I have to apologise for the abrupt ending beforehand…because it is quite abrupt…but, last chapter! I hope you all enjoy!

I still own nothing but the plot!

She was reluctant to plan their breakup.

Mr. Coulson—she was reluctant to call him by his given name for fear of forgetting to call him Henry—truly was the gentleman she had first met. How was he not already taken?

"What are your plans?" He asked her.

"I can't think of any for our next lunch," she admitted after a few moments of biting her lip. It was becoming a bad habit, and she was having a hard time nipping it.

"I meant life plans," he said with one of his slightly upturned smiles. She was tempted to call him a male Mona Lisa.

"My mum had me playing the piano since I was four," she said quietly. "I would love to play for concert benefits and help crea-animals," she quickly corrected.

They both knew she was going to say something else.

"Why don't you?" He asked.

"I don't know that many well-connected people," Hermione said. She did know well-connected people, just not from her birth world, and she was in the beginning stages of a foundation that was already starting its rights movement for every intelligent and semi-intelligent magical creature. "Where would I get started?" She asked. He turned from his seat on the sofa to fully face her.

"What if I can connect you to someone?" He asked.

"Truly?" Hermione breathed. "Please don't get my hopes up," she said quietly. "It was a dream I only shared with my mother."

It only made him more determined to help her make her dream come true.

"Will you play for me?" He asked. Hermione looked at him and suddenly her face lit up in one of the truest smiles he had ever seen cross her face.

She was at her piano and her fingers were dancing across the keys, playing notes that seemed to be chasing each other, sometimes skipping playfully. He imagined her laughing and twirling as she played, yet she had a light-hearted smile.

"That was truly wonderful," he said. She smiled and started playing another, slower sonata. He truly wanted to dance with her then.

He did.

As soon as she let go of the last note he twirled her into his arms and danced to the last song she played.

It was wonderful.

She had never felt so complete with anyone else.

She placed her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat as they danced to the ghost of her music.

"Philip," she whispered. His heart soared.

He quickly placed his lips over hers when she lifted her head.

They were lost, never to be found.

Who knew Hermione would meet her soulmate at a Waitrose?

A few years later

"Where's my husband Nick?" Hermione growled into her mobile.

"He's perfectly alri-" the Director tried to reassure her.

"If he's perfectly alright then why am I talking to you?" Her voice rose.

"Well, you see there's a slight problem," the Director tried to explain.

"Well fix it and put my husband on the phone!" Hermione yelled. "If I don't hear his voice in the next thirty seconds I'll-"

"I'm fine Hermione," Phil said. "It was a close call with Loki, and we kind of had to fake my death-"

"You what!" Hermione screeched. "I'm coming over there," she said.

"No! Hermione it's not-" he was cut off when she hung up.

"Why did I ever let you dig deeper into that-" Fury started and shut up when the woman herself apparated onto his ship.

"Madame Coulson," he said pleasantly. Hermione could tell it was killing him to be nice.

"Why did my husband just fake his death?" She hissed at him while rushing toward her bleeding spouse. She hastily poured healing potions over his wound and fed him pain potions and a blood replenisher. She was satisfied when he healed up nicely and was able to lift her off her feet with a hello kiss.

Even after all these years they could still hear the phantom notes of their song.

"You shouldn't be apparating in your condition," Phil said gently while pushing her into a chair. "You're nearly due and the Healer-"

"Can kiss Fury's snarky arse," Hermione grumbled. "Now where's that wanna be god that nearly killed my husband?" She demanded to know.

"New York."

"We don't know," Phil glared at the Director when he answered. He turned back to Hermione, but she was already mid-apparition. "If anything happens to my wife I'll-"

"Director Fury, the council is waiting for your input on the missile," a smooth female voice said.

Nick Fury gulped.

"Abort!" He yelled. "Immediately abort!"

"It seems your input has come too late."

Phil Coulson punched his superior and activated one of Hermione's remodelled portkeys.

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Hermione apparated into Stark Tower.

"Hello again Loki," she hissed. "Long time, too soon to see."

"My Lady," he said with a slight bow. Anthony Stark was surprised that the God was actually paying his non-sarcastic respect to someone. "What brings you here?" Loki asked.

"I hear you attempted to kill my husband," she said quietly, but the fire burning in her eyes actually had both man and Asgardian sweating.

"A mistake, I assure you," he said. "If it pleases you I will-"

"It would please me," she interrupted, "if you would hand over that staff."

"I cannot compl-"

Hermione threw a tripping hex at him and he landed head first into a glass table.

"You will comply or I will make you," she snarled. Then her eyes widened and she looked down.

"Are you alright Lady Coulson?" Loki asked apprehensively, quickly rising from the broken glass with, surprisingly, no wounds. He tried to get her to sit after magically clearing a spot on one of Stark's sofas

"You made me go into labour!" She accused, then grabbed the staff and hit him over the head with it. He promptly fell to the ground, unconscious. "Stupid wanna be god," she hissed. "I thought I taught you better!" She yelled and kicked him and yelled again at a contraction.

"I think I'll take that," Stark said, reaching for the staff. Hermione growled and he stepped back in surprise.

"The only thing keeping me from hexing you, Anthony Stark, is my grip on this staff, so I suggest you step back!" She yelled.

"Well, you see," he tried to explain. "There's this little problem of an alien invasion."

"Lady Coulson," Thor said as he landed into the rubble of the barroom.

"Am I the only one who doesn't know who she is?" Stark yelled.

"She is the mate of your Agent Phil Coulson," Thor answered. "I am guessing you did this?" He pointed to his brother while looking at Hermione.

"He brought on my labour!" Hermione hissed just as Loki moaned. "You!" She lifted him up by the back of his collar. "Take me up to the roof so we can end this mess!"

"Yes, Lady Coulson," Loki said, his eyes spinning, probably with a concussion. Suddenly they were gone and Stark rushed up to the roof to witness Loki fight off the chitauri while Lady Coulson closed the portal.

"Missile coming your way Stark!" Fury yelled.

"Incoming missile!" Tony yelled, he was about to take off when the missile stopped mid-air.

The Avengers stopped fighting to witness Lady Coulson waving a stick and sending the missile back the way it came.

"Hermione!" Agent Coulson appeared from thin air. She collapsed in his arms in relief. He swept her up.

"Perhaps I should take you both to St. Mungo's," Loki said.

"I think you have done quite enough," Phil growled.

"Shut it, both of you," Hermione ordered. "Loki was brainwashed by that staff so I would appreciate it if you at least gave him a chance!"

"He started an invasion!" Agent Barton yelled.

"An invasion that you could just as easily have started," Hermione said, suddenly standing before him and poking him in the chest. The only reply the archer gave was a few flinches with each poke of her finger.

Lady Coulson must have some strength.

She suddenly yelled and was gripping Barton.

"Hospital, Phil! Hospital!" She yelled. Phil hastily lifted her into his arms while Loki transported them somewhere unknown.

A few hours later Hermione was cradling their little pink bundle and a few Avengers were standing in her hospital room while the mediwitches or wizards kept peeking in.

"How could you keep this from us, Agent?" Stark asked with feigned sadness.

Phil only had eyes and ears for his beautiful wife and daughter.

"Congratulation," Rodgers said to them before stepping back.

A knock sounded at the door and the Healer cleared Hermione to be released.

They were nearing the front entrance where cameras were already going off when a mediwitch came running up to them.

"Baron! Baroness Coulson!" She called. The whole group paused. "You forgot something important," she wheezed and slowly walked away after Phil thanked her.

"Baron!"

"Baroness?"

The group asked simultaneously.

"Blame the Queen," Hermione grumbled. She just wanted to go home and rest.

Phil looked down into the bag and laughed.

Hermione reddened when she looked down at the after-birth menstrual pads.

Ha ha! *ahem * please pardon my casual mention of yet another woman's feminine product.

This chapter ended so abruptly, but I hope you all still enjoyed it…if you actually made it this far O.O. Still trying to think of the perfect title for this story...though I do like one of the suggestions that someone commented on!

Anyway…

The End!

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