As always Gemna doesn't own Harry Potter, Twilight, and/or the characters. She owns the plot, and this story, that's all.

As Alice had predicted Hermione awake a day later. She awake contently, as Jasper had filled her with love. He had not left her side, it was his eyes that she would first see, his had that she would first grasp, and his presence that would fill both that moment and the rest of forever.

He watched in anticipation as her eyes fluttered open, watched as awe light her features. "It's just as I read about" she breathed. She smiled contently. She lifted her hand, it seemed to shimmer in the light as she twisted it this way and that.

He was shocked when monumental sadness crashed into him. He watched as she pulled her forearm to herself. Watched as she mumbled, "it's still there" brokenly. He had seen the scar. He had wondered how she got it, it certainly wasn't self-inflicted. Whomever had harmed his goddess would beg for death before he was through.

He gave a quick sigh, she needed him now, he needed to control himself. It seemed that was much harder to do when she was around. His sigh had alerted her it seemed. She was up and before him before he had time to blink.

The room was tense. She stood before him, not making a sound, not breaking, not moving. He simply stared into her eyes. Those eyes that had once been a warm brown eyes that had been flecked with gold when the sun shone into them; Eyes that would flash into cracked honey that would promise pain to those that had angered or defied her. Eyes that would darken into a into molten chocolate that promised lust and unbridled desire. Eyes that were now crimson.

He felt that he had lost a part of her. It didn't change his love for her, he just felt a moment of loss at that point. Loss that was quickly forgotten, as he remembered that reasons for that loss promised him an eternity with his love. He smiled softly and slowly at Hermione.

Hermione watched Jasper, trying desperately to decode what flashed in his eyes. She was left desperately wanting desperately to grasp his hand to see if the connection between their emotions still held. She gave him his space and time though. She would have an eternity to find out.

When she saw a soft smile cross his face, she gave him one of her own. She hesitantly held out her hand. She was half frightened to do so, not for physical fear, but an emotional debilitating fear that the connection would be lost.

He lay his hand upon hers. Skin that had once been frigidly cold to the touch seemed normal, almost warm. It seemed to mimic human skin now. She was so preoccupied by that fact that she scarcely fleet his fleeting pulses of calm reaching towards her.

He had almost given up when Hermione gasped. She felt him sending her calm waves! She smiled brightly at him. In that moment Jasper was lost, her smile so beautiful, so vibrant, so full of life was finally directed at him. It was the most glorious sight that he had ever seen. He was filled with such pride, admiration, and love in that one moment.

Grinning, he gripped her hand. Interlacing their fingers, he gently lead her to a mirror. She would see how she would eternally look. He would be beside her in that moment, standing silent and strong at her side, should she need him.

Hermione approached the mirror cautiously. How did she look? How much had she changed? Taking an unnecessary deep breath Hermione closed her eyes and stood in front of the mirror.

She valiantly opened her eyes, and the woman she saw before her stole her breath away. Not much had changed about her, she looked healthier and more like a model. Her hair had been further tamed into loose curls that seemed to cascade down around her. Her slim body seemed to have come into grace, as she seemed like art even in standing. She was dazzling she thought to herself.

However, what really captured her attention was Jasper. His golden curls gleamed in the sun light. His kind amber eyes seemed to stare at her in content and love. His relaxed stance seemed to exemplify how happy he was. His most startling feature were the scars that littered his perfect body. They stood small and ridged.

Hermione inspected these scars, she gently grasped his wrist and touched the ones that lay there. She felt him stiffen but not pull away. She was grateful that he didn't. She gently caressed them, noting that they matched the ones on her wrists. She glanced up at him from between her lashes. He seemed tense and ridged in stance. His face was worried. Did he think they would disgust her? Smiling gently, she leaned down and kissed these scars. They showed his past, they were signs of the path that had lead him to her and for that they were beautiful. They showed what he had gone through, his strength and bravery.

He felt her soft lips gently caress each of his scars. He felt her loving touch pour each amount of love and care into each of his pores. He love swamped him. He once again, thank every deity out there for this most treasured gift. He was truly unworthy of such a beautiful, devoted, caring, understanding, and loving spouse.

He gently ran his fingers into her warm soft hair. Such beauty he mused. He gently guided her into a hug. He held her close to him. He savored the feel of her in his arms, how she fit perfectly into him, as if to complete him. How she wrapped her arms around him. How she breathed a sigh of relief and how she snuggled into him.

He was overwhelmed by how lucky he was. He drew her slightly back. Looking deeply into her eyes, he began to lower his head. He gently slanted him lips over hers. He merely meant to express his gratitude and devotion to her.

She appeared to have other plans. She pressed her lips into his. She turned her head to grant her better access. Her teeth began teasing his lips. Her tongue playfully darting out to sooth the spots her teeth had graced before quickly darting back into her mouth before he could capture it. He growled at his little minx. The little tease he thought. He guided her back to a wall, pushing her firmly into it. He pulled back gently, smirked down at her, and said "Honey, you don't know the war you just started."

He plunged down quickly upon her mouth. His teeth nibbling the corners of her mouth, as she attempted to capture his lips, he would move, evading her. She moaned in desperation. She felt him victoriously smirk. She viciously growled. "He wants a fight, he'll get it she thought". Smirking in mischief, she slowly glided her hips onto his. She felt him tense. Slowly, painfully, she moved her hips in a soft and small rocking motion, back and forth, back and forth.

His already throbbing member twitched. He growled, shoving her back into the wall he growled. He threw himself onto her, allowing her to feel the whole length of him. She gasped in surprise. He was so long and thick. She felt herself becoming wet. Her smell permeated the air. He breathed her scent in deeply. He wanted more. He began to thrust himself at her, mimicking the moves of coupling.

His hands ran over her body. He squeezed her breast. Her sharp intake of air, encouraged him. Gripping her other breast with his other hand elicited a moan. He felt himself begin to lose control. He ripped himself from her.

Her mewl of disappointment fulfilled him. Their harsh ragged breaths filled the air. "Jasper", she begged "take me." He lost all breath.

"I can't right now, you deserve better, you deserve a slow and loving. I want to shower you with my devotion." He stated.

"Please, I need you" she begged. Her eyes full of lust and need pleaded him to comply. Her arousal filled him once again, washing over him with such great need. He couldn't let his mate suffer so. Losing all reservation, he quickly gave into his desire.

Her body burned next to his. Her shirt was ripped from her body, exposing her to him. A long scar decorated her sternum, but it was of no consequence. He had eyes only for her. Her breast lay open to his perusal, twin globes of perfection begging to be touched.

And touch them he would, freeing them from their confides, he palmed them delicately. She would never need a bra again so long as he had hands! They filled his hand and so much more, her pert nipple standing erect and pushing into his palm.

Her hands began to climb under his shirt. She caressed his chest. She gently ran her finger tips over his stomach, causing his muscles to tense in anticipation. He dipped down and caught her mouth. Her tongue immediately began to seek entrance, entrance which he promptly granted. Their tongues battle for dominance, neither willing to back down. Hermione's deft hands began to unbutton his pants. She quickly pushed them down. His erection sprung from it's confines with vigor. It stood proud and full, his pubic hair curling around it's base.

Hermione gently pulled back, she glanced at him in all his glory. With trembling hands, she gently caressed it. Jasper groaned at her ministrations. He eyes slamming shut. He grunted as she began to stroke him. He bucked into her hand.

Hermione tightened her grip, sending him groaning again. His hands came to rest of the wall on either side of her head. "Love", he breathed "so good, so tight". His hips thrust in and out of her hands.

Hermione shyly grinned him. She dropped down onto her knees. Quickly removing her hands, she heard Jasper whine. He looked down to see his little minx, upon her knees in front of him. His breath hitched. He world around him ceased to end as his mate took him into the hot cavern of her mouth. He pumped into her with renewed vigor.

"Hermione, Hermione" he began to pant. His hands burrowed into her hair, and he began to bob her head as he pumped into her. "I'm coming" he panted.

Hermione groaned as his hot seed poured into her mouth. The salty taste of him sated her. She greedily lapped it up. She drank him dry.

He limply clung to the wall, so sated and happy. It wasn't until the scent of her arousal became predominate again, that he realized he needed to fulfill her needs. He lifted her and placed her upon the examination table.

"Jasper" she queered.

"Shush, my love" he commanded huskily. He spread her legs before him. He surveyed his territory, for he would be the only one to see her, touch her. He would be the only man. Her flower blossomed before him .She was dripping wet in anticipation. Her scent drove him mad. He leaned down, sniffing her arousal, letting it fill his very being.

Licking gently he began to love his mate. He groans of ecstasy filled the air. Her hands fisted into his hair, urging him farther. She panted his name, empowering him and filling him. However, when his tongue entered her being, she become unintelligible. Breathy, sighs and moans filled the air. He lapped greedily. He felt her walls begin to tense. Her essence poured into his mouth, so hot and sweet. She writhed in ecstasy.

When they finished, he lay next to her, pulling her closely. They lay there for some time enjoying the closeness, and simply being together. After sometime, he reluctantly released her. He promised her that when they did have sex, she would know tenderness and devotion. He would was all others from her mind indefinitely.

He urged her to the tub, not that he wanted their delicious and intoxicating scent off of her, but they would need to hunt. He cleaned the room in her absence, making sure no trace would be left, Emmett would never let it go if there was.

She emerged wearing her pants and his shirt. He smirked. "That shirt has never looked so good." He drawled. He saw her gently smile at him. He brushed past her, going to shower. He grabbed her bum in passing, eliciting a squeal from her.

Hermione sighed in his absence. She felt relaxed, free and loved. She spotted her wand. Worry swamped her, what if she couldn't do magic anymore?

She walked carefully over to it. With trembling hand she touched her wand. Instantly, magic swam through her. Her wand warmed at her touch. It's comforting weight in her hand. She smiled, and sighed in relief. Pocketing it quickly, she turned and waited for Jasper to emerge.

He came out moments later. Pants and shoes on only. His chest rising and expanding with every breath. Hermione stood transfixed at the sight before her. His chuckle filled the air. "Darling, keep looking at me that way and we'll never get to eat" he smirked.

Hermione blushed deeply, looking onto the ground. Jasper walked over to her, gently turned her chin and made her look at him. He quickly kissed her. "I didn't way I minded it, I quite prefer it" he said. "However, I know your hungry, and not just for me. Let's go my little warrior and I'll show you how a real vampire eats" He stated.

He held his hand out to Hermione. With no hesitation she grasped it, interlacing their fingers, and with that the couple left for the night. Thiers would be the first hunt of many, with the same ending as many, going home to what used to be Hermione's house, which quickly became theirs.

*****A note from Gemna

Hello darlings! This is NOT the end I promise. We still have to deal with Fernin. I have a very dramatic ending in my mind, no promises that it's the ending. Someone might not make it, someone very important-ish. Someone might finally know what always means! As always comment, reviews, concerns, questions and critics are welcome. Wishing you the best of the best and happiness-Gemna