AN: Sorry for the long awaited chapter. I had a long writer's block when dealing with this story. I hope that you're still enjoying the story.

A Wish Across the Stars

Lady Countryrose

Ch. 11

The next morning came, bringing the light of day. Seeing Hermione's brown eyes open. Seeing the light of life in her loving eyes. Tom knew that whatever the future held for them. He was willing to shove whatever they face and just live it, with the one that he considers treasure at his side.

Tom no longer thought of himself as the teenage boy from Hogwarts. The one that wanted to rule the Wizarding World as the descendant of Salazar Slytherin. For reasons that he had never known, he had wished that he had met someone like Hermione sooner. Maybe he wouldn't have done the things he had done. He may not have had the Death Eaters...or the evil that he reined.

It was a hard pill for him to swallow, after realizing things like that. That Harry's mother; Lily Potter had everything right, love really was the greatest power in the world. 'Was Dumbledore right all this time…? The greatest power in the world...was as simple as love.'

He was thrown out of his thoughts when he felt Hermione. His treasure. Climbing onto his back. Since they had agreed to travel the far reaches to the west. Out of reach of all living things that would force him into a weapon...for any living race. He was no one's puppet.

Legolas called to the two, as he watched them getting ready to leave. "Do you think that we'll see each other again?"

Hermione glanced towards Tom with a worried look in her eyes. He voiced, "I don't think so…" He took a deep breath, allowing the depths of hell to be known from his hot expelled air. "Life has a funny thing...proving us that we may never believe." His eyes focused on the elf before him. "We see where the wind blows in our lives. Send word...if all else fails in your endeavors."

"If all else fails," stated Legolas in agreement. He bowed towards the two before he started walking out of the area. Knowing that he may never see them again.

"Hang on," stated Tom in low rumbles before he stretched his massive wings. Then they were airborne. Taking to the winds and away from the ground below.

After a few hours of flight. Tom felt a nudge from Hermione, letting him know that she wants down. He glanced down and found a nice bit of fields near a river and landed. He felt her sliding off him, as he laid as close as he could to the ground.

"What's wrong," as he kept his senses alert to what's around them.

"Sorry Tom," she gave him a warm smile. "I needed water and maybe some food. It's been awhile since we had anything."

The massive dragon turned to the young man that Hermione was getting used to seeing. More often than not these days. He came walked towards her. He was about to wrap his arm around her, but his fingers grazed over her belly. Causing him to stop moving for a moment.

Hermione felt and saw his hesitation and pulled away from. Seeing his face, she saw a surprised look. Knowing as much as she did, she knew that hardly anything would surprise him.

"Tom," her anxiety was getting to her. When she hadn't heard him talking nor seen him move. "Tom!"

She got his attention; when he asked, "Yes love?" Seeing his green eyes show a bit of feeling that she had never seen him before.

"What's wrong?"

Instead of answering, he picked her up in his arms before sitting down on the ground. Wrapping his arms around her, after sitting her on his lap. He took a deep breath before he spoke. "Well, it looks like we're going to have to head for the coast as soon as possible."

"Why do you say that," asked Hermione. Sounding more worried that she was moments ago. "Tell me what's going on. I'm not allowing you to move me an inch, not without explaining why you're acting this way."

"Chances are love, we're going to be having halflings in a few months." When he saw that her mind was running away from itself. He moved a little to get her attention again. He smiled, "We're going to be parents, Hermione."

"What," she asked. Placing her own hands on her small belly. "How can you tell? I haven't felt any different."

"It's magic called to me, once had I placed my fingers here." He showed where he had placed his fingers moments ago. "It seems...the magic it purring." His eyes sparkled with warmth and happiness. "This is really hard to tell."

"How is it that you're able to know and I wasn't?" Her eyes gave a harsh look. "I'm kind of jealous right now."

Tom smirked, "I don't know if it is because of me being a father. Because I've heard Lucius felt Draco before Narcissa knew that she was pregnant. Saying it was a 'father's magic' and all that." He saw her brown eyes become darker from this knowledge that she didn't like.

"Or it could be because I'm a dragon. We tend to treasure our hatchings because they are our future. It's really hard to tell, Hermione." Her mood didn't improve much, not even when he stated that it might be because of him being a dragon. There was no pleasing his female.

She huffed, placing her hands on his chest. Wanting to push herself away from him, but ended up laying on the ground with him over her. "Tom!" She wiggled, trying to get herself away from him. She couldn't explain why she was so angry. Except he may have more knowledge of things more than she did.

"Hermione," he growled/purred. Causing the said woman to stop her movements. His green eyes flashed in lust. "Our child is going to need magic from me before it drains you of yours." His eyes became darker. "In order for that to happen is for us to join." He moved his hips to where they were between her legs, letting her know what he was talking about. She gasped as she felt his rod, rubbing near her core. "Than after that's done, then we shall look for food."

Without much thought, Tom made quick work of getting them out of their clothes. Once he was able to enter her, they were joined in a hissing contentment. They haven't realized that it had been awhile, since the last time they had joined together.

Hermione closed her eyes, allowing Tom to take control. Feeling every shift of their joined bodies. Along with the power behind his thrusts, was also a power surge washing through her body. Causing her to moan softly, digging her nails into his back.

"You feel that...don't you," he asked. His voice laced with huskiness. "It isn't must my cocks embedding into your...endless heat. But also my...magic feeding...into you." He nearly lost control after feeling her core weeping for him.

He wrapped his hands around her waist, bringing her closer to him. Tom leaned down, rubbing his nose across her neck. Smelling her. "With this child." He grunted as he was holding back feeling her release was coming. "You'll be forever...mine!"

She gasped, feeling her walls closing in around his staff. Hermione wrapped her arms around his shoulders, trying to bring him closer to her. She wanted him to be close as humanly possible. "Shut up," she growled at him. "...and just take me!"

Tom growled his own answer, before picking up his speed and power. As both becoming the driving force of his woman's undoing. Feeling her walls squeezing around him. After feeling her second release. He dropped his control and let shoot his seed into her welcoming womb.

Once the two had come back to their senses. Tom gave her a heated kiss before pulling out of her warmth. "I would like to get out of the area before nightfall." He had gotten up and helped to get their clothes back on before he had gone off to find them some food.

As he leads her towards a stream that he could smell. A thought ran through his mind. 'This is going to hard move across the country.' He glanced around with what little landscape he was able to see. 'Just hope we don't run into...trouble while we're traveling.'

He then glanced towards the woman at his side. The very woman, who has become his mate. Since only mated pairs could have children when dealing with dragons. 'Then again, she does draw in trouble on her own.'

After a meal of fish. The two took to the air once more. Tom wanted to get far away from the mainland as much as possible. Knowing the smell of the passing wind. He knew that whispers of war were coming. He didn't want his growing family to get caught in the middle of it.

'Who knew,' as he was thinking to himself. 'One world I was a causing a war. This one,' he glanced around. Wanting to keep his senses up for anything. '...that I want to stay away from any of them. Then again, I do have a family go out for.'

He had never once, no matter what world he was in. He had never once thought about having a family. Because he knew that they would be his downfall. If something had happened to them.

He turned his head, enough to where he could see Hermione at the edge of his eyesight. 'Would Potter have used his own friend against me? If he happened to know that she was my...soulmate? No, he might not have done that. But Dumbledore would have.' He knew that wizards had believed in such things. Even Potter's own parents were a soul-mated pair from what he had learned about them.

He turned his head back towards the way he was flying. Feeling the wind under his wings. As he flapped through the open air.

He couldn't help the thoughts that were running in his mind. 'I wonder if these thoughts are normal? Being paranoid for the safety of one's family?' He thought back from his knowledge of his Death Eaters. 'It would explain a lot of things if it was so. Being on alert all the time. Not knowing when the enemy would show up…'

"Tom," he barely heard her voice. But it was loud enough for him to ear. "What's wrong."

He allowed a huff of hot air to leave his scaled lips. "Realizing a lot of things for the first time," he stated. Knowing that the wind would carry his voice to her.

"Like what?"

"Realizing how paranoid my Death Eaters were, when they became parents." He felt her move on his neck. Knowing that she was listening. "Always looking out for danger, just because they were parents."

"Understand the Malfoys then?"

"Yes," he groaned out. Knowing that she knew at least one of the few Death Eaters that had children. Then something came to mind. Something that he hadn't really thought about before. "Why didn't the rest of them had kids? Do you know?"

Hermione glared at the back of his head. Something he could feel, even though he was a fire-breathing dragon. "YEAH! They were too pureblooded. They needed new blood if they wanted stronger children. Most of them had stillbirths or squibs." He heard her growl, even felt it from her bum. "Magic wasn't going to keep the purebloods going. Not without new blood coming in every other generation or so."

"I had thought about it," stated Tom. "So the magic would have died out from purebloods in a matter of time then." He grumbled. "I guess being powerful didn't really come from being pure, did it?" He then tilted his head to one side. "Then again, you're a muggle-born. One of the most powerful magic wielders in our world."

"You better not forget that."

"Oh, how can I forget something like that?" He glanced towards the lands towards the north. Feeling darkness from the distant lands. Knowing that they needed to go further as possible that day. "You reminded me each time I heard about Potter's muggle-born friend."

"Yeah, I happened to be the brains. At least that was what I was known for."

"Not here," growled Tom. "I wouldn't want you to go out fighting." He turned to where he could see her and saw her anger in her eyes. "Don't give me that Hermione. Not when we have children in the near future! They come FIRST before anything!"

She took a deep breath. "I know...I just don't like being left out." Hermione glanced towards the landscape for a moment. "Something big is coming. Isn't it?"

"Hermione," he groaned. Knowing that he was going to have to tell her. "I don't know." He focused on where he wanted to take them. "But it's between the race of men and the lands of Mordor."

Hermione knew that it was the end of the conversation for the time being. She had so many questions and not just about the war. She also knew that even though he was a dragon. He really didn't have all the answers, either.

'There are times like these that I wish for a library.' She then remembered something that her old potions professor had once said. 'Did he once say that not all answers come from books. Or something close to that?' This would have been the one time he would agree with him. 'I'm just glad he isn't here to say that he had told me so.'