

"Deal," she agreed before her features shifted into a mask of horror. "Oh no, mum, they're talking to Teddy. This is so embarrassing," she hurried off to stop the twins from scarring her love interest too much.

Hermione shook her head but the smile remained on her lips. Nothing could make this day more special than seeing Roxy ending this chapter of her life, and knowing what she had planned for herself and her mates later on.

…

It was a spectacular evening. Harry and Draco insisted on helping and rented a large ballroom in one of the luxurious wizarding hotels in London. Just as the yule ball Hermione could remember from her fourth year, the decorations were lavish, the food and drinks were flowing now that everyone in the room was an adult, and Hermione used her contacts to get both a classical quartet for the first part of the evening, and the Weird Sisters to make the rest of it a bit more fun. Roxy's whole graduating class was dressed to the nines and mingling, some bringing their respective partners outside of Hogwarts, others bringing their parents and guardians. It was a mixed crowd of all houses and two different generations meeting for an evening and night of fun and dancing, and it was a great success.

"You know we could start an event planning business," Hermione leaned into her best friend with a grin.

Draco wrapped an arm around her waist contentedly and they clinked their glasses companionably. "I never thought I would be here," he admitted.

"What do you mean? Married and happy?" she teased, having walked in on the two men more times than she could count on both hands.

"In a way," his smile turning melancholy. "When we were seventeen, all we cared about was surviving the war and defeating the Dark Lord. I didn't think I would have a future with my name tarnished, parents dead, and our world in need of repair. I didn't want to follow in my father's footsteps and marry a nice Slytherin girl only to do my duty, pop out an heir, and hope that we can at least tolerate each other," he spoke frankly, as he tended to do more often these days.

Hermione chalked it up to Harry's loving influence and open manner, and was glad to see her best friend opening up this way. "I'm glad that was not your future. You know you two used to make me wonder?" she teased.

"What do you mean?" he raised pale brow, a gesture that never changed and continued to intimidate people at the Ministry to both their delight

"You and Harry. I swear sometimes when you quarrelled, the air positively hummed with the tension between you two," she snickered.

Draco grinned like the cat that got the cream. "He was nothing like what he is now. I can't say it wasn't amusing and stress-relieving to argue with 'Potty', but I much prefer the man he has become," he admitted.

"I know. You've both found your equal," she turned to kiss his cheek in friendly affection.

"As have you," Draco grinned, his gaze returning to hers from across the crowd. "You know they haven't stopped watching you this whole time?" he asked nodding in their direction.

Hermione only smiled mischievously. "I know, I can feel their eyes on me. They know tonight is the night," she admitted.

Draco's smile widened. "Finally?"

Hermione nodded. "It's time. Roxy is leaving for Italy with Teddy tomorrow morning. It's time that we do this and start a new chapter as well."

Draco pulled her into a tight embrace that she returned happily, breathing in his comforting scent. "Promise you won't be gone long?" he spoke close to her ear.

"I promise. We'll need a few weeks to adjust but we'll back and the first thing we'll do is come see you," she promised and kissed his cheek.

Draco let her go and they shared one last smile before Hermione headed for the twins and her destiny. The moment she was standing before them, they all linked hands and disapparated home to start a new chapter in their lives.

…

She gasped at the burst of pleasure when Fred reached between them and toyed with the little button of nerves above the place where they were joined. Her body ever so sensitive felt every caress of his hand, every thrust, every press of his lips against the slick skin of her shoulder. It was torture, it was heaven, and she felt herself climbing toward a climax. Their eyes met and her hips rose and fell over loins, impatient to be connected in the most precious of ways.

With a nod, Fred gave his consent for the final stage in their mating and bared his neck, allowing Hermione to lean forward and sink her sharp teeth into his skin. The moment the thick blood touched her tongue, Hermione gripped his shoulder as her body tightened and muscles quivered in indescribable pleasure. They both tumbled over the edge of pleasure, magic dancing along their skin and connecting in new and unfamiliar ways.

Hermione drank and drank, feeling Fred's grip on her body loosen as he grew tired…and sleepy…. and slowly slipped into subconsciousness. Hermione licked his wound clean and cut her wrist open, the blood dripping down his throat and reviving him momentarily, his body convulsing as human death took him and his immortal life began.

She turned towards George who was lying beside them, the need to finalise her bond with her second mate now urgent. She was welcomed into his arms and their bodies were joined near immediately, the impatience in both of them….

…..

The change was slow but steady and Hermione watched over her mates for two days, bathing them and dressing their bodies in simple sleeping pants for their comfort once they woke. Her own awakening into immortality was messy and itchy, and she hoped to bring her mates more comfort. Her mates, her immortal lovers, her partners in life. They were finally one.

She covered them both with a blanket and curled up between their still and changing bodies, hoping they would wake up soon.

…

"It's so….bright…" Fred sighed, caressing the smooth calves draped over his lap. The soft breeze on the balcony was delightful, the stars twinkling above them, barely visible through the lights of the city to a human eye, but not to them. They could see everything.

Hermione smiled and sipped her glass slowly. "You'll get used to your senses being so active, I promise. What else has changed?" she asked, wanting to find out about their change.

"You feel different," George hummed into her hair, enjoying having his mate sitting in his lap.

"Different how?" she frowned.

"Warmer, more open. I can feel you now, your emotions, your slowly pulsing heart, your skin….it tingles when I touch your skin…." George mused, caressing her arm.

"I hope that never changes," she smiled and kissed the corner of his lips affectionately.

"When do we leave?" Fred asked, their planned getaway plans kept a secret from them.

Hermione set her glass down once finished and stood. "Whenever you're ready. We're going to Paris, I rented an industrial atelier that was converted into a flat. We can test your resilience and resistance to drinking from humans," she explained with a smile.

"Are you sure it's wise for us to be around humans so soon?" George worried as he always did.

"You'll be fine, I know it. You'll enjoy French O negative and their sea food," she promised.

"Then let's go, I want to celebrate the new start to our lives," Fred kissed her lovingly and they headed to the bedroom to pack.

Hermione smiled, her whole being emanating absolute joy. Who knew what future would bring, and she knew it would be difficult at times, but she was prepared to embrace eternity with these two men by her side and a daughter she would may not have birthed, but would always cherish and be grateful for.

AN: Dearest followers and readers,

Thank you all for taking the time to read this story. I decided that it was time for an epilogue and to leave the possibilities of what their future may look like open and up to your imagination. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed exploring and writing it.

Always,

Sybilla