Disclaimer: I still own nothing, but Róisín.
This chapter is for another dear friend, Jamie, because without her brilliant little ideas the epilogue would not have been as funny.
Without further ado, here is the final chapter of His Otter.
~*~*14 months later*~*~
"Teo, what are you doing?!" Hermione hissed, as the man in question closed the door behind him. "We're at Draco and Luna's wedding reception, we cannot go gallivanting off!"
"We are not off gallivanting, we are having a private moment," Theo replied, lighting his wand.
"In a broom cupboard?" Hermione countered, eyebrow raised.
After setting his wand on top of a box, Theo wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist. "Call me a sentimental fool, besides this place holds quite the memory. What say you we add another one to it?"
Hermione looked to be pondering his suggestion.
A sly grin spread across his face. "Also, it's not our wedding, so we can go gallivanting off as much as we please." He snickered. "Hell, the newlyweds have already disappeared once tonight. And it wasn't to visit the loo either."
"But that's beside the poi…"
Theo finally silenced her with a kiss.
Hermione shoved him against the wall. "You romantic, scheming, brilliant, sneaky bastard. I love you," she murmured against his lips.
"You forgot Slytherin," he reminded her.
"How could I ever forget that," she agreed, as he trailed his lips from her mouth to her ear.
"And handsome," he added, grinning. "You cannot forget that one."
"No, that doesn't describe you at all," she countered. He could feel her own grin against the skin of his neck.
Theo pressed his nose into her hair, breathing in her scent, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Do you love me enough to marry me some day?"
Hermione shivered and smiled. "Yes, you know I do. We've already discussed it." She nipped at his earlobe. "Now, about that new memory?"
He chuckled and reached down to pinch her bum. "Eager little wench."
"Yes, I am." She leaned back and smirked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Remember the last time we were in a closet?"
Theo groaned thinking back on the incident from just a few weeks ago. He had made the mistake of cornering her in a closet at work to toy with her. She had quickly reversed the roles on him, leaving him sated with his trousers and pants around his ankles. She then left the closet for a lunch date with Daphne, Ginny, Luna, Pansy, and Róisín, licking her lips like the cat that got the cream. Literally. Theo hardened at the memory.
Hermione snickered. "I've done it before, don't think I won't do it again. But, back to the matter," she paused to slide her hand down his chest to press against his erection, her smirk widening, "at hand, mister."
"Mia, my Otter, you will be the death of me."
Hermione pulled out her wand, whispering a Contraception spell at herself and lighting her wand, before setting it next to Theo's. She threaded the fingers of both hands into his dark hair, tugging him toward her. "But what a way to go," she breathed just before silencing them both with a kiss.
Theo turned them around, so Hermione was between him and the wall, as his hands slid to the zipper on her salmon coloured bridesmaid dress, pulling on the tab to release the hold the teeth had on each other. As the slider reached the base of the zipper, Theo slid his hands to the front of her waist, pushing the bodice down and away from her breasts. He tore his mouth away from hers and dropped to his knees, pressing kisses to her skin.
"I love your breasts," he moaned, before wrapping his lips around a nipple, his tongue flicking over the tip. He shoved the dress the rest of the way down her body, to let it pool at her feet.
Hermione tugged on his hair. "You love my breasts? I would've never guessed."
Theo nipped at the skin of her other breast; Hermione squealed. "None of your cheek today, love."
Hermione stroked her fingers through his hair. "Teo, my love, I need you now, please."
He smirked, trailing his lips down her body. "It's my turn to tease you, as you did to me the other week."
Theo paused to swirl his tongue into her belly button, knowing just how much it made her shiver, as his fingers slid her knickers over her hips and down her legs. Helping her to step out of them, he moved both her knickers and her dress out of the way. He leaned forward and breathed in her scent, as his hands slid back up her legs.
"Open up for me," he murmured, his breath ghosting through the coarse curls in front of him.
Hermione quickly complied, her legs parting and her scent becoming stronger. Theo hummed appreciatively. His nose pressed against her clit, as he swiped his tongue across her slit, tasting her.
"Ohhh, Theo," she moaned, her head falling back against the wall. "That feels so good."
He moved to suckle her clit, humming once again, loving the reactions he was able to pull from his passionate girlfriend. He felt her wobble on her knees and he moved to pick up her right leg, hooking it over his shoulder, as her left hand shot to the side to grab on to the door jam. Her right hand pressed harder to the back of Theo's head, holding him in place. He took her small move of encouragement and picked up his pace, swiping his tongue across her clit even faster.
Holding on to her left leg with his right hand to keep her steady, Theo slid one finger into her core, finding her wet and nearly ready for him.
"Will you come for me, Mia?" As his first finger pulled out of her, he added a second finger and pressed both into her. Hearing her breath quicken, he knew she was already on the edge and that it wouldn't take much to send her over the precipice. "I want you to come for me."
"Theo, oh gods, please," she begged, the fingers of her right hand curling tight.
Her walls tightened even more around his fingers, signalling to Theo just how close she was. His fingers moved even faster, as he curled the tips just a little bit to brush against her sensitive front wall. He lightly nipped at her clit and felt her shatter around him.
At the sound of his name pouring forth from her mouth on a whine, he looked up at her face from his position, taking in the sight of pure rapture on her face, as her body shuttered above him. He lapped at the juices that flowed from her, his nose rubbing against her clit, to prolong her orgasm. His cock hardened even more and he felt the dress trousers he was wearing tighten around him to the point of painful.
Theo's fingers slipped from her body and he quickly cleaned them off with his own tongue. After his fingers were clean, he made quick work of the bowtie around his neck, but before he could start on his button-down shirt, Hermione had grabbed on to the lapels and pulled. Buttons popped and pinged around the small space. Theo stared up at her, and she grinned smugly in response. He felt lust flare through him, as he unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. Standing up, he pushed them down his legs.
Hermione whimpered. "Please tell me you went sans pants for the whole wedding."
He smirked, kicking his trousers away from him. "Why yes I did. I figured if Luna got her way with all of us not having to wear shoes, then I could get away with not wearing something myself."
Hermione shook her head. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Keep me and never let me go." Theo's hands slid up her arms to her shoulders. "Now, turn around. I'm not done with you, Otter."
Hermione laughed, as she turned around, happy to let Theo be in control…for this go around at least.
"Do you know how beautiful you are when you come?" His hands snaked their way down her body, and when they reached her hips, he pulled them back to meet his own. He shifted his stance so that his cock nestled between her legs, and rubbed against her clit. "How much the sight makes me want to ram my cock into your pussy over and over again, just to see the look on your face again?"
"Then do it, Theo," Hermione replied. "Make me come again."
"With pleasure." He placed his rigid erection at her entrance and thrust. Giving her body only but a moment to adjust, he started thrusting in and out, setting a fast and unrelenting pace. He knew neither of them would be able to last long what with all the teasing he gave her just a little bit ago, but it had been quite fun.
Hermione started contracting and releasing her inner muscles around his cock, enjoying the different sensations the tightness caused. Both of Theo's hands wound around her body, moving to play with her breasts, alternating between squeezing them and tugging on her nipples. Theo could feel the tightening of her muscles increasing, causing the tension in his own muscles to increase. His right hand slipped down her body, and as his fingers reached her clit, he gave the swollen nub a twist. As her inner muscles squeezed and held his cock in her, waves of electricity shot up and down Theo's spine before waves of a different kind pulsed from his cock into her pussy. He felt his vision blur as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled its way through his body.
Theo collapsed against Hermione, wedging her body between his and the wall in front of her, trying to regain his composure. He could see the smile of contentment that graced his girlfriend's features. Seeing her beautiful smile made him realise that he wanted to see it on her face every single day for the rest of his life, and he wanted to be the wizard that put it there.
Pressing his nose into her hair, he breathed in her intoxicating scent mixed with the smell of sex and sweat. Making up his mind, Theo stepped away.
Hermione whimpered at the sudden loss of his body heat.
"Don't worry, Mia, I'm not going anywhere." She heard the rustling of clothes before he spoke again. "Turn around, love."
She did as he asked, and after she turned around, she took a moment to appreciate the view the wand light afforded her. Hermione knew she would never grow tired of the sight of Theodore Nott without a stitch of clothing on him.
So lost was she in her thoughts, that she missed the first few words of what Theo had been saying. "…best place to do this, but I don't want to wait any longer." He ducked his head, fiddling with something in his hands. Looking at Hermione through his long, dark lashes, he continued, "We danced around each other for almost two years before Draco and Luna took it upon themselves to lock us in this broom cupboard at their engagement party last year. We've been together ever since, over a year now, and I know that you're it for me. You're my one, my Otter, my Mia."
Dropping to one knee, he smiled softly at the witch standing before him. She returned his smile with one of her own; unshed tears glistening in her eyes.
As he continued to fidget nervously with the small velvet box in his right hand, he grasped her right hand in his left. "So what I'm trying to say, Hermione Jean Granger, is will you take pity on this former Slytherin and marry me?"
A small laugh escaped her lips as her smile grew. "Oh, Teo, I could never pity you, but as for marrying you?" She nodded her head, tears starting to slide down her cheeks unchecked. "I thought you were joking earlier, but yes! A hundred times, yes!"
Theo stood up, brushing away her tears, his own grin widening to match his fiancée's. He kissed her soundly, opening the box and removing the ring from its previous home. Pulling back, he slid the ring on her left ring finger. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," Hermione echoed, looking down at the ring. "Oh Theo, it's…I-I." She paused trying to find the right word. "Exquisite. Thank you."
"When I was looking through the family jewels in my vault, I saw this and thought of you. It was my mum's great-grandmother's."
"She had brilliant taste in jewellery and you obviously know my tastes, thank you, my love." She studied the ring for a moment, her eyes tracing over the intricate filigree work surrounding the stone and working its way down the antique silver band.
Theo watched as her brow crinkled just a little bit. "What kind of stone is it?" She queried.
"It's a Rose de France amethyst. My great-great grandmother's birthday was in February." He brushed the pad of his thumb over the ring before looking back at Hermione. "If you would like, we can change the stone."
"Oh no! I love the stone; I just had never seen such a shade of purple in a gemstone. It complements the ring perfectly."
"Good, I'm glad to hear that." Theo wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist. "I'm also glad that you're finally my fiancée."
Hermione hummed. "Me too." She went to wrap her own arms around Theo's neck, when she realised the state of their dress. Or rather their undress and laughed, thumping him on the chest. "You crazy wizard! I cannot believe you proposed to me completely starkers!"
Theo laughed with her. "It's not like you were complaining or that you were in any more clothing than I am. Plus," he slid his left hand up her side to cup her right breast, playing with the nipple, "you look much better this way."
She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Oh I do, do I?"
He nodded. "Yes, but I'm the only one that can see you like this."
Hermione smirked. "I think that can be arranged. Now, let's celebrate our engagement with another round."
"Mmmm, I agree, but I want to take it slow this time," Theo replied.
"Then make love to me Teo, nice and slow." And he did.
Adrian held the hand of the redhead at his side, drawing her away from the reception, as it wound down, for a little privacy. She giggled as she followed him; she'd been trying to get her wizard alone for quite some time this evening.
She knew, none of their friends knew about their relationship; not because either one was ashamed of what they had, but because Adrian was not looking forward to the 'I told you so' from Hermione and Luna. She was proud of the fact that she was the one witch that Adrian Pucey, professional skirt chaser, couldn't seem to get out of his system. They'd been together almost a year now and she knew the moment that she'd knocked him on his arse. He had been looking for Theo at Draco and Luna's engagement party, who had disappeared almost an hour beforehand, when he accidentally tread upon her foot. Ever the gentleman he had been raised to be, he stopped to make sure she was fine and ended up not leaving her side for the rest of the night.
They rounded the corner to a hallway filled with doors. Adrian opened the one closest to him and stared dumbstruck. Blinking several times, it took him a moment to realize that this is where his friends had disappeared. Wow, he never realized Otter could do that! Slowly, the object of his study turned to look at him.
"Ades, be a dear and close the door." The glint in her eyes told the wizard that she'd known all along about him and her friend. She grinned. "Have fun Róisín!"
Nodding dumbly, Adrian closed the door, completely forgetting the redhead at his side. After a moment he smiled and said through the door, "Lucky sod!"
They heard a muffled reply indicating Theo heard him. "You know it!"
Róisín leaned up and nipped at his earlobe, her left hand pressing against the prominent erection she found at the front of his trousers. A hiss passed between the dark haired wizard's lips, she smirked before whispering seductively in his ear, "They have the right idea." She hummed. "And since Hermione already knows...how about we find one of our own?"
Adrian groaned, turning to kiss his witch and gather her into his arms. Not giving her time to respond, he licked her lips as he pulled away. A smirk spread across his face when he heard her soft whimper at the loss of contact. "Brilliant idea, mo daor Róis." He then proceeded to carry her off to her own ravishment.
Marcus stared dumbfounded as his long-time mate hoisted the redhead at his side into his arms and carried her off down the hall.
"Ades and Róisín? When? How?"
The witch standing next to him grinned. "I've known for months, and don't worry, she's perfect for the former professional skirt chaser." She chuckled, wrapping her fingers around his large muscular arm. "Even you have to see that they're both head over heels for each other. Hell, he even learned Irish for her! When have you ever seen him do anything like that for another girl?"
Marcus nodded his head in agreement; watching as the two finally disappeared around the far corner. "I see your point."
"Of course you do." She grinned, before tugging gently on his arm and making her way down the hall. "Come on, my Mighty Snake Lord, and let us retire for the evening."
Marcus smirked, before swatting her arse. "Are you trying to get me into your bed, Miss Fawcett? What kind of wizard do you take me for? And what would your fiancé think of your wanton behaviour?" He paused for a moment and winked at her. "Because it's working."
Sara giggled. "He loves it. And in a few weeks' time, you won't be able to call me that anymore."
Marcus purred in response, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Mmmmm…I'm very much looking forward to the day I can finally call you mine. My very own, Mrs Flint."
Jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist, Sara kissed him soundly, her violet eyes shining brightly. "Bedroom, now, mister."
Marcus carried her off to their bedroom for the night for their own enjoyment.
Blaise grinned smugly as he heard Marcus and Sara hurry past the room he was staying in for the night.
"Am I good, or am I good?" He crowed.
He heard a scoff. "You're full of it, is what you are. You had nothing to do with getting any of them together. Now, return your attention to me."
Blaise cocked an eyebrow at his girlfriend. "You don't agree with me? Let me remind you just how good I am." A devilish grin spread across his features as he slid down her body, taking her knickers with him. He easily spread her legs, turning his full attention to his favourite spot.
"Salazar's Slithering Serpent, you are good!" Ginny moaned.