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Happily Ever After-

Everyone laughed and congratulated the couple and the dance started. Hermione looked beautiful in a Muggle formal dress that her mother had bought for her. Her back was half bare, with a low square neck. Cormac was no longer concerned about her clothes until all his cousins wanted to dance with her, but decided that it was best to keep his mouth quiet.

The time went fast and soon Hermione was with the witches getting ready for the wedding. Her old fashioned dress embroidered in real seed pearls was beautiful and warm. It had a mink trimming, since it had been made for a December wedding. Warming charms were added, and Hermione's mother gave her a velvet box.

"It was my great, grandmother's, all the family brides with the exception of I, got to wear it in their wedding day." She dried a runaway tear. "I also must add, that I never regretted marrying your father, he has made me very happy, as I hope you will be."

It was pearl and sapphires choker, with matching earrings, and bracelet. Laren brought her the family tiara, very simple, and made to fit around the forehead. Laren's mother braided Hermoine's hair in a complicated braid that left half of the hair hanging over her back.

"You look like a princess," Laren told her as she whiped her tears, and Greta just nodded in agreement.

"Thanks for loving Cormac and for saving my son." Laren whispered in her ear; and louder, "Welcome to the life of a McLaggen, life won't be dull, and you will always be loved." They both laughed conspiratorially at the last remark.

Hermione was extra nervous thinking about the wedding, about her single life ending, and wanting to be in Cormac's arms.

The old altar was lighted by torches, all the tenants and those who had been able to arrive, gathered around it. Most everyone was dressed in formal garb. Hermione saw Professor McGonagall at the altar, and also saw Hagrid and Maxime. Her heart soared.

Cormac couldn't believe the time had arrived, his heart was ready to explode, and as if in a fast reel, he remembered the first time he had seen her, the days longing for her, the last incidents, and when he looked at her walking towards him, looking like a princess from times gone by, his smile was radiant, and many witches sighed at the romantic scene.

Her father gave Hermione's hand to Cormac, and he took her hand and stood in front of the altar. Harry was behind her and Marc behind him.

The wedding was magnificent, they hand-fasted, and the palms of their hands were cut in the traditional way. Cormac offered her a ring made for her in a cast designed for the clan witches. The ring was a match of his, and both carried protection and other charms.

Afterwards, everyone danced around the bonfires holding hands and drank to their long lives and love.

Hermione and Cormac escaped the celebrations as soon as they were able.

They kissed every two steps, "Stop kissing me, and let's get to the room." She pressed him.

"No, to our room, but I have a surprise for you. We have a very magical room in this house, not the room of requirements but close to it. My family came from the first ones, and this castle has one of the portals, come with me." He held her hand and they ran through the corridors.

They stopped at a corridor in the old section of the castle and stood in front of a wall. He moved a brick in the wall, and the walls shifted, showing stairs going ways down, with his wand he pointed at the stairs. After walking down several flights of the curvy staircase, they were in front of a door

He opened the door, and whispered a few words, the room seemed to be outside, and Hermione recognized it. It was the tree at Hogwarts, or a place just like it. Cormac pulled a book from his robe, the one they had read earlier when the explosive had been thrown into her room.

"My love, sit there, just like that day," a disembodied voice spoke.

"Where are you?" She asked.

"Here," Cormac chuckled and was by her side.

"A dirty wizard, is that how you were there that day."

"I will not tell you."

Meanwhile, he held his wand and transfigured her clothes to some similar to that day in Hogwarts, but a skirt instead of the trousers. He pulled something out his pocket, placed on his chest and was gone again. She looked around, and he chuckled.

"Sit and get ready, like you did that day, pretend you are back in time. You look so beautiful my Hermione McLaggen."

She smiled seductively and sat leaning on the tree. Opened the book, unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse, lifted her skirt and slid her hand inside her tiny knickers. She moaned right after he groaned. She tried to read, but the words became blurry, her body ached with need and desire.

She could smell his cologne and hear his rapid breathing.

Just touching herself, knowing that he was watching her made her hips lift from the ground.

In a naughty attack, she pulled her knickers off, and threw them in the direction of his breathing.

She bent her knees, and lifted her skirt a bit more and murmured, "My Cormac, my warlock prince, my butterscotch; if you only knew how much I want to taste you." The ache between her thighs was making her wish for him to be by her side. What a bad idea for a wedding night.

This proved too much for the wizard, who promptly took his pin off and appeared in front of her. As during that day, years before, he had opened his trousers, and stood there, half undressed, "Yes, yes, don't stop." And he sat between her legs.

"Here put your legs on my shoulders, oh yes," Seeing her naked sex made him shudder. but he was very quiet. His eyes were half-mast and his body trembled. The heady smell of her arousal mixed with perfume and lotions were playing with his sanity. His cock throbbed with currents of desire. His voice was low and raspy.

"I want to taste you, but first, here," he pulled his trousers down and as he had done that day, he wrapped his hand around his pulsating cock and bent to sink his nose between her labia, and she felt his tongue lapping her. Each pass of his tongue made her shudder, his hand moved fast on his hard prick, she climaxed in a few seconds, the feeling of her inner muscles contractions made him cry.

With his wand he undressed them entirely, and he stopped breathing.

He moved away from her, and yes, he was still playing the game.

"Love, please, just for a second let me in, please. I promise to just feel, that is all." He tried to smile, but he wanted her too much, and it came out as a grimace.

She managed to untangle her legs, and gently pushed him to the ground. She looked at his stomach, flat and the thin trail of hair going down. His hard cock, red and throbbing, "I want to taste you," she bent over him.

Her tongue trailed his hard stomach and his body shuddered, "Do it, your lips and tongue around me," and he lifted his hips. His hand stretched to circle her breast, and she held him in her hands as her warm tongue touched the swollen head.

"Yes, like that," he lifted on his elbows to watch. " My love, my witch," she put her lips around him as he reached to touch her nipples and rolled them in his fingers making her cry.

"You are mine, my beautiful witch. Like that, just like that." His hips thrust into her mouth, "no more, no, I must be inside, " he pulled his wand and conjured a cotton sheet under them.

She smiled, "Not in the bed?" She asked when she pulled her mouth away from him.

"No, cannot wait," he bent on his knees once again and held her close to him. "Your bare breasts on my chest, your naked skin against mine, do you like it my love? You feel so bloody good, damn. Your breasts are so soft and nice. Do you want me inside of you, say it." His voice broke.

"Inside, I want you." She bit his lip and caressed him.

He kissed her, his tongue madly caressing her. His hand went slowly up her thigh and caressed the hardened nub around the sides, he felt her legs trembling and she quit kissing him, just breathing as the achy spasms came.

"Are you ready," he said with his fingers feeling the entrance, "Help me, you do it."

"Wait," as he was ready to cast a contraception charm, and Hermione whispered again, "Wait, I have a condom." Her mother had told her they both should be checked before unprotected sex.

"What is it, " he stopped, and she showed it to him.

"That is what the charm does, exactly, it creates a layer around. At least the one in my family does."

Her answer was a kiss and "Do the charm."

As soon as he cast the charm, Cormac touched her again, "You really want me, and did you get this wet when you read the books that day?" His fingers probed her as he moaned. She bit her lip and wouldn't answer instead she touched him.

"Help me, now." He was right outside, the swollen head partly in.

No answer, she just held on to him.

"The charm makes the pain lessen, if any, maybe a little discomfort."

As he came in on her, both moaned and made soft noises. Hermione didn't think of pain just the act of being so close to him. In a swift movement he was in, and his mouth sought hers. He just stayed in, not moving. Hermione could feel a trickle of something leaking, but it hardly registered.

He started moving slowly and looking at her, his restrain evaporated, his hips had a life of their own. The painful pressure was the best pleasure he had ever felt, he was with his love, his love. He covered her face with mad kisses as his hands closed around her breast. "My love, my witch; do tell me that you love me." His voice was desperate as he thrust his hips and felt his bollocks tighten.

"I love my husband, my Cormac, gods, yes," she felt displaced although the discomfort was there, but the idea of finally being with him brought her to a release, and crying her name he joined her. "Yes, yes, hold me, I love you, love, love you."

They fell asleep still joined. She woke up hours later, "Cormac, this ground is hard, let's go to the room."

Still half sleep he Apparated them into the suite readied for them. He picked her up in his arm and took her to the bed.

Epilogue.

Three years after at Caitrin's and Harry's wedding, Hermione and Cormac sat with the family. Hermione was pregnant with her first babies, as in twins, two girls, and everyone was thrilled.

The entire time, Hermione wrestled Cormac's hands, trying her best to keep him away from her. As expected, they disappeared in the middle of the reception, and she came back looking a little disheveled. Laren looked at her and smiled. At least some of the attention had been taken away from Gavin and her.

Besides, Cormac made Gavin look tame. The week when they married the guests had been afraid to walk into dark rooms, and it had never improved. Their love was a legend, and all the cousins wanted the same. Oh well, the joys of being married to a McLaggen.

Shaw had no yet met his dream witch, however at the wedding, a cousin of Zacharias Smith had come with him and his wife. She was nearly fourteen, "Do you want to dance?" Shaw asked her.

"I don't dance with boys, only with Wizards." She answered curtly. Shaw's mouth was dry and a stab of longing and desire, made him want her more than he ever wanted anything else. Most of all, he wanted to hold her in his arms and dance; yes that sounded just right.

She was looking at one of Shaw's cousins; he was nineteen, and there was the small matter than he had a girlfriend.

"He is too old for you," Shaw said trying to touch her pretty hair, so shinny. He knew at that moment that he would marry her, he was certain.

"Don't touch me and move away, you are standing on my space." Her face got somber; "By the way, I hope you are not this kind of pest next school year. I go to Hogwarts in a month. Leave me alone; and so you know, I decide who is too old. " And left him.

Hermione heard the exchange, "Cormac, I think in a couple of years you need to give him the pin, or return it to your father."

"And how will we play our favorite game?" He pouted slipping his hand under her skirt from behind. He hoped nobody would come from that corridor.

"Cormac, take your hand away, I am mortified," and she squirmed pressing against his hand.

"You don't feel too mortified; love, come with me, this is boring." Cormac whispered and bit her ear.

"Let go, see who is coming," Cormac pull his hand from wherever it was at, and nonchalantly rubbed his lips and breathed in.

"The best scent in the land." He whispered, and she blushed.

Oliver was walking towards them with a toddler, who ran towards Hermione. "Auntie, I come." The slender sprite with long brown and blond tresses ran towards Hermione.

"How are you Oliver, how was the trip?" Hermione asked after a while, holding Elizabeth in her lap. Oliver lived in one of the houses within the property and had been gone for a few weeks.

"The papers are official, and I am happy. We came back just last night. Lizzie will be back to the nursery the coming week. Leslie decided to stay in Canada, and her husband wants his own family, so she signed all the papers. I couldn't be any happier, and do you remember Daphne Greengrass?"

"A Slytherin?" Cormac asked with reservation.

"She is nice, and she truly likes Lizzie," Oliver answered, and they talked a little more.

"By the way, when are they two of you going to come back to real earth, you are setting the standards too high for other wizards; after all, a three-year honeymoon must be a record. Of course, when you have the babes, well, raising Lizzie has taught me your time will be curtailed." He raised his eyebrow and smiled knowingly. Cormac chuckled, Oliver was wrong.

They spotted Arthur whose arm was around his wife Andromeda who carried their baby, Dora, now six months old. The girl had bright orange hair not ginger, which made for a lot of jokes.

"Hermione darling, have you seen Teddy?" Andromeda asked.

"He was running around with the dogs, and Cormac's cousins, the twins."

"I would like to take him with us when we go to France." Andromeda asked. "How is he doing? I wish he would like to come back and stay with us."

Hermione was quiet and didn't know what to say. Cormac came to the rescue, "He likes living in the castle, and we love having him around. In here, he also has Harry and all the cousins and children around. We wanted to talk to you about adopting him legally, he wants to belong and have a mommy and daddy. We promised we would ask you. Professor Lupin and Tonks will always be his parents, we will tell him about them." Cormac pressed Hermione's trembling hand.

"I want what is best for him," Andromeda said a little nostalgic, but Teddy's love for Hermione and her husband had given her the chance to spend a lot of time with Arthur, and she could see how well Teddy had integrated with the McLaggens.

It was always a stress when Ginny came around, Teddy was still afraid of her. Ginny was doing better and had recently married Dean Thomas, but Teddy didn't do well around her. Every time he saw her, he would have terrible nightmares, of being taken away and sometimes, he would even wet his bed.

When Arthur and Andromeda walked away, Cormac told her, "You looked a bit tired, and you need to a little rest. I bought you a book, maybe you can read it to me, and I can help out, maybe you will get some new ideas for your new book, Lady Authoress."

Hermione laughed thinking if only the Muggles knew the Scottish wizards in her stories were all tailored after McLaggen men. Her series, Cursed Warlocks, about Scottish Warlocks, was a bestseller, in both the Muggle and Wizarding worlds. The first book had been about a ghost of a knight who finds his real true love.

The end.

A/N I was initially going to write a couple more chapters because some of my readers asked for. I ended up writing 12 more chapters. I need to learn to write shorter.