Prompts Day 12:

—"Happy Christmas, you pack of bastards!"

—Mistletoe and Holly, and all things jolly.

—"I swear to Merlin, if I unwrap this gift and it's something disgusting, you're dead."

Fenrir Greyback x Hermione Granger

Hermione laid in bed, her hand cupping her slightly round stomach. She barely could find the energy lately to get out of bed, especially with the morning sickness. It was the worst kind; she felt nauseous not only in the morning but all throughout the day. After talking with the pack's healer, she felt better knowing that it was the extra hormones in her body causing the issue and it should pass once the first trimester was over.

Fenrir was off on pack business and had yet to return. During the war when her, Harry and Ron were about to be captured by snatchers, Fenrir had realized that Hermione was his mate. The one woman he had been searching for, for most of his adult life. Instead of escorting them to Malfoy Manor, he joined their trio, promising to protect her and her friends at all costs. During their time on the run, she and Fenrir had become extremely close eventually leading him to tell her that she was his mate.

At first, she was skeptical and uneasy, especially about what others might think, but soon wrote it off — who cared? Once the war was over, she fought for him in the courts, defending him against those who wanted him thrown into Azkaban. He was released under the condition that he become a werewolf liaison, bridging the gap between wizards and werewolves. With Hermione by his side, they created a safe haven for werewolves to congregate, creating one of the largest packs in Europe. Since she had fallen pregnant, he had taken court matters into his own hands, hence his current absence from the pack.

In his absence, she mostly kept to their cabin, the weather outside unpredictable in the heart of winter. Later today, there was a pack Christmas party, and Hermione was determined to make an appearance — hopefully she was feeling well enough to attend. She slowly got out of bed, not wanting to become dizzy from moving too quickly. It was hours until the party, but with how slow she was moving, it would take her that long just to become presentable.

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Hours later, Hermione wrapped in a fur for warmth made her way to the main cabin where the party would be taking place. Walking in, she made her way to the head table where she typically sat with Fenrir and the rest of the pack leaders. Looking around, it had been decorated with mistletoe and holly, and all things jolly. It was stunning. Christmas was always Hermione's favorite time of year. Moments later, more pack members, their mates, and children swarmed into the building laden down with presents and food.

Once it seemed like everyone was seated, no one hesitated in running for the food. One of the younger members of the pack had brought Hermione a plate, for which she was grateful. She felt better than earlier, and was ravenous.

A cold gust of wind swooped into the cabin, and Hermione looked toward the door to see the cause and broke into a huge grin seeing it was Fenrir.

He immediately made his way to her. She was surprised to see some of the other pack leaders stumbling in behind him. What surprised her the most was to see Roland, Fenrir's beta barely able to walk. She assumed his was drunk. "Happy Christmas, you pack of bastards!" Roland shouted. The rest of the pack raised their glasses in response, welcoming their leaders back home.

Hermione just rolled her eyes and shook her head and refocused her attention to her mate, who had just appeared at her side.

"I missed you so much, love," Fenrir whispered in her ear, placing a kiss on her temple. "And how's our little one." He cupped her stomach and drew her in for a kiss.

"I missed you too, Fenrir," Hermione replied, placing her hands over his on her stomach. "I think the morning sickness is starting to pass. I have felt better this afternoon."

"Glad to hear that love," he said before turning his attention to the food in front of him. He thanked the young wolf who had brought it to him, the same one who had attended to Hermione earlier.

They joked and laughed, enjoying each other's company after being separated for several days. Once dinner had passed, it was time for the real party to start — gift giving was a big deal within the pack.

Fenrir handed her a neatly wrapped present, donned with red and gold bows on top, most likely a nod to her Hogwarts house.

She started to undo the bows, but paused and looked curiously up at her mate. "Fenrir, I swear to Merlin, if I unwrap this gift and it's something disgusting, you're dead."

He just laughed and shook his head. "Love, don't you trust me?"

"I do, but I also know you. I wouldn't put it past you to pull something like that," Hermione said, raising her eyebrow.

"Just open the gift!"

Hermione opened the gift and inside was another box, smaller than the one she had just opened, wrapped exactly the same. This continued on until she had opened at least four boxes and all there was left was a small velvet box in the bottom.

She picked it up and looked at it curiously. "This can't be," she whispered.

"It can," Fenrir whispered back. He took the small velvet box out of her hand and opened it. A simple and elegant diamond ring sat there, shining up at her. It was beautiful and everything she had ever imagined having in an engagement ring.

"I love you so much, Hermione. I know you're already my mate, but would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Fenrir asked.

Hermione choked out, "Yes!" before launching herself into Fenrir's arms. He peppered her face with kisses before pulling her into a more comfortable position on his lap and sliding the ring onto her finger. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him soundly on the mouth. She smiled hearing wolf whistles and cheers coming from the pack behind her. She might already be a part of the pack, but now it would be official.

Hermione Jean Greyback had a nice ring to it — Fenrir thought so too.

A/N: Well, this is the end of this collection! Thank you all for following along with your favorite Death Eaters! xx