A/N: updated 5-13-20
Wolf thoughts
Hermione thoughts
Wolf words spoken
Last time
'Alright you win this one, but it has to be a quickie.'
Tonks laughed briefly at that, 'sure thing whatever you say. Just don't stop ahhhhh touching me nnnnggggghh.'
They had, what was supposed to be a quick romp, but turned into a little over a half hour where they almost destroyed another structure. Quickly buttoning up their clothing and tidying up their hair they stumbled out of the, now slightly shaking shed laughing.
They finally made it to the front door, disheveled and promptly!
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at 7:13…
Meanwhile…7:05 in the Granger residence
Mrs. Jean Granger glanced at her watch for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening. It wasn't like Hermione to be late…
Her daughter had always been the studious type, much like herself and the shy type much like her husband. Such a sweet child, whom throughout the last few years had been turning into a strong intelligent woman Jean was proud to call her daughter. Hermione's behavior however this afternoon and evening had been a bit peculiar, she seemed nervous and dare she say giddy at the mention of her mysterious friend she was bringing home.
The fact Hermione had asked to bring a friend to meet them was odd in itself. Her daughter, while she seemed to have many friends at her magic school, they never seemed to visit her at their own home. Hermione had always gone to her friend's homes. Not that Jean minded, she had met Mrs. Weasley many times and felt very comfortable with Molly watching over her young one, she was a lovely woman. No, this time it felt different…
'Ouch!' Jean had been lost in thought, stirring the food absentmindedly when she accidentally burned her finger. This brought about her attention to the sounds coming from outside her home.
*bang bang* moan? Grrrrr
-Was that… a growl I just heard? We don't have dogs in this neighborhood…
She heard a ruckus again in their backyard. Jean pulled the curtains back and looked out the window, but did not see anything.
-That's odd…probably just stray cats.
*bang crash* and some more indescribable inhuman sounds
-Cats in heat maybe...wait, Is that old shed shaking?
Jean said to herself. Almost as if the building knew she was talking about it, the old thing stopped moving. She stood there for a few minutes, not even sure if it had been moving at all to begin with. She closed the curtains and shook her head laughing, must be a figment of her imagination. She turned back to the dinner she was still preparing. Meanwhile, after a brief pause the shed started moving again, nearly coming apart at the foundation.
Finally at 7:13 the front door opened to a disheveled Hermione... Jean raised an eyebrow at her usually impeccably put together daughter, quizzically. Hermione nervously chuckled, and she was about to ask her daughter what happened to her, when she caught sight of the other witch next to her.
There stood an older, even less put together woman. Jean noted that she was an attractive looking young woman. She inwardly laughed at what she was looking at, this woman was the stereotypical bad girl you don't want to take home to your parents.
The woman had a air of danger about her with her punk rock style with bubble gum pink hair, wrapped in a leather jacket. She had a cigarette tucked behind her one of her ears, and wore a Ramones t-shirt and ripped skin tight jeans ending in muddy untied black combat biker boots, with a wand sticking out of it. Looking deeper she saw not only the danger, but also the playful nature of the woman. This woman has seen things, yes, undeniably strong but she could tell she had an wicked sense of humor about her.
After her initial inspection she looked closer and saw that the pair were wearing matching red and purple marks on their necks and collarbones…and she could have sworn that Hermione had been wearing different clothes to pick up her…
friend…
The more she looked at the pair, the more she understood what was happening. Rolling her eyes inwardly she knew she had to do something.
Raising an eyebrow at her daughter, Jean gave her the look every child knows.
'Mum!' Hermione responded too enthusiastically.
'Hmmm?' Jean crossed her arms.
'Uhhhmm…I'm home!'
'…'
'…'
'Really 'Mione? 7:13?' Hermione's dad said from the adjoining room finally joining the group.
'…yyyyeeeah, suppose I should apologize for being late to dinner…errr ahh would you believe traffic?' Hermione rubbed the back of her neck looking down.
Tonks couldn't stifle the snicker. 'Really, that's the best thing you can come up with luv?'
'Oh hush it, this is all your fault mate.' Hermione whispered to Tonks.
Tonks flat out laughed at that.
'You are such a bright sexy witch, but absolute shite at lying.' Tonks replied hugging her from behind kissing her neck. This caused the now red faced woman to close her eyes and forget herself and began purring, slowly tilting her head to the side sliding one hand up behind her, around her love's neck and running her fingers through the pink hair that was changing to a deep purple…
'Ahem!' Wendell Granger, her father, broke the obvious couple's trance.
Just realizing where they were the pair froze.
'Oh my god, don't tell me this just happened in front of my parents.'
Tonks hid her head in bushy curls laughing raucously, until she was elbowed in the ribs from the front.
'Oi that hurt luv'
'So…how long has this…'. Jean gestured between the entwined couple, '…been happening?'
'…umm a while'. Hermione said lamely.
'Nevermind that, you were also late to dinner! But, you show up late, you bring a…ahem… friend…over whom you have obviously been shagging! Do you take us for fools?! We haven't seen you for months, you barely tell us anything about your life anymore, and you show up with this, this, this…woman attached to you!? Now we are open minded, but this just shows that you have no respect for us!'
Seeing the couple not breaking apart Jean continued, 'Just, just stop trying to defile our daughter for 5 seconds in front of us and tell us just what the BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON!'
The now purple headed witch detached herself from Hermione. She cleared her throat and said, 'Ahem, I would like to apologize for my actions, it was my fault we were late…and ahhh…I may or may not owe you a new shed….'
'Oh my god that was you 2?' Jean said mentally facepalming.
'Sorry mum'
'WHAT?! You are late to dinner shagging this woman, of possible questionable morals, I've never met , whom you've invited to dinner at our house, destroyed our backyard shed and all you have to say is sorry?!'
Questionable morals! Must defend mate
Calm down, that's my mum!
Grrrr
'perhaps we should all sit down?' Tonks interjected sensing her mate getting agitated at the jibe at her mate.
'Questionable morals?!' the wolf yelled
'Well excuse me for making a judgement based on facts?'
'Now Jean, perhaps we should..' Wendell tried to interject
'Facts?! Oh just say what you are thinking mum, don't hold anything in!'
'Calm down, It's ok 'Mione you mum is just trying to...' Tonks tried
'The whore is right, you need to..'. Jean yelled
A dark low growl suddenly erupted from Hermione, head tilted down. Her eyes flashed dangerously bright yellow, she stepped in front of her mate.
The voice of the Alpha broke through, 'that is my future WIFE you are speaking about, you WILL give her the proper respect! Grrrrr'. Hermione then stiffened up increasing her height and spread her shoulders wide, fur sprouting from various parts of her body, clothing beginning to tear at the stress from the sudden growth, bones cracking, growling louder by the second.
The Grangers' eyes grew as wide as saucers at their changing daughter.
Luckily, however before anything else could happen the purple headed witch quickly grabbed her mate from behind. She whispered sweet nothings into her ear, slowly calming the Alpha down, Hermione slowly came back to herself. She eventually shook her head breathing deeply, visibly fighting herself for control.
'Can you both give us a few minutes? We will meet you in the dining room shortly.' Tonks asked in a calm soothing voice.
Shaking themselves out of their stupor, the Grangers just dumbly nodded and left the room.
Pacing the dining room the older couple were in a heated discussion.
Future WIFE!' Jean whisper/yelled to her husband Wendell.
'Our daughter almost turned into…whatever that was and all you can think about is that she apparently will be getting married?' Wendell responded.
Jean dismissively waved his statement off. 'Oh please, she can fly on a broomstick, what makes you think this was the oddity, she's barely 17!'
'19 actually'. Hermione said coming around the corner. She looked more like herself once again.
'My use of the time turner aged me by 2 years.'
'…huh…' Wendell said. He always was fascinated by all things magical.
' Wife?' Jean asked, looking at her daughter for answers.
After a few moments Hermione broke the tense silence.
'I suppose I should begin, well…at the beginning.'
The group finally sat down and began plating the food, letting Hermione compose herself to begin her tale.
'A few years ago something happened that changed not only my life forever, but also my physiology irrevocably.'
The Grangers looked concerned now.
Mr. Granger queried, 'whatever happened sweetie we will support you.'
' I sure hope so, just…hear me out before you make any judgments.'
Jean reached across and grabbed her daughter's hand reassuring her.
'My Hermione, nothing you can say will make us love you any less. What have I always tried to teach you about judging someone?'
'Never judge a book by its cover mum.'
'Exactly dear, no matter what we will always love you. Take your time…I am sorry for my harsh words about your…umm fiancé ?'
Hermione closed her eyes and nodded at that, pleased she had not yet scared her parents away. It was funny that her bonding was what concerned her mother the most.
'Not quite mum, but I suppose I should begin at the beginning, a few years ago…'.
Hermione told her parents everything, about her turning into a werewolf after surviving an attack, about hiding her nature, about the wolf den cuddles, about her beta, about finding her mate, about Andromeda, about not being able to tell anyone else about her changes, about what her world thought of wolves in general, the war, how Andromeda had offered to take them in until the end of the war for their saftey, everything.
They had sat there taking it in mostly silent, save for a few questions.
It was surprising when they came to a quick, but difficult decision about closing their practice for the duration of the war. They were grateful for Andy's offer and agreed it was safer. From what they had read from the Daily Prophet and what Hermione and Tonks had both told them about muggleborn's parents getting attacked, they knew they would be in danger. No job was worth their life, nor the life of their child.
'Well then I guess that leaves one thing for you to officially do Hermione, I expect you to make an honest woman out of her' Jean said
'Mum!' Hermione's face became as red as a tomato.
They chuckled a bit at her embarrassment.
Jean then had a stray thought. 'Wendell, didn't we watch that wolf documentary the other day? What did it say?'
'Oh yes, fascinating creatures something about wolves mating for life…'. He answered his wife
Hermione responded 'Werewolves share many natural instincts with our brother species, that is one of them.'
' Interesting, they said it was usually for breeding reasons…'. Jean supplied
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Hermione just nodded at this, not sure how this was going to end.
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'You are both magical beings.' Wendell said.
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Nod
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'So it would be conceivable that you, as the Alpha, could impregnate your mate'
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A tentative nod this time, 'I…guess it would stand to reason…'
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'Oh my Wendell! We are going to have grand babies!' Jean squealed.
'What!?' Hermione yelled
'Not now honey, later much later…' Jean assured her laughing.
'…well…actually I was meaning to talk to you baby…I…uhhh…Umm… I'm late…'. Tonks spoke timidly.
'Late? What do you mean late?' Hermione asked
'…umm as in my cycle…'
'What like your…wait, cycle…late…you mean, you…and me…and baby…and…'
Not missing a beat the proud wolf promptly passed out.
She finally came to, Tonks cupped her cheek, 'oh thank Merlin!' leaning forward she kissed her on the cheek.
'Oi just, thought I'd tell you one more thing.'
'I don't think I can take another surprise Tonksie.'
'Gotcha!'
'…'
'Just kidding luv'
'Tonks!'
Hermione sat up and grabbed the nearby newspaper and hit her mate upside her head with the newspaper
'not'
*smack*
'Funny'
*smack*
'Tonks !'
*smack*
Her parents were at this point rolling on the floor in hilarious laughter, the stress of the evening lifted and they eventually sat down to dinner.
After the meal they retired to the living room, as Hermione excused herself to the lavatory.
Walking back in she saw a familiar book in Tonks' lap. Mortified she yelled
'Mum!' Hermione ran close trying to close the baby book.
'Oh Merlin you were too cute, just remember fair is fair luv, you didn't let me pull away my baby pics when mum showed you mine.' Tonks said with a raised eyebrow.
Grumbled and defeated she went over and sat by her dad, while the two women cooed over Hermione's baby pictures.
He softly elbowed his daughter, 'just think, there will be 3 of them when we join this Andy woman.'
Her face fell into her hands, 'for the love of…'