Chapter 19

The Epilogue

Happily Ever After?

Theo found that things easily returned to the perfection that they had been before Hermione's kidnapping. He could not have been happier about that. Draco's violent urges seemed to have been placated and he went back to being the bookish nerd that Theo so adored and the submissive that gave into Theo's every desire. Even thinking about how obedient Draco was got Theo's cock harder than steel until he was able to have his way with him.

The unwanted guests had been disposed of and the rental car had been dumped near a brothel over the border in Mexico after being parked at several seedy bars and clubs on the way south, each of which didn't have surveillance cameras. The GPS would tell a very interesting story when someone started looking for Weasley and Potter. Theo wasn't concerned as Hermione would be all wide-eyed innocence when the police asked if she had seen them. Maintaining her peace and happiness was of the utmost importance to Theo. There was nothing that he would not do in order to keep her safe and her mind easy.

...

Waking up between his little pets gave Theo a sense of pleasure and completeness that he had never felt before. He mourned Cedric's loss privately, but felt the sorrow lessen as his new life fell into place. Hermione and Draco more than filled the spot that Cedric had left vacant, though never replaced him. Theo was sure that having replaced Cedric with not one, but two lovers would have amused him greatly..

His pets were happy, he was happy. Things were perfect. They needed an activity though, Theo knew that they couldn't just sit around the house and fuck in perpetuity – despite how appetizing as that sounded to him. He had his own work after all and couldn't ignore it forever just to give his darlings mental stimulation.

So, Theo Nott came to the decision that Draco and Hermione could return to their university programs that they'd paused in order to come to California for the funeral.

Of course, Theo wasn't allowing either of them to return to England. No, that was much too far and Theo would not allow for that amount of distance to exist between them. However, UCLA had an excellent physics program and it hadn't been too terribly difficult to get Hermione's transfer approved, being a prodigy and all.

Draco had been slightly harder – it took a couple bits of blackmail and an assault or two – but it worked out in the end. Biochemistry was a highly competitive program and after a couple students unaccountably didn't accept their spots and another went missing, the department had managed to find a place for Draco Malfoy in the spring. A gun to the head of the Dean of Admission, when he met his mistress at a hotel that Theo just happened to own, didn't hurt much either. Though of course, Draco didn't need to know the finer details.

Hermione was so excited to return to school that she'd been bouncing off the walls and rambling on and on about it in enthusiasm.

Theo sat them down for a serious discussion, holding both of their hands as he sank to his knees, attempting to act as the supplicant. "I hope you understand my perspective. I am not risking anything happening to either one of you again. I refuse to put your safety at risk so Zabini and Pansy are assigned to you whenever you leave the house." He explained, dimming Hermione's outlook on school slightly. "I promise that Pansy won't interfere with your classes love, she'll just be there so that no one tries to use you to get to me again." His thumb rubbed over her knuckles and he smiled up at her.

"You're irreplaceable," Theo whispered, looking at her, but squeezing Draco's hand so that he knew that the words were for the both of them.

The reality of the life they lived and the danger they would constantly be in couldn't be ignored. Constant vigilance was a lesson he needed them to understand, and after sitting with them, it seemed they did.

...

Pansy was amused to discover she wasn't the only private security in Hermione's classes. She took to playing poker with two of the guys on the four man security team for the son of the ambassador of Brunei, or trading fashion opinions with the very gay man who was on the security team for some childless tech billionaire's nephew.

Pansy of course neglected to say who Hermione was exactly, but just that she worked for the little brunette's boyfriend. The security teams were unlikely to help her with Hermione if there was a breach, but Pansy could definitely tag along with the extractions. She'd already paid off everyone on the Embassy team to make sure that that was the case. Government contracts did not pay nearly as well as Theo did.

The twelve little nerds and their professor were all up in the front talking about something Pansy couldn't follow, but the security in the back were discussing some of the recent active shooters at colleges across the country. and the various ways out of the science building. Pansy found it as intellectually stimulating as Hermione did, albeit in other ways. She missed spending every day with Fleur, but Theo was rewarding them both with more time off when Hermione wasn't in class. They were certainly enjoying that, even though Fleur had started to talk about extending their family. It was still a little vague, but Pansy had a suspicion that Fleur had picked out a sperm donor from among their friends.

Pansy wasn't sure she was ready to trade in stilettos for diapers. Maybe they could get a hot au pair to help if Fleur was really set on this.

That might be worth bringing up to her wife, since they hadn't had their own little plaything in a very long time. That would definitely bring Pansy around to the idea of having a baby.

...

Watching Hermione laying naked in their bed, the sun shining down on her bronze skin, Theo thought she looked like a Goddess. The scars were still visible despite the plastic surgery that had been attempted so far. Regardless of them, though, Theo was struck again by how beautiful she was. He ran a hand over her flat stomach and imagined how it would feel swollen with his baby. He wanted that, wanted Hermione to be completely and incontrovertibly his.

He needed an heir to leave all this too, a son or a daughter who would grow up with enough love and protection that he wouldn't need to worry about a knife in his back. He may struggle with the softer emotions, but Hermione didn't. She'd be the perfect mother.

Looking at her again, Theo thought about how it might work. Their university programs were nearly over, once they had graduated there was no reason that he couldn't have whatever he wanted.

...

"Honey, I picked up your birth control from the clinic." Theo smiled as he handed Hermione the package of sugar pills that he'd gotten made up for her.

"Oh they look a bit different from British ones, I guess that's to be expected though." She said so innocently while she smiled at him appreciatively. She took one immediately, setting a reminder on the new phone Theo had gotten her so that she would not forget going forward. He kissed the top of her head, using her curls to hide the grin of excitement.

The plan already in motion, made his cock throbbed with anticipation, now he just had to wait and see how fertile his perfect little pet was.

"I think you should take a little break," Theo kissed Hermione's neck and pushed her textbook aside, it bumped against Draco's book and he looked up from his own reading. Licking his lips as Theo's hands began roaming Hermione's body, Draco's full attention was on the pair of them.

"I was nearly done with that passage," Hermione protested but her body reacted to Theo's touch and the moan slipping from her lips just further confirmed his knowledge of what she really wanted.

"And it will be there waiting for you, after you take a little break," he assured her, his palms rubbing her nipples through her thin tank top. "Come on princess, it will be good for you."

When she didn't utter another protest, Theo scooped her up in his arms, carrying her up to their bed, Draco at their heels.

He threw Hermione on the bed and began ripping her clothes off without any further delay. Draco behind them was throwing his articles of clothes onto the pile, eager to join in the fun.

"Warm her up, dragon," Theo ordered Draco. With enthusiasm, the blonde pounced on Hermione, kissing his way down her body while his fingers pinched and stroked her sensitive bits while Theo slowly stripped.

"Don't forget to stretch her out, make sure she's nice and ready for me," Theo added, he was rock hard and aching to take her cunt, but he couldn't deny that watching Draco fuck their princess with his fingers was just as enjoyable. It wasn't too long ago that he was watching them through a computer monitor, now he got to be there with them and fuck them both. Perhaps he should donate to a church to thank God for answering all of his prayers. He smirked at that, thinking perhaps it had been the Devil instead.

Draco slid over Hermione's body, parting her lips and easing his cock inside her. Draco kissed her, tangling his fingers in her hair as he thrust into her, her legs wrapping around the blond's waist.

Theo crawled behind Draco, kissing his neck and watching his cock disappear inside Hermione who was winding up for her first orgasm. She broke apart around Draco, her back arching and her nails biting into the pale shoulders as Theo watched, the blood on Draco's skin making Theo's cock almost painfully hard.

She was ready for Theo, so wet and swollen, the perfect place to plant his seed.

"Pull out before you cum," Theo whispered into Draco's ear, making the other man shiver as Theo nipped him hard so he wouldn't mistake the command for what it was. Draco obeyed, pulling out and thrusting his slick covered cock into his hand until he was shooting his cum on her stomach.

"Good boy," Theo purred, coaxing him to lay down. His dragon was taken care of and now he needed to fuck his heir into their princess. Theo slid easily into her—Draco had done such a good job preparing her for him. She felt like heaven, if heaven was a hot dripping cunt.

Theo pounded into Hermione, grabbing one of her legs in order to drape it over his shoulder to allow his cock to explore deeper, filling her further. Her tits bounced with every thrust of his hips, her book necklace had slid off from where it was nestled between her breasts and was now tangled in her curls.

Seeing her flushed face under him and her lips parted in an 'O', Theo pounded into her harder and harder, trying to get his cockhead as close to her womb as he could possibly manage.

Theo wanted to breed her, fill her, own her forever. Theo needed her to be with child soon. His child. Until that was a reality, Draco would not be coming inside of her. He could make a baby after Theo had his heir, his perfect little mix of himself and their brilliant, beautiful princess.

Theo spilled deep inside her as her body milked him.

"Yes," he whispered into her ear. "That's daddy's good girl. Take all of me." Take all my cum and make it into a baby, yes. He left that last part unsaid, but he ran his hand over her abdomen after they finished and willed his seed to take root and grow there.

...

Draco sat in Theo's lap, drowsy, as Theo finished up some paperwork at his desk, enjoying the feel of Draco's body pressed against his. Draco's cheek was pressed against Theo's shoulder as his head lolled slightly as he half-heartedly fought sleep. Theo had fucked Draco to orgasm twice on top of the desk before settling in to deal with work.

"I'm thinking about asking Hermione to marry me," Theo murmured into Draco's ear, "Would you mind?" He asked, making small circles on his pet's thigh with his thumb. His hand ran up Draco's chest rubbing the initials that Theo had carved there, more permanent than any wedding ring.

Draco shook his head, still resting against him. "Will it make you happy?"

"Yes, but I want you to be happy too. You have to know I would marry both of you if the state allowed-," Theo began, but Draco turning in his lap cut off his explanation.

"I could never imagine Hermione being a Malfoy, but I could imagine her as a Nott." Draco stated, his silver eyes filled with the truth of his statement.

Grateful, Theo claimed Draco's mouth with his, knowing he'd never let either of them go. Ever.

...

Luna and Blaise's wedding had been an intimate affair at a rented mansion overlooking the ocean. The bride had been resplendent and Blaise was the butt of too many jokes about his obvious affection for the strange little woman who would be his wife.

Fleur had been thrilled to be the maid of honor and Draco had been shocked to be asked to be Blaise's best man, since Theo was occupied with giving the bride away. The dozen or so guests were nearly all Theo's people. Luna had two awkward researcher friends from the East Coast as her personal guests, but otherwise the event was all family.

A crashing wave as the couple kissed led to a picture perfect moment that the photographer captured to Theo's delight, happy to see his friend and his lover's cousin so contentedly wed. Theo's fingers on the slightly rounding swell of Hermione's belly gave him a calmness that he'd never known, as Draco smiled at him from his position next to the groom. Her engagement ring sparkled on her finger, red like blood, a ruby instead of a diamond. Theo wasn't always one for tradition and their relationship had been forged in blood rather than purity. It made a nice metaphor.

Hermione wanted their wedding after the baby came, not wanting to be pregnant in their wedding photos. Theo respected her request, now that she was his,for there was nothing in his power that he would deny her. After how easily she'd accepted a birth control failure, Theo wanted to reward her for being so good. He'd come up with a thousand different ways and he had nothing but time now.

...

Sixteen Months Later…

Theo was still covered in blood when he got home, his hands nearly dripping with the crimson liquid. Adrian had dropped him off late and went directly home to go detail the car or whatever he did when Theo got blood all over the upholstery. He'd needed to have a somewhat more hands-on approach with the son of a bitch who had tried to infiltrate one of his operations. Theo didn't like spies, the man's head was currently in a box on its way to his boss back in Chicago.

The entire business had both pissed him off and made him restless. The urge to do something else brutal in retaliation was buzzing underneath his skin.

As soon as he got inside the door, he heard a soft little mewling sound coming from the baby's room. He wiped his bloody hands on his pants instead of going straight to the incinerator chute.

"Elen, love," Theo looked down at his perfect little daughter who wasn't crying, only staring up at him in interest. "What are you doing awake at this hour? Waiting for your papa?"

He picked her up and rocked her carefully, murmuring soft words of love in Armenian to her. He smelled the top of her head and basked in the scent of her, his perfect little girl. Like her mother and his dragon, his baby daughter was his. His to treasure, his to protect.

The smell of her never failed to soothe him.

Theo realized that he'd managed to get blood on her perfect little cheek. "Aw pumpkin, let papa just wipe that off." Theo only managed to smear the blood even more and Elen made a sound like a giggle in response. "You take after me, don't you my little light?"

Theo started to put her back down so that he could go get cleaned up, but Elen immediately started to fuss.

Theo sighed, scooping her back up unwilling to let her cry unattended. "Shhh, I'm sorry I made a mess on you. No worries; the bad men are gone and can't get you now. You're safe and I'll always keep you safe like mommy and dada." He rocked her as he carried her down to the bathroom that contained the incinerator.

Maybe he ought to put a changing table in here? Just for nights like this, he thought as he laid her down carefully onto the rug at his feet. He stripped and tossed all his bloody clothes down the chute, the heat coming out of it warmed the room. Elen stared up at him with quiet attention. He lifted her, intending to clean her up as well. They could go take a bath in the bathroom that was farthest from where Draco and Hermione were probably passed out in exhaustion. It had to be close to four in the morning. And Elen had probably worn them out today. He considered getting a nanny, but the idea of allowing an outsider near Elen made his stomach clench.

"Your clothes need to go down the chute too, my darling one, and then how about a bath with Papa? Mommy and Dada must be so tired if they haven't woken up yet. We'll let them sleep won't we, my treasure? We can have some time together just the two of us and I can tell you all about my day. You'll like that won't you?"

Elen gurgled in response as he shifted her little naked body against his chest. He nuzzled her slightly with his cheek, even though a slight stickiness told him he was blood-splattered there too.

"That's my sweet girl," Theo murmured as he dropped her footie pajamas and diaper down the chute. He pressed another kiss to her tiny dark curls, so much like her mama's. "Papa's perfect, perfect girl."