a/n: This is just a short and sweet epilogue


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Epilogue

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A few days later...

"Harry came round to apologize, seems he's calmed down," Hermione said chirpily as she entered the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. She held a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice and she wore her bathrobe. They were used to traipsing around in pajamas and sometimes even lingerie since the Order of the Phoenix headquarters had been temporarily relocated to Spinner's End. Sirius thought it an improvement, for the most part, not having Snape in his house anymore...except he missed everyone else coming round to the house.

"Finally," Sirius said and took a long sip of his coffee as he read the morning paper. He wore his reading glasses and looked distinctively like a househusband at the moment...of which Hermione kept teasing him. "What did Harry say exactly?" Sirius asked, peering over the rim of his glasses.

Hermione shrugged. "Not much really. Just that he might've overreacted."

"Might've overreacted?" Sirius chuckled and put down his plate of toast into the bin. "I was afraid Harry might never want to talk to me again. I'm glad things are finally blowing over."

Hermione smirked at him. "I told you he'd come around. Harry loves you too much to hold a grudge for too long...as for the others, well, Ron might take a while..."

"Hey, that's your deal. I like Ron, but he's your friend, not mine!"

Hermione sighed and put down the pitcher of juice on the table before Sirius. She started to fill up a large glass of orange liquid for him as she spoke, "Yeah, as much as I love the Weasley family, they do have tempers, as do I. So it may take awhile before Molly or Ron ever talk to you again. Mostly, they just feel sorry for me right now because I married you."

"Thanks, how sweet of them to think so." He slapped her on the bum lightly. "You don't seem regretful."

"They may have a point, I do have odd tastes in men."

"What's this?" Sirius asked in disgust as he observed the full glass of orange liquid she had placed before him.

"It's time you started eating healthy," Hermione instructed. "It's raw pumpkin and orange juice, with some ginger root blended into it. Drink up."

"Oh good grief," Sirius took off his glasses and went to wrap his arms around his wife's waist from behind. "You don't actually expect me to start eating your rabbit food do you?"

Hermione chuckled as he began to leave kisses down the back of her neck."It's not rabbit food. It's just healthy food. I want you to live a long time."

"Same thing. Don't you think I've had enough prison food in my life?"

"It's not prison food, Merlin, how you exaggerate, Sirius. Besides the honeymoon is over. We can't eat stacks of pancakes and cheesecakes and steak dinners every night. We'd get fat as Buckbeak!"

"I don't know," Sirius said and nuzzled her ears. "I think you'd be cute even round as a pumpkin."

"Stop it."

"You know...we never had a proper honeymoon morning," Sirius murmured into her shoulder.

"Yes, I know!" Hermione turned around to face him. "What had you been planning that day we got interrupted?"

Sirius's eyes flickered with mischief. "A shark swim actually. I'd just bought the tickets when I came back to the hotel and found the door locked."

Hermione threw her head back to laugh. "Of course you would think of something like that. You weren't planning on keeping me tied up for this swim were you? Is that why you left me?"

"Of course not," Sirius protested. "You're too delicious bait." He kissed her lips, tasting the sweet proof of that. "Why would I share with the sharks?"

"Where is Dolohov by the way?" Hermione asked in between kisses. "I couldn't see him in his cell."

"Don't worry about him. I'm warming him up." Sirius winked.

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Meanwhile downstairs in the cellar, Antonin shrieked as Sirius had left Antonin dangling from the ceiling over top an open tank of sharks.

He was perfectly secure by the many ropes Sirius had tied over him but the Russian didn't like the way the sharks sometimes jumped up from the surface to nip at his feet.

"Sirius! Sirius come back and finish this interrogation! Please I'll tell you anything." The Russian wiped away tears. "Just start the interrogation, please!
Please!"

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a/n: This story is now complete! Thank you to everyone who read along and reviewed/fav/followed, I really appreciate it! :) espeically the reviews, thank you

BTW While Antonin is a major arse in this story and not that likeable, I make him much more agreeable in my new Antonin/Hermione story called "I'm the Bad Guy, Duh" and I promise it's a fun read if you liked this one! Please check it out and join in on the fun!