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J.K. Rowling is queen. Rollo is my baby.

It was one of those dreary winter days in London, snow loomed ahead but wasn't falling.

Thorfinn groaned, a dull pain behind his eyes slicing like a knife. He could stay in bed. With nothing and no one waiting for him to rise. His life had gone from ecstatic to pear-shaped. He had done so well up until a few weeks back. The recovery from being an incarcerated Death Eater to a respected artist and being a father. The best part thus far was finding his long-lost love another level of being happy to this...

Utter and complete emptiness, he turned around, cradling his pillow, pulling it over his head. He wanted to muffle the outside world. He could wallow like this, smelling her in his bed as her scent lingered, their combined essence remained.

OoO

A week back.

"We need to talk while Rollo is sleeping," Hermione said when she came back from her stroll.

The way she spoke her resolved tone foreboding disquietness.

They had a nice quiet meal the three of them, Rollo again made his day when he told Hermione how Thorfinn had thrown him up in the air and caught him at the playground. Climbing a tree in the park and watching the squirrels collect nuts. He had never seen the little critters do it; it wasn't the big grey American squirrels, which invaded Hyde Park, but the sleek reds. The way the boy gestured and his eyes shining with delight as he told his mother about his adventure.

The boy kicked a fuss when Hermione announced they were moving into their new home. He wasn't happy about that, and he moaned he had found a new friend, a knight like him. It was unfair, and mummy was a spoilsport.

Hermione looked like she had to swallow bile, which she maybe did. She looked green around the gills the entire week until she left. Having not eaten much, picking at her food, losing some weight. Thorfinn could see she wasn't herself; she had not much energy dealing with Rollo.

0o0

Hermione flooed over to her new house, arranging to meet someone who would wallpaper and brought furniture in.

Thorfinn offered to redecorate as he had done for Ellinor. Hermione wasn't having it, and she didn't want to impose, as she put it. Which was total bollocks he would gladly help her with her home, hell it was the least he could do? Make himself useful, have a purpose.

Theodore came over to Thorfinn's asking her all sorts of questions to prepare for her upcoming divorce, several evenings in a row to finalize his briefing. He left them to talk particulars. It was Hermione's to deal with finalizing the divorce.

Hermione wasn't done with Ronald; it seemed he had rights to Rollo being the father the boy had known for the past five years, in British Wizarding Law that's what counted, it wasn't the Weasels right but the boys.

It seemed Theodore had access to some ancient Wizarding family tree scrolls, revealing Hermione's true heritage, it showed some more disturbing information, which Hermione didn't bring forward, but distressed her considerably. As Theo left the house, Hermione sat down with Thorfinn. The meeting for her briefing was draining. Being done with Ronald would have been better, dealing with this mess drained her emotionally.

So much went through her brain. Hermione clammed up, and she drifted away from him. Thorfinn sat next to her, wanting to take the pain away, and make it all better.

"Thorfinn, no please don't press the issue any further," Her eyes teared up. She pushed them back as soon as they presented themselves, "I have stumbled upon some heritage concerning my mother's family ancestry."

That was all she divulged she carefully alluded what was bugging her because this wasn't what caused her agony. Thorfinn could read her eyes, and she was by no means a stranger to him. Far from it, he spent too much time observing her when they were in Hogwarts. He could tell when she was in pain, lied or was happy without overly displaying said emotions.

"Hermione you don't need to carry this alone, talk to me." He kissed her fingers gently, he felt her tug her fingers, without much force, "You can confide in me, get it off your chest."

"Finn please don't make this more difficult." She gasped as he sucked her middle finger into his mouth, he gave a soft hum around her finger, swirling his tongue around her digit. Her eyes darkened as he let his tip move down the side of her finger. Encompassing her wrist between his fingers. His eyes scrutinizing hers to see if he overstepped her border, she bit her lower lip, so no, she delighted having his tongue showing her what it was capable of.

"Thorfinn, I..." She pleaded, without much effort.

"You're leaving tomorrow,...Let's have this out; we're not breaking up, right? You want some space?" He absolved his ministrations, he wanted to show her how much he needed her, and would put his hunger for her to the foreground, he was a man for fuck's sake, not a machine. She swanned into his life, not without leaving how much he craved her. He moved over to her lips, brushing them against his as he cupped her head, her curls were coming back as her hair outgrew her straightened long bob. He liked them wild. He kissed the corner of her mouth.

"Finn..." She huskily whispered, her eyes hooded as her hands rested on his chest, fisting his shirt, pulling him closer to her.

He pushed her sideways on the couch, pressing his mouth against hers, invading her warmth. Swirling his tongue like he had her finger mere moments ago. He placed his legs beside her hips, hovering over her. Her hand went south cupping his length. Merlin, she rolled his balls between her fingers. Thorfinn moved his mouth over her jaw, nipping her throat, trailing his tongue towards her ear, nibbling at her lobe. Enticing a soft moan from her mouth, as she grabbed his dick firmly through the fabric of his jogging pants. Who knew growing up a Pureblood they could be so comfortable and handy.

Thorfinn, kissed her throat, he wasn't gentle as he made his way down, losing her hand on his cock, she was so much shorter than him. He sucked at her collarbone, and he would be juvenile about it leaving a mark there, grinning as he sampled her creamy skin.

Hermione sucked her breath as he drew her flood to the surface arching her back. Her hands went to his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. She placed her hands on his ribcage, tracing his muscled abdomen downwards.

Thorfinn lowered his head, biting her woolen clad breast, eliciting a moan. He discarded her jumper, leaving her in her bra. He admired her breast they were seizable considering her frame. He could never pay them enough attention. He pulled a cup down, exposing her pink nipple. "So beautiful." He murmured before enclosing her taut pebble in his mouth. Hermione squirmed below him. He knew he made her so much more wanton when he paid her proper attention. Was it him or was she more sensitive as he suckled her? She squirmed more, squishing her legs together.

"Oh, yes, Thorfinn like that." She moaned softly, fisting her hands into his hair, fingernails scraping his scalp.

His hands went behind her back unclasping her bra, and he pulled her bra away from her form, displaying her offering, trailing his tongue to her other mound, landing the tip of his tongue on her peak. She groaned again as he sucked her aroused fleshy nerve into his mouth. His thumb was caressing her other, rubbing it softly. Somehow he massaged her to her first wave. Thorfinn grinned as he heard her elicit a whimper as she went limp beneath him. Looking up at her as her eyes stared ahead, glazed over, skin flushed pink. He recognized his handy work.

He gave her no reprieve kissing her soft mounds, and kept up the torture, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs, her breasts felt fuller, but he could feel her ribs as he moved lower.

Discarding his thoughts as his brain made the connection, he was deeply in lust with her skin. Her release sent his nose signals he couldn't ignore. "You smell so nice." He murmured against her belly, making his way down towards her pelvis, and unbuttoning her jeans.

He loved it when she wore sleek dresses, as they accentuated her femininity. But he admired her arse when wearing trousers like these.

Moving lower, kissing her mons, peeling her jeans from her hips, and taking her knickers along. Thorfinn sat back as he pulled her trousers from her legs. Kissing the inside of her knees, laving hot kisses on the inside of her thighs, leading him to her apex, she was sopping as he pushed a finger inside her, she came again as he hooked his finger, she tried to push her thighs together.

"Nuh-uh." He smiled pushing her knees wide, he went straight for her pulsating pussy, lapping up her juices, delving in with his tongue. He loved eating her out; this was still not about her, he wanted to remember how she felt, tasted, smelled. He needed it for him when she was gone.

"Finn, enough, I can't, please, no more..." She arched her back as he sucked her little fleshy pearl. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck." She wailed. Gods she was so sensitive now, she got horny when pregnant. She almost told him, but her lust took over. "Need you inside." She wailed instead. "Please fuck me, Finn, I want you close." She panted as she keened.

Thorfinn dropped his jogging trousers, tossed his shirt and aligned himself with her, guiding himself towards her warm center, pushing slowly inside her sweet puss, "Fuck yeah, baby, you're so hot." He murmured, kissing her deeply. His eyes locked with hers, her eyes showing her emotion, confused, lusty, caring, "Lock your ankles above my arse," He asked her, his voice hoarse.

Hermione did as he asked her, she was mesmerized by his deep blue pools, he was concerned, curious and deeply enthralled by her. It made her feel stupid and selfish, needing him to let her go, which she hated, she wanted to stay here, hip locked like this buried deep inside her. No one or nothing existed beyond this realm. But reality dawned on her; there were others to consider. Thorfinn picked her up staying buried inside her as he stood up, sitting down again, she straddled across his lap.

"Set the pace my sweet, ride me, let me see how much you want this." He licked her breast, her throat, he pulled her flush against him, feeling her breasts wobble against his pecs. Bliss. Life couldn't be more uncomplicated than this.

Hermione moved over his cock, adding more friction, resting her hands on his shoulders, leaning back as she admired his naked torso. Gods he was so fit, and he was all hers. Developed abs, broad shoulders, her buttocks moving over his well sculpted upper legs. Reveling in how she rode him. He was nothing like lithe Ron, nothing. He let her seek her pleasure, and she came three times already.

Her body rubbing his, her juices covering his length, dribbling down his leg, showing him her appreciation, watching her breasts sway, nibbling her lower lip. Fuck woman, you have ruined me for others. He felt the tension building in his lower abdomen. "I'm coming, babe." He groaned.

Hermione bounced harder, adding more friction, her movement frenzied, she was determined they should come together.

"Oh, fuck yeah." Thorfinn emptied himself inside her. He squeezed his buttocks as he shot his semen.

Her puss contacted, milking him to the last drop, she collapsed against his chest, placing a soft kiss on his pec. She wanted to tell him she loved him but left it hanging. She was leaving tomorrow, and wouldn't kick him like this. He deserved better; someone not as broken.

He stood up, lifting her with him, and walked her up the stairs to his bedroom, conjuring their combined clothes up the stairs. No need to have them scattered across the living room.

They had another slow session as they woke up the next morning, snug beneath the bed covers.

She left with Rollo first thing that morning. Thorfinn hoped he could have breakfast with them, banter a bit with Rollo. He liked to see the little nipper smile, and it made his day. Hermione said it would be best if they had breakfast in their new home. She didn't tell him she couldn't deal with the emotional goodbye if they had time to say a proper goodbye.

He dozed off again. He was dead tired, not from having sex, because Hermione woke him in the night, begging for more. Insatiable, that little thing. No his heart broke when Rollo waved goodbye, asking him if they could climb a tree later.

Thorfinn promised him that he would come and get him in the near future. No, he didn't cry, he didn't scream, he sank into a deep sleep. Fuck he hated her, and he loved her, he was so alone...

0o0

"Is this your idea of a joke." Ron scoffed, tossing the divorce papers on the table. His eyes were aflame, shaming the fireball-dragon his brother loved so much.

Hermione observed her soon to be ex-husband. He had a nasty temper she was well aware of, knowing him the better part of her life. She knew all about his tantrums. How she put up with them puzzled her. She did know why, her children, she wanted a stable home, and it was easier staying with him. Knowing what he could be like was safe, predictable even. She was a master at adjusting. However giving up her personality to accommodate wasn't, telling herself she was wise, she knew better.

What was done was done, moving on to a new phase being on her own, finding what she wanted from life with Rollo and Rose and Hugo at Hogwarts. She sent them an owl and talked to them over the floo a couple of times. She would be meeting Rose and Hugo at Hogsmeade, as McGonagall had allowed her children a pass to see her.

"Would you please keep yourself from displaying so much emotion. As you are well aware of why my client wants herself separated from this marriage." Theodore looked at his nails.

The man was such a brute. He looked at his polished shoes, Ronald Weasley could easily have been something he stepped into, in the streets coming over here. Crushing the man like a beetle under his shoe would be so gratifying. He couldn't stand the man. How on earth an intelligent woman, like Hermione, was, settled for anyone like him was beside him. Not that Thorfinn was any better. Bless his wife for having a brother who resembled none of her finer qualities. One didn't choose their family, did they? The man hid his intellect very well, behind all that obstreperousness.

"Am I boring you?" Ronald said interrupting Theodore Nott's musings. "You have to adjust the part where I can see Rollo once a month. "I have legal rights... Oh, I know I checked them, it says I can see the boy as much as I like. They call it shared custody."

Hermione tried not to gasp, he was joking, right? She held her jaw locked, Theodore argued she should refrain from talking directly to him, allowing him no fuel whatsoever.

"It's the child's right." Theodore quipped, shining his fingernails against his jacket. His tone calm.

"What?"

"It's the child's fucking right." Theo gritted his teeth.

Well, there goes civility, Hermione thought. She kept her eyes straight ahead as she had done the entire time. She wilfully avoided looking at Ronald. He simply wasn't the boy he used to be. Her ring was almost cutting into her blood supply in her finger; she ruefully tried to twist the ring around her finger.

"I want compensation." Ronald sneered.

"You want what?" Hermione couldn't help herself, what did the loathsome bastard say.

"I want compensation, she left me to fuck another wizard, she and that Rowle bloke, she fucked him, I want damages for my son and me. She lived with that fucker, placing our son in a sinful environment. I want money and lots of it before I sign any papers." There he said it he was so pleased with himself.

"My client will do no such thing, and maybe we should elaborate on that ring you placed on her finger. The very ring she can't remove because it's charmed with a dark spell."

Theo sat ramrod stiff in his chair as he addressed the ginger. "Not only will you sign those papers, but you will also be glad she's not pressing charges on behalf of that sorry arse of yours. You will sign, and you will have the enchantment removed." Theo was adamant he got his view across. Gods above he hated the red Weasel. What man gave his wife knowingly such a cursed artifact. Maybe he would press charges when this was all over. Damn fucker.

"Fine, but I know she has slept around before," Ron fumed.

"Excuse me?" Oh, this was good, he opened the door.

"The slut slept around before," Ronald repeated.

"Oh, and what gave you the impression that she did?" Theo welcomed this.

"Take a good look at our youngest and tell me you can't see who he resembles," Ron taunted.

"You tell me," Theo goaded. Ron walked right into the trap.

"That Rowle bloke, she must've slept with him six years ago, like she did back at Hogwarts... She was fooling around with him back then, spreading her legs every opportunity presented to her. Her mattress was always soaked... they shagged like bunnies. She was only sixteen then. Or were you even younger." Ronald was on a roll.

Hermione swallowed, staring right at the judge who presided the divorce.

"So if she did? Why marry her?"

"Well look at her, she's ugly, her former lover sent to Azkaban. I felt sorry for her and being a part of the World famous trio made her damn attractive, it did wonders for my Auror career."

"So do you know for a fact that Roland isn't yours?" Theo felt sorry for Hermione the woman was a beautiful witch, being belittled by the Weasel git was so beneath her, she had more class in her pinky than he could even touch.

"Not for a fact no," Ron answered. "I get to see Rollo once a week, and I'll sign! I'm the father he knows. I have invested emotionally in the boy," That and he wanted to hurt Hermione every chance he got.

"That does seem fair to me," The judge decided. "You'll have the curse removed, or I will haul you into jail for associating with dark artifacts," Parvati ruled her judgment. When did he turn into this ugly monster? She felt so sorry for Hermione.