Previously on A Tale Of Two Wizards Full Circle: Chapter 41

As much as Emilio wanted the after dinner atmosphere to be like any other evening, it wasn't. Scorp had done his normal after dinner chattering, but Hermione had been unusually quiet. Normally, Emilio wanted to sit with his someday son for as long as possible. However, tonight he wanted nothing more than to have Scorp upstairs in bed so he could have a discussion with his witch.

Emilio knew Hermione was due an explanation, but an explanation would force his hand, and he wasn't ready. How unfortunate Scorp had seen him. When Emilio pulled himself out of his reverie, Scorp was standing at his elbow wishing him goodnight.

"Goodnight little man. Have a good sleep."

Scorp hesitated, remaining at Emilio's elbow.

When he realized Scorp wasn't moving, Emilio looked to Hermione for guidance.

Still uncertain about who Emilio was sharing his afternoons with, Hermione didn't want to foist her uncertainties onto her son. Smiling, she answered Emilio's unspoken question. "I believe your little man has been spoiled. Much like his mother, Scorp expects his kiss allotment, even if it is only to the top of his head."

Emilio turned back to find a grinning Scorp with his head bent waiting for his kiss. As soon as Emilio left the kiss on his head, Scorp grabbed Hermione by the hand telling her he was ready for bed. Hermione excused herself to take Scorp up to bed.

While Hermione was upstairs, Emilio thought of ways to explain himself knowing if the situation got out of hand, he'd have to tell her the truth, and that would be a problem.

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A Tale Of Two Wizards Full Circle: Chapter 42

With Scorp down for the night, Hermione didn't feel the need to be expansive so she sat quietly waiting to hear whatever Emilio had to say.

Moving closer to Hermione, Emilio took one of her hands in his. "I'm sorry I missed you and Scorp this afternoon. I'm always delighted to see my two favorite people."

Hermione didn't consider herself a shrew and as much as she wanted to know exactly what was going on with Emilio, she didn't want to push. "And we are always delighted to see you Mr. Lozier."

"The dinner was delicious. Shall I get us a drink? I spoke to mother today. She asked about you and Scorp. I think she and father would be on the next portkey if I invited them."

Hermione smiled and nodded. "In case you need reminding. My dinners are always delicious. Yes I could use a wine. The next time you speak to Ilaria and Emiliano, give them my regards. Scorp and I would love to see them again. Perhaps Scorp and I could have a visit the next time we go to see Carmela."

Hermione was speaking, but her usual enthusiasm was not there. Emilio knew he was all over the place with his remarks, but it wasn't in his nature to keep things from Hermione and he was floundering. "I apologize for not getting back to Theo. I will definitely speak to him in the morning."

Hermione gazed at Emilio as if trying to suss something out. Finally, she spoke. "I'm beginning to feel like MLE poking a suspect."

Emilio, who was surprised by Hermione's words asked what she meant.

Letting out a huge sigh, Hermione explained. "In my infinite wisdom, I didn't stop to think what others wanted. I just thought about myself. It was me who wanted a family compound. I wanted Scorp and I to be surrounded by family. To feel safe and secure. However, it seems I've put everyone on the spot. It's too late to undo what I've done, so why don't we do this. I'll stop harping on having you and Matt near me and you both just tell Theo straight out that you aren't interested. Perhaps Scorp and I will remain at Malfoy Estate and have the three homes as investment properties, or sell them outright. I can hire a caretaker to oversee things if I keep the properties, or amass a good number of galleons for Scorp's future if I sell."

"Hermione…"

"There's no need for explanations love. I overstepped and am trying to correct myself."

Emilio took Hermione in his arms and whispered softly in her ear. "You're talking mad like a mad woman. You've done nothing wrong. You were simply looking out for Matt and I. I absolutely promise to…"

In the middle of Emilio's promise, The doorbell rang.

Hermione went to the door to find Harry Potter, Auror standing there.

"Hello Harry. Come in. Before you get too far into the house, perhaps you should leave your regards with Louis. He loves a good conversation."

Checking too see if the door to the den was closed, Harry replied softly. "Louis likes a conversation with anyone other than me. I don't think he's forgiven me for interfering."

Hermione laughed at Harry. "Manners Potter. He's a Malfoy. What do you expect? Just tighten that belt and suck it up. I'll be in the living room."

"Easy for you to say," remarked Harry as he stepped into the den.

/*/

It wasn't a long conversation with Louis as Harry appeared in the living room a few minutes later extending his hand to Emilio and giving Hermione a kiss on the cheek. "My adoring wife shared with me the fact you have prepared a lovely dinner. My day has been long and I could do with some roasted chicken, green beans and mashed. I'll decline the strawberry ice cream as you may well know I'm partial to vanilla."

Both Hermione and Emilio laughed at the nonsense coming out of Harry's mouth.

Taking a bit of Mickey out of Harry, Emilio responded. "Sorry Harry. You're too late. Scorp and I ate all the dinner. However, if you'd like to rethink the dessert, there's plenty of strawberry ice cream left."

Taking a seat, Harry jokingly huffed. "In that case, I'll have one of those fine Guinness Stout beers you always have in your refrigerator Hermione. No since in letting such a crappy tasting drink go to waste."

Emilio laughed out loud as he summoned a Guinness Double Stout. "Drink up Harry. The taste will grow on you."

"Just kidding. I was just kidding." Harry replied as Emilio handed him the beer. "If you don't mind, I'll keep my taste buds intact thank you. I'll have a brandy."

Hermione, who had giggled at Harry's performance stepped into the conversation. "Make up your mind Potter. This isn't The Leaky where your adoring wife will let you get away with wasting good beer."

Grinning at Hermione, Harry summoned his own drink. "Well! I can see someone is in a less than stellar mood. I'll just have my brandy and go home to Casa Potter where my needs are seen to without question. Before that though, I'll have a roasted chicken sandwich that I was previously denied."

Hermione rose from her chair to make Harry a sandwich taunting him as she went. "Okay baby Potter. Mum will get you a sandwich, after which, you can go to Casa Potter. Would you like some mashed and green beans to go with it?"

Giving Emilio a version of the stink eye, Harry responded loudly to Hermione's taunt. "So, you let your better half lie and then you swear to it. Must be nice to be so in tune with each other. Even though I'm insulted beyond measure, I'm hungry. I'll have all of it."

Emilio liked that Harry had called him Hermione's better half even in jest. Quite a compliment from the once naysayer. Even so, he'd be glad when Harry left. He didn't intend to leave Hermione in a state, if he could help it. He wanted to get things back in balance with his witch.

/*/

Finally, after Harry had two helpings of everything, he got ready to leave.

"Thank you Mrs. Malfoy. The food was delicious. I'll now take my leave a full and contented auror," remarked Harry as he made his way to the door. "Goodnight Emilio. By the way. I haven't received my usual statement on how my investments are doing. Perhaps you can have, what are they called, The Fantastic Four? Have them get busy sending out statements to your valued customers."

Emilio, who didn't realize some portion of MCC business had been overlooked was quick to tell Harry his statement must contain so little they hadn't bothered to send it out. To which Harry replied they must have gotten him mixed up with some poor bloke.

"In that case," replied Emilio. "I'll get The Fantastic Four right on it."

Even though Harry's remarks had been jovial, they didn't sit well with Emilio. If the new administration had missed something as basic as sending out statements, what else could they have missed? He made a mental note to discuss this with Matt and Gas. Even the smallest error was unacceptable. The door hadn't closed all the way behind Harry before Emilio excused himself to dial Matt. The CEO answered on the third ring.

Hello Emilio. Are you upstairs? I'd like to talk to you.

Good evening Matt. I'm not home. I'm still here at Hermione's.

I hope you've gotten everything straightened out. I apologize for speaking out of turn, but I was caught off guard when I heard your luncheon date was with a witch. I hope I didn't make matters worse.

That's not what I called about Matt. Harry Potter asked me a question I couldn't answer. Have we overlooked sending out statements to our shareholders? Harry mentioned not having received one in a while. He'd like to know how his investments are doing.

Statements? Statements. I'm unaware of anyone mentioning statements. A CEO should know this, shouldn't he? Not knowing makes us all look bad. My first thought is to call Nicholas. The wizard knows everything. However, I don't want to circumvent Gas who can probably shed some light on this as well. No worries. I'll get to the bottom of this. …..Emilio?

Yes Matt.

Regardless of what's going on with bloody statements, I still think we need to have a conversation. Come down when you get in.

Thanks Matt. I'll speak to you in the morning.

/*/

Hermione, who had gone to the ladies while Emilio was on the phone sat down on the couch and went to pick up her glass of wine. Before she could, Emilio grabbed her hands and left a kiss on the backs of both.

"You're exceptionally quiet this evening Hermione. It's more than me not getting back to Theo, is it?"

Hermione removed her hands from Emilio's and placed them on either side of his face planting a searing kiss on his lips. "I was a little troubled to hear you had a witch out on a lunch date, but was more troubled that Matt felt the need to try to make excuses. I am grateful you stopped him. It was embarrassing. Him trying to blame staff for something he obviously knew nothing about. I trust you love as I hope you trust me. If there's something you need to discuss, let's discuss it, because you having a witch out and about in Diagon Alley doesn't sit all that well with me."

Emilio wasn't going to lie to the woman he loved, but neither was he going to lay himself bare, if he could prevent it. "The witch is an outside consultant I have working on a personal project. The project is important to me. The witch is not. Just know and believe I would never do anything that could interfere with our relationship. You are my witch and will be my witch for as long as you'll have me, so get any thoughts of inappropriate behavior on my part out of your beautiful head. It's getting late. I'll take my hugs and kisses now, if you please."

/*/

Although she had expected a more detailed explanation, the one she received would have to do. Emilio had a young woman working on a personal project. It was Hermione's assumption Emilio would explain more when the project was finished, or not. They loved each other. What was there to worry about? Moving herself to Emilio's lap, Hermione leaned into him. "Alright Mr. COO. Wrap those arms around me and give those kisses."

Emilio groaned against Hermione's mouth as he reached under her skirt and pushed two fingers inside her. "You are moist and ready love and your lovely bottom is wreaking havoc on your wizard's private area. Is there any chance we can sneak away to my suite for a bit of private time?"

Riding Emilio's fingers, Hermione spoke softly into his ear. "I am ready for you Mr. Lozier. Perhaps it's because your fingers are where they don't belong. However, knowing your mindset about sex in….."

Emilio cut across Hermione as he lifted her from his lap and carried her to the brand new, downstairs bedroom. "I need you this moment. I've been respectful to a dead wizard long enough. Tonight we will have sex here, and we will use locking and silencing charms."

Hermione smiled as she laid her head on Emilio's shoulder. "I concur, so stop talking and get me to the bedroom."

Inflamed by Hermione's words, Emilio hurriedly carried her into the bedroom before his good sense overrode his need for his witch's sex. Closing the door soundly behind him, Emilio cast the two charms before divesting them of their clothing. As Hermione watched her wizard get completely naked, she thought how all it had taken was a seat on Emilio's lap and a bit of wiggling to get him into the brand spanking new bedroom. Then Emilio spread her and all extraneous thoughts left her mind.

/*/

Lying next to Hermione, Emilio apologized for going back on his word. However, Hermione wouldn't hear it.

Putting a finger up to Emilio's lips, she shushed him. "What are you apologizing for? We do this every third night in your suite. It's not immoral. It's not illegal, and it's not unwanted. I love how you want me. Yes, I'd rather we have sex at The Luxe or, when you get one, a home of your own, but for now,…."

Emilio interrupted Hermione with a kiss on her lips. "I knew you'd get that home of your own in there somewhere. Before you go off on a tangent, I'm just trying to inject some humor into this conversation. We've made love in the home of your deceased husband and I've survived to have another kiss. You were right and I was wrong. Nobody died, but…"

Hermione laughed as she turned onto her back. "How did I know there would be a but? You may rest assured Mr. Lozier. If you don't want to make love to me in this lovely, new bedroom, I'll stay off your lap."

Leaning over to kiss Hermione on the lips, Emilio snorted out a answer. "That would be wise. As an interim answer, I'll tell you one way or another, I'll secure a home of my own in short order. The home will be complete with a room for my someday son as well as any house elf you wish to have spend some time. Perhaps there will be room enough for parents to visit."

Hermione threw both arms across her eyes. "Oh Merlin! Please don't bring parents into it when we are discussing sex."

Emilio moved Hermione's arms to plant one last kiss on her lips. "Alright Mrs. Hermione. You've had your way with me." He said, standing to cast a cleansing spell over his body. "It's time for me to get going."

"Emilio..."

"Emilio nothing Hermione. It's late. I need to get back to the hotel. I'll speak to you tomorrow after I've spoken to Theo. I'd ask you to walk me to the door, but you're, well, let's just say, naked, and that won't do."

Jumping up, Hermione poked Emilio in the chest. "I'm a witch wanker. I know how to clothe myself with a twitch of my nose."

Emilio laughed as a pair of pajamas sped past his face. "Alright. You're definitely a witch. Come walk me to the door witch, or, since I have permissions, I could use them to apparate right from here.

Grabbing Emilio around the waist, Hermione suddenly became serious. "You could apparate from here, but then you'd miss my lovely, last kiss at the door. One last thing. Don't disappoint me Mr. Lozier. You wouldn't like me when I'm disappointed."

Emilio gazed into Hermione's eyes. "I would hope by now you know I'd never disappoint my witch or my someday son."

"Okay love. Enough about disappointment. We've had a lovely evening. I'll speak to you tomorrow."

Pulling Hermione to him, Emilio kissed her first on the forehead then left a searing kiss on her lips. "I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep well."

After Emilio apparated out, Hermione sat on the side of the bed letting out sigh after sigh wondering if Scorp's someday father had found other interests.

/*/

If Emilio had thoughts of showering and falling into bed, he had another think coming. He walked in to find Matt stretched out on thee couch. Emilio nudged him. "Wake up cousin. It's time to take your arse downstairs."

Matt sat up, yawned and glanced around as if wondering why he wasn't in his own bed. It didn't take long for him to remember why he was on Emilio's couch. "Welcome home. It's after midnight. Has it taken this long to straighten things out with Hermione?"

Emilio wasn't having it. "As you say, it's late. I'd like to get some sleep."

Matt stood up to face Emilio. "What's going on? I know it can't be what it seems, so tell me what it is."

Emilio did something he very rarely did. He got angry with Matt. "Back the fuck up cousin. I've told you several times this piece of personal business is something I don't care to discuss. Respect that."

Matt actually backed up two steps. "Fine Emilio. Have it your way. I'll see you at work."

Matt had his hand on the doorknob when Emilio sighed and called him back. "Come back Matt. I apologize for being so tense. Pour us a drink while I get out of these clothes. Back in a minute."

Matt was undecided. Should he pour drinks or should he just go back downstairs. Unfortunately for him, he hesitated too long and Emilio was back in some hurriedly thrown on clothes.

"Sit down cousin. What I'm about to tell you is something I would probably have discussed with you, but, but…."

Every bit of nosiness Matt had running through his body came to the forefront. He wanted to know who or what….. "But what Emilio? We've always been able to talk about anything. What's your hesitation?"

"Well," began Emilio.

Matt held up a hand. "As much as I want to hear this, if it has anything to do with …."

Emilio took a deep breath. "Don't even say cheating on Hermione. Don't insult me again. The truth is twofold. I haven't responded to Theo because I am planning to ask Hermione to marry me and I don't want to make a move without knowing her answer." The floodgates were now open and Emilio couldn't stop talking. "I love that witch Matt. What sense would it make for me to buy a home next to her if I want her and Scorp with me in our own home? What if it's too soon? What do I do if she says no? She and Scorp are my bloody life. The witch I was with this afternoon is nothing more than the sales agent for Royal Jewelers Italia. She specifically came to London to deliver the wedding set I had made for Hermione. I wasn't going to lie, but I didn't want to explain myself either. I was actually going to discuss my plans with Theo tomorrow so he would understand why I've been hesitant about committing to one of the homes. I don't want a home of my own. I want a home of our own. There you have it. How simple things would have been had Scorp not seen me."

Matt was dumbfounded, but jumped up to give Emilio a quick hug. "Bloody hell cousin, congratulations. That was a mouthful. You haven't asked for my opinion, but I'm going to give it to you anyway. You and Hermione have been a couple for more than seven months. If memory serves, it was less than thirty days after your argument with Hermione that Draco declared himself. Time is irrelevant. Do what your heart tells you is right. Hermione loves you. Scorp loves you. How can you go wrong?"

Emilio was gazing off into space as he responded to Matt. "You make it all sound so easy."

"It is easy cousin. All Mrs. Hermione can say is yes or no. If she says yes, you're all set. If she says no, then you have a discussion. Either way, it will work out."

Taking a sip from his Guinness, Emilio smiled at his cousin. "Perhaps we can end this all."

"How so?" Asked Matt.

Emilio took another sip. "I'll just ask Scorp to marry me."

Matt howled. "I believe that would work. The loose lipped, little wizard worships you. I believe Scorp lives for the day you'll kiss him on the forehead."

Emilio didn't hesitate with his answer. "And I live for the day I can call him my son."

Matt didn't respond immediately. Instead, he gazed at his love struck cousin before answering softly. "Just go for it Emilio. There's no way this can go wrong."

"And your brother?"

Matt paused again. "I love Seth with everything in me, but he has nothing to do with this. He'll always have Draco on a pedestal. I don't deny that. However, his shite is his shite. If he can't understand, or doesn't want to understand your relationship with Hermione, that's on him. It has nothing to do with the Lozier family."

Emilio grinned. "I like the sound of that Matt. The Lozier family, and maybe the Lozier child. I would be so blessed."

"Then do it. You know I have always been and will always be in your corner."

"Thanks Matt."

Matt laughed. "Well except for that time…."

"Emilio shook his head. "Fuck you Matt. There's never been that time."

"I know cousin. I just wanted to see if you were paying attention."

For several minutes, the cousins sat there in silence each savoring his thoughts. Then Matt stood. "I believe everything is under control so I will be taking my tired arse downstairs to get some sleep. I'll see you at the office. I'll see about those statements first thing. Emilio."

"Yes cousin?"

"Don't put it off. Theo should not be your first stop. Talk to your witch first. She might surprise you."

"Thanks Matt. I'll think about it. If I decide to see my witch first, I might be a bit late tomorrow."

Matt clapped Emilio on the back. "Do what you need to do Emilio. MCC will be there when you get things settled. Goodnight and good luck."

"Thanks Matt. I'll see you tomorrow."

/*/

Ilaria Lozier was trying to engage her husband in a conversation but he was doing his best to resist. ""Ilaria please honey. It's late. Your son is fine. Leave it alone."

"He's not fine Em. I can count on one hand the number of times he's stopped in to just say hello. Something is wrong. Perhaps Hermione has found another wizard."

Emiliano snapped the paper he was reading. "Stop Ilaria. You're working yourself up over nothing. He and Hermione were fine the last you heard from him. Just be happy he stopped in. You're unhappy when he doesn't stop in. You're unhappy when he does stop in. Take a stand and stick with it. It's annoying."

"Annoying or not," huffed Ilaria. "Something is going on with our son. I don't think he'll survive if he loses Hermione again."

"STOP ILARIA! Just stop. There is nothing to suggest Emilio is losing Hermione. You are working yourself up over nothing."

"Celia thinks there is something going on."

Emiliano threw the paper down on the table and rolled his eyes. "Celia? Please don't get your daughter involved with your shenanigans. Emilio will not thank you for it. Whatever is going on with him, he will get it settled."

Ilaria wouldn't let up. "You weren't here Em. Our son is worried about something." There was five minutes of silence before Ilaria spoke again. "I want to go to London."

Emiliano took a deep breath. "Nonsense. Suddenly you want to go to London. It's late. You're overtired. You know our son. If you do anything to interfere in his life …"

Ilaria sighed a deep sigh. "I know that. I'm not trying to interfere. I just want to see London. What can that hurt?"

"I think you're wrong in this love. Let him invite us. Then we'll go. Okay?"

"Okay, but if something is wrong, you'll regret not just picking up and going. I'm going to Owl Celia tomorrow. Perhaps she'll want a trip. I'm going to bed."

Emiliano sighed as he watched his wife walk towards the bedroom. She had her mind set on going to London. He might as well pack.

/*/

Hermione had cleaned up but remained in the downstairs bedroom savoring her time with Emilio. She was laid across the bed when she heard the quiet swish of someone landing in the house. Not one to be caught out twice, she hurried to stand at the bottom of the stairs calling softly for Embers. If someone was there to hurt her or Scorp, they would have to deal with one dangerous witch and one protective elf.

Calling Embers hadn't been necessary. Emilio Lozier had landed in the foyer and was walking towards her. Turning to Embers, Hermione dismissed him with thanks. Before popping away, Embers gave a slight bow in Emilio's direction.

Emilio had his hands out before him. "Hello love. My apologies for apparating in this time of night. I didn't mean to catch you off guard."

Stowing her wand, Hermione stepped up to Emilio. "Couldn't stay away then? You didn't catch me off guard. Well maybe just a bit. However, I like it when my surprise is you. Did you forget something?"

Grabbing Hermione into his arms, Emilio lowered his head to kiss her firmly on the mouth. "I did forget something. I forgot to mention how much I love you."

Hermione grinned as she kissed him back. "Ah! So you doubled back to tell me something I already know. Thank you.. Although I believe the words that came out of your mouth, I believe there is much more to it. Come sit down and tell me what's on your mind."

With Matt's words running through his mind, Emilio sat down beside Hermione and grabbed her hands. "You are due a complete explanation."

"About what Emilio?" Asked Hermione.

"About my sojourn into Diagon Alley this afternoon."

Hermione was becoming a bit apprehensive. Emilio's sojourn was obviously weighing heavily on his mind. She hoped…..

"I was in Diagon Alley with Miss Bianca Rossi."

With her eyes fixed on her lap, Hermione was now listening intently.

"Bianca did me a huge favor." At this moment, Emilio realized Hermione was trembling. Wrapping his arms around his witch, Emilio continued speaking into Hermione's hair. "Bianca did me the huge favor of coming to London to deliver a package."

Still trembling, Hermione couldn't make sense of it. A witch had come to London to personally deliver a package to Emilio.. What was this about?

Leaning back, Emilio gazed into Hermione's eyes. Miss Rossi came here to deliver the rings I ordered from her place of business, Royal Jewelers Italia." Reaching into his inside pocket, Emilio pulled out a wine colored, velvet box. Opening the box, Emilio took out the engagement ring and held it up in front of Hermione's eyes. "I don't know if this is too soon, or if it's too much, but I have to speak my piece. I upset you earlier over not addressing the new home situation with Theo. I'm not trying to get out of anything Hermione. I just couldn't make a commitment to Theo without first getting a commitment from you. I'm here to get that commitment. You know I love you and Scorp more than life itself. Therefore, Mrs. Hermione, I'm asking you to be my lifelong partner, lover and wife. Will you accept this ring as the token of my intent to marry you and Scorp?"

Even before Emilio spoke his thoughts, The amazing ring he was holding in his hand had brought tears to Hermione's eyes. Her lover and partner wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and Scorp.

The tears overwhelmed Hermione and she couldn't speak which alarmed Emilio. Lifting Hermione's head so they were looking into each other's eyes, Emilio wiped away her tears as he silently sought his answer. When the tears continued to slide down Hermione's face, Emilio drew back and closed the velvet box. He was devastated but he had no one to blame but himself. He was pushing his witch and it hadn't turned out well at all.

"I've very rarely seen you when you didn't have some quick retort on your lips. I'll take your silence as an answer other than yes. I want you Hermione so I'm not giving up. I'll ask again after we have discussed this important step. Goodnight love."

/*/

Two seconds after Emilio had apparated out, Hermione regained her senses. The wizard she wanted, loved and planned to spend her life with had just asked her to be his wife and she had sobbed like a fool. Taking two steps at a time, she went to check on Scorp calling Crissy and Dusty as she moved into his room.

Pop. Pop. "Yes Mrs."

"Scorp is sleeping. I need to see Mr. Emilio about, about our future. Watch over our boy until I get back."

"We'll be keeping our eyes out," answered Dusty. "He's our boy."

"Thank you. Thank you." Hermione called over her shoulder as she pulled on a pair of jeans and a heavy jumper. Summoning her wand, Hermione apparated to The Luxe as soon as it touched her fingers. As he had done to her, Hermione landed directly in Emilio's rooms. As she stood from the crouch of apparition, Emilio came out of the bedroom with wand drawn which he lowered as soon as he saw who it was.

Crossing the room in three steps, Hermione came to stand directly in front of Emilio. "Hello again Mr. Lozier." She said, holding up her left hand "I've come for our future and my ring. Yes, I'll marry you."

Unbidden tears formed in the corner of Emilio's eyes as he grabbed Hermione in his arms smothering his face in her hair. "I was so afraid you still had doubts." Raising his wand, Emilio summoned the velvet box and placed the three carat diamond cushion platinum and sapphire ring on the finger of his beloved before crushing her lips with his.

Hastily wiping away the few tears that had snuck out of his eyes, Emilio spoke on his feelings. "Thank you for accepting my ring Mrs. Hermione. I will forever love you and our little man to the best of my ability. And since you are here, we should celebrate this momentous occasion with a first engagement bit of love making."

Glancing first at her amazing ring then into Emilio's eyes, Hermione replied in a very steady voice. "I'd like that very much Mr. fiancé."

/*/

Back at Malfoy Estate, Dusty and Crissy clasped hands and giggled as they stood by Scorp's bedside. "Our little man be having a fiancé."