A Different Kind of Epilogue

Chapter Eight – It's the end…

Authors Note

I promised the cucking of the youngest male Weasley wouldn't last too long, and here it is… well… almost…

Ron apparated just outside his local pub, he'd stopped heading straight home after work after the fifth time he'd caught his Hermione and that arsehole Potter "mid-payment" as his wife had started calling it. This whole situation had been very rough on Ron, Hermione had the audacity to expect he get a second job to help them build a nest egg, which made Ron furious surely Potter having his way with Hermione was enough for Ron to deal with…

Thank Merlin his local pub was still a sanctuary, for the last three weeks after every workday he would apparate here and try to drink the pain and frustration away. Although the hangovers were rough in the morning, it beat having to sit at home listening to his continued humiliation.

As Ron walked in, he noticed everyone looking to a single table, Ron grabbed a butterbeer from the bar and wandered over to find out what was so interesting. When Ron's eyes fell on Hermione his heart stopped but when he saw Potter there as well his world dropped away.

"Good evening Ronald." said Hermione in what would have been a pleasant tone to everyone else's ears, but to Ron it indicated when the mocking would begin. "Harry and I are just having a lovely chat with some of your friends. I'd never thought to come to this place until Harry decided he didn't want to cook. Did you know they were incredibly surprised at how well-mannered and friendly I am?"
Ron, to garner sympathy in the pub, had been talking up his ill treatment at home, obviously leaving out the part about Hermione's infidelity. She seemed to be in the process of dismantling some of his exaggerations. "Ron mate, your wife is a gem." Yells out one of the bar regulars in a scouser accent "An' this Harry bloke aren't half bad etha."

"We were just about to sit down and enjoy some dinner Ron, did you want to join us?" Asked Hermione, Harry nodding beside her.

Not wanting to flag that there was something REALLY wrong at home, Ron had no choice. He nodded and went to take the chair opposite Hermione at the four-seater table Harry and Hermione had selected.

"Carn boys let's leave the Weasley family and their friend to their dinner. Don't want to make them uncomfortable!" Yelled out the bar tender, trying to coax the drunks back to the bar. As they wandered away, Harry struck up a conversation.

"So Ron, how was your day?" Speaking loud enough for the rest of the bar to hear but not loud enough to be considered yelling. Ron wasn't sure why he'd do that.

"Fine." Ron responded sharply and then began whispering angrily "Why are you here? You spoil my wife, you spoil my home, this is one of the last safe places I have left. Did you have to ruin this as well?"

"I'm glad to hear that, Ronald." Loudly replied Hermione, however then whispered a further response "Well, I just wondered how they would react when they realised your wife was someone else's mistress…" Hermione trailed off threateningly and then moved her hand under the table towards Harry.

Ron's eyes widened in horror as he realised she intended to literally soil the pub. Ron heard the tell-tale sounds of a zipper and then he saw Potter shiver.

Hermione never took her eyes off her husband, as her arm started to very slightly move back and forth. "I mean, I'm sure if you've told them horribly exaggerated stories about me, Merlin only knows the kind of rubbish you've fed them about yourself. Gosh I don't think I'll ever get used to how big this thing is…" Hermione trailed off, finally breaking eye contact with Ron only to stare longingly at Harry's groin.

Ron just sat stock still, he knew if he moved, he'd draw attention to them, if he left there would be questions but if he stays here it's just going to further compound the embarrassment and frustration that Ron felt… He chose the lesser of the three evils and just looked down at the table.

"H-h-h…Hermione what wou…would you like for dinner?" Harry asked, stuttering as he fought the moans that were building within him.

Hermione started flicked through the menu in front of her with her spare hand, not stopping the intimate massage going on under the table. "I think I'll just have the Caesar Salad, I do quite like mayo…" Hermione finally decided.

"And I'd suggest Harry that you get the bangers and mash, never a letdown in a pub. Would you say that's a good choice Ron?" Ron looked up from the table to respond only to realise Hermione was staring directly into Ron's eyes, a challenge within them directed at him.

"Ye..yeah, it's good…" Ron responded dejectedly

"Oh good! What will you be having Ron?" Hermione asked surprising Ron that she cared enough to ask.

"I'm gonna get a pint and the fish and chips."

"Wonderful, well here are some galleons, go up and order, we'll just have a fire whiskey on the rocks as well." Hermione said, effectively dismissing him like a house elf.

Ron stood from the table and began walking over to the bar, thinking to himself how much worse this night could get…

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Harry didn't even notice Ron leaving the table, he'd agreed with Hermione's plan to make Ron uncomfortable in one of his last bastions. He hadn't realised however that the plan involved him getting a hand job in public, not that he was complaining right now…

"Her-Herm-Hermione, you're going to have to be careful. I haven't seen you all day so I'm backed up something horrid. If you push me too far it's going to be difficult to hide what's going on." Harry stuttered out, continuing to suppress the moan that was threatening to burst from his throat.

"Oh Harry, that's the plan my love. I'm hoping that this will be the last step that pushes him over the edge to divorce. I'll take it as an added bonus and make it up to you, if you get cum on Ron.~" Hermione said seductively.

"What have you done with the real Hermione Jean? I can understand our dirty talk in the bedroom but here? I don't think the old Hermione would be able to make that request." Harry said with a laugh.

Hermione looked into his eyes "I've spent the last twenty years sexually repressed and then you come along a demolish every idea I had of a normal sex life. You've made me your mistress and I plan on making the most of the effective immunity I have within the magical community to act as wanton as I wish. Most if not all of which will be to your benefit." As she made this last statement, she picked up the pace of the pumping under the table.

Harry pushed his forehead into the table and his clothed arm over his mouth, trying to gain some control back and hopefully muffle any noises he was about to make. This is when Ron returned to the table and looked even more disgusted than before.

"The fucking bartender asked what Potter's relationship was to us and when I pointed out who it was, his only comment was that you two seem closer than he'd expect. Please I'm begging you don't ruin this place for me…" Ron asked pitifully.

Harry unable to even hear anything going on around him due to the pleasure he was receiving under the table didn't respond but Hermione just looked at him "You ruined my life, you ruined Harry's life. I plan on continuing to ruin yours until you break." At this point Harry couldn't take it any longer and grunted loudly. Ron was confused at first until he looked at Hermione who had a very pleased look on her face. Ron looked down and realised his black work boots now had a sheen too them. Ron's face went from green to red and back to green in a matter of seconds, before he dashed from the table to the bathroom.

As the other members of the bar looked over confused, Hermione spoke up "Oh I think he had something off for lunch, he was complaining earlier about his stomach." Harry now panting into the table said nothing, though moaning every now and then as Hermione occasionally stroked him again.

After a few minutes, in which Ron still hadn't returned from the bathroom and Harry was still hiding his face, their food was brought over by the bar tender. Once the bartender's back was turned Hermione brought her hand from under the table and licked her fingers. "Merlin I love this taste, it's like pure magic." Once she'd licked the worst of it up, she then cleaned the rest with her napkin and began to casually pick at her salad.

Harry, finally free of the ongoing stroking from Hermione finally sat up straight and began eating, not even bothering with his fly. While they ate and chatted quietly Ron finally returned from the toilet, having expelled his disgust his face finally settling on red to reflect the anger he was feeling. He began to whisper angrily the moment he sat down "That was fucking disgusting, if it wouldn't make things worse, I would storm out of here. DON'T do something like that again."

"Oh, I don't think we'll do THAT again Ronald" Hermione said, wiping some mayonnaise from her lips. She'd since finished her salad, it being quite a smaller dish when compared to the bangers and mash and fish and chips Harry and Ron were having. "Though I am still hungry..." she said, while knocking her fork off the table.

"Oops, I better get that" she said, ducking under the table and being hidden from sight by the tablecloth.

Ron being oblivious didn't realise what was happening until Harry dropped his cutlery and sat back in his chair suddenly. Ron was again torn, he knew full well Hermione had just started blowing Potter under the table, his appetite (surprisingly) gone he decided addressing questions the next time he was here was better than this ongoing public sexual humiliation. Ron stood and said "I'm going home, I can't take this…" he then ran for the door, slamming it shut behind him as he left.

Harry, realising they were now at a significantly greater risk of being caught began trying to eat his meal normally, while periodically tapping Hermione on the head with a finger to try and get her to stop. As stares from the other pub goers became too much for him to handle, he covered his mouth and, while pretending to cough, whispered forcefully "We can…*groan*…continue this after dinner, but if you don't stop we're going to both end up with public indec…ind…ah fuck…we'll get arrested!" The combination of Hermione's mouth, tongue and throat were making it difficult for Harry to concentrate.

With a quiet pop that only Harry could hear, Hermione stood up looking quite smug about seemingly having found her fork…

The rest of the meal went smoothly, with Harry and Hermione wishing all the bar goers well and promising to come back to eat again. Once outside, Harry practically picked Hermione up and they apparated directly to her bedroom. Quickly vanishing their clothes, Harry threw Hermione onto the bed, who quickly got onto her hands and knees and wiggled her rear at Harry. Growling like an animal, Harry grasped Hermione's hips with one hand and lined his cock up to her quim with the other. Hermione over the last few weeks had become quite accustomed to Harry's size, so seeing how wet she was he didn't hesitate to plunge himself up to the hilt from the beginning.
Hermione had found as they'd experimented that she enjoyed the feeling of being dominated during rough sex, stopping short of BDSM. She liked it when Harry took complete control and simply moved her where he wanted her and then hammered away at her through both their orgasms.

As Harry was pumping in and out of her with practiced ease and pace, Hermione who by this point was facing the door looked up to see her bedroom door open. She realised that there was nothing to buffer the noises they were making but she also didn't care. Hugo was having a sleepover at a friend's place at the moment and she certainly wasn't going to put up silencing charms for Ron's benefit.

Hermione hadn't been kidding around at the restaurant, sex with Ron had been monotonous. Always either missionary or a spooning position and the most experimenting Ron did was trying to stick it up her arse without consent. The sex had also been very one sided, Ron was having sex for his own satisfaction and in his eyes, it was Hermione's responsibility to get herself off during their short sessions. With Harry however, he was always striving to ensure she reached her peak at least once before he followed her over that cliff and he was open to trying anything she wanted, he'd even made suggestions to get the ball rolling and she loved it. It represented the freedom she hadn't had with Ron both inside and outside the bedroom.

Harry continued to plunge his length quickly and forcefully but altered his strokes as he reached around to begin fiddling with the small bundle of nerves just above her entrance. Hermione screamed out in ecstasy as she was pushed into her first orgasm of the night. Harry then pulled out of her, picking her up and carrying her to be pushed against one of the walls face first. She then felt Harry enter her from behind and begin pumping into her again. This time the wall acted as hard surface that made his thrusts feel even more aggressive and enable her to push back more effectively into them.

As Harry and Hermione were losing themselves in each other in the bedroom, Ron was sat in the kitchen listening too it all. He knew there was no reason to say anything. He'd asked them to put up silencing charms or even just close some doors, but they'd just laughed and Hermione had even suggested he leave the house while she "paid their dues".

Not being able to take it anymore, Ron stood up and headed for the Floo, as he threw the powder in he said clearly "The Burrow" and vanished in green flames.

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Walking into The Burrow, he saw that his mother was in the process of cooking dinner. Molly looked over as her son spoke "Mind if I join you for dinner mum, I don't feel like being at home right now…"

"Of course dear, I assume Hermione isn't very pleasant to be around without the potions?" Molly asked pointedly as Ron sat down at the table. She'd never thought the bushy haired mudblood was worthy of her son, but he thought he was in love and wouldn't hear a word against her at the time.

"Pleasant isn't the word mum, I didn't want to tell anyone, but I can't bear it anymore. She's made herself Potter's mistress and they are having…having…having…"

"Sex dear, I believe the word you're looking for is sex." Molly finished the sentence for her son.

"Yeah… constantly and they don't even care whether I'm there or not and I really only had one last safe haven besides work, which was our local pub. But they've just ruined that for me as well. I don't think I can stay married to her mum." Ron finished, sounding completely broken.

"Absolutely not Ronald, no one in this family is to get divorced!" Molly said sternly.

"Ginny did, why can't I!" Ron responded almost sounding again like the petulant child he used to be.

"That was…" but Molly didn't get to finish her sentence.

"No, it's not different. It's EXACTLY THE SAME. The potion has worn off and her true emotions have come through. The only reason we weren't divorced immediately like Potter and Ginny is because she can't actively divorce me. I thought I'd be able to wait it out, you know they'd get bored rutting like animals and then I'd get my wife back. But she's got no shame, she flaunts the collar she's wearing EVERYWHERE she goes, with Potter or me and when she's with Potter she hangs off him like some kind of wanton woman. I can't even go to Diagon anymore, people start whispering and pointing, I always wanted attention but not like this." Ron rested his face in his hands before continuing. "At least if we're divorced there will be an end to the whispering, I can just fade into the background once again…"

Molly looked over at her son, she'd wanted to yell and scream but he just looked so downtrodden. Ginny had been the same, the divorce had broken her, and her sons hadn't helped. When they found out their mother had cheated on the man they viewed as their father well… let's just say merging the Potter and Weasley tempers may not have been a good idea.

"Very well Ron, if you wish to divorce her, I can reach out to Percy and get him to organise the paperwork, you were right to keep this to yourself though. Something you don't know is that Ginny had actually cheated on Harry while they were together and that James and Albus aren't really Potter children. We're keeping that from the rest of the family, so I'm sure we can just her being is mistress to that list as well, though keeping them from larger events might be difficult, so you'll never truly be rid of them..." Molly explained sadly. She certainly wasn't ashamed of what she'd done for her children, she had done it before and she wouldn't hesitate to help Ron and Ginny out again if they needed it, but she was ashamed of how badly everything had ended, which was why they'd hidden everything they could from the rest of the family.
The major downside is that George, Charlie, Bill and Arthur adored Potter and Granger while Percy was, as always, neutral. This meant that the two of them would continue to be invited to big dinners and events for the Weasley family.

"I understand mum, I don't think they would act as brazen at The Burrow, so I could grit my teeth and bear with it."

"Well then Ron, let's get in contact with Percy and draft up divorce paperwork then…" Molly said with a sigh. She was devastated that all her best laid plans had fallen to pieces….

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Harry and Hermione sat together at the dining table in Grimmauld Place, as since Hermione had been issued with divorce papers from Ron two weeks after the pub incident, Hermione and Hugo had moved in. The kids loved this, as it meant they weren't the only children in their respective houses anymore, additionally Hugo was in awe of Harry's flying skills and was thrilled every time Harry took him out, while Lily adored that Hermione relaxed with her in the library. Both things Ron and Ginny never did with them, Ron too tired after work and Ginny uninterested in reading.

Harry looked over at Daphne, who was sat across from them and asked, "Is this really normal, he doesn't want Hermione to get anything AND expects her to take on the burden of the debt he incurred?" Harry had been outraged when he read the proposal the first time and immediately reached out to Daphne. Hermione had been hesitant at first, though she insisted she wasn't intimidated by Daphne…

"Think about it Harry." She said matter-of-factly. "Hermione has no power as a Muggleborn divorcing a pureblood, therefore Ron effectively gets to dictate terms."

"Why doesn't it say anything about custody, is the assumption that he'll retain 100% custody?" Hermione asked, a small amount of fear layered in.

"Yes, especially Hugo. The expectation being that he'd continue Ron's line of the Weasleys." Daphne responded again in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Could we argue the case that he has never actually spent time raising them and that they would be at risk being raised by him?" Harry put out thoughtfully.

"Unfortunately, they would quickly point out that Molly Weasley would be there to support her son and that he wouldn't be considered the primary care giver anyway." Daphne paused for a moment. "You need leverage, something you can hold over him to enable yourself to negotiate. I am well aware, as are most of the pureblood population, of the fact you've become Harry's mistress Mrs. Weasley, however the reason for that has never come to light. That could possibly be an angle to take if it is likely to shame your husband sufficiently."

"That could work. He did wrack up a HUGE amount of debt and likely wouldn't want his poor investment and betting decisions aired out. It would hamper his ability to remarry for sure." Hermione raised. Harry then added "We could also leak some details about the potion dosing? I know I can't talk about mine and Ginny's situation Daphne, but Hermione has no restrictions, right?"

"Hmm, that is a good point Harry, would you be open to telling your story Mrs. Weasley? You'd need to avoid anything related to Harry's situation, but you could openly discuss coming off the potions and the results from the purging potion from St Mungo's." Daphne pointed out.

"Miss Greengrass, please don't call me Mrs. Weasley, it makes me feel like Molly. Just call me Hermione or if you must, Ms Granger. Regarding talking to the press, I've got no problem if it gives us leverage. I'm assuming it's really just the threat of leaking and not actually publishing anything, and we'd then pay the author compensation for not getting to publish the story?" Hermione said.

"Very well Ms Granger and you are correct, our aim is to not actually publish anything but given your recent activities the Weasley family should buy into the threat hook, line and sinker." Daphne said in closing.

Both Harry and Hermione looked at each other and then nodded to Daphne. "Sounds like a good plan Daphne. Regarding outcomes from the divorce settlement, financials are fine he can keep the house and furniture, Hermione just wants her belongings, especially her books. The debt isn't an issue either, I can just forgive it and the family trust will eat a small loss for the year. Most importantly though is the kids, we… I mean Hermione wants as close to full custody of both children as she can get." Harry explained while Daphne was quickly righting down the objectives on some parchment.

"And I know I don't need to, but if you manage the custody piece I will payout your retainer as a bonus directly too you, in cash." Harry said with a smile.

Daphne looked up thoughtful and then countered. "How about instead of the cash, you promise me one thing."

"I'm listening," said Harry.

"Well, you said back when we finalised your divorce Harry that if I ever needed anything I could ask. Well, I have a situation, but it always felt like too much for a favour…." Daphne trailed off.

"What is it Daphne?" Harry asked, concerned in his voice. Hermione shuffled uncomfortably in her chair as she had an idea of where this was headed…

Daphne sighed "Well, my father has been giving me grief for a while now and I've been able to hold him off because of my career progression, but he has started making threats that legitimately have me worried I'm going to end up locked in a room somewhere on the continent…" Daphne trailed off again.

"I meant it when I said it. If I can help you in anyway, House Potter will be there for you!" Harry said, getting agitated at the thought of this bright witch being locked up. Unsurprisingly the idea of someone being locked away without reason struck a nerve with Harry Potter.

Hermione laughed at how oblivious Harry was to this request. Daphne looked at Hermione with concern, she knew they were involved and she risked aggravating her by making this request.

"Well, it was actually House Black I was hoping to get assistance from, since I assume Ms Granger is likely to become Mrs Potter in the near future." Daphne said with a grin. Hermione smiled, which for some reason gave Daphne some reassurance, Harry however was still looking confused.

"Harry, my wonderfully oblivious lover, I believe Daphne is wanting you to date her with the intention of keeping her father off her back. I'm sure it will be spun as 'courting for the House of Black' or some such pureblood nonsense." Hermione said, as lay a hand on Harry's shoulder and kissed his cheek.

Daphne blushed and then nodded; Harry just sat there processing what Hermione had said. "Ahhhh…Ummm… Well, I did say anything didn't I." Harry said with a laugh. "Very well, Daphne if you manage the custody side of things, I will begin courting you with the intention of making you Lady Black, I already know the only other member of the Black family will support this completely." Harry said, thinking back to when Andi had raised her as a prospective wife.

Daphne smiled brightly "Thank you both, I promise you the best outcome. The Weasley lawyer won't know what hit him!" She then stood up "I believe that is everything, I'll leave you two too enjoy your afternoon." She said, the smile not leaving her face.

Hermione stood but pushed Harry back into his chair "I'll walk her out Harry, can you get started on dinner?"

"Sure…" He said with an uncertain tone, staying in his chair for the moment.

Hermione and Daphne started walking towards the apparition point on the balcony. "Daphne, I just wanted to let you know I knew something like this was going to occur so I'm not going to poison the well or fight this in anyway. To be honest, I'm glad it's you. Harry has spoken about how hard you worked during his divorce proceedings and that you made him feel normal and safe." Daphne turned around, surprised at the response from Hermione. "Plus, I'd like it if we could get to know each, other after my divorce is finalised of course... I don't really have many friends, so having a girlfriend I can chat with too would be wonderful, especially since before all this happened I had wanted to go into magical law or politics so it'd be great to hear some stories from you." Hermione said with a sad smile on her face.

Daphne was taken aback, it suddenly dawned on her that although Harry and Hermione had gone through the same situation, there were key differences. Harry, although having some key decisions taken away from him, had been allowed a career and a future, while Hermione had effectively been kept in house arrest for the past 20 years. Daphne reached out and took Hermione's hand. "I'd like that but let's get you free first!" Hermione just smiled.

Not wanting to leave on a sombre note, Daphne quickly threw over her shoulder. "Well, I'd better go, make sure you two don't spend too much time making little Potters alright. At least hold out until you're married!" Hermione almost tripped over while she was walking through the door to the balcony and Daphne simply laughed before she disapparated.

Authors note

So, this was one of the last chapters I had mapped out on my story board. Updates are going to be a little slower moving forward. To be honest, I got a little distracted fleshing out a Honks story board that is through to chapter eight and is 3.2k words long…. I'm not going to start writing it until I finish this story but thought I'd best explain the shift to the planned upload schedule of once a month uploads.

For those that are interested in the other story, the bulk of the story covers the holiday break between GoF and OotP (So only 60 days) with the core finishing with Harry getting on the train and will contain an epilogue to wrap the story.
It's just a corny time travel fic about Teddy Lupin coming back and convincing everyone he's Harry's son. Running title at the moment is "Surprise Son" and while I'll be rating it M, it won't contain any smut. Slow burn Honks relationship story with minimal to no bashing and unlike most of them, I won't be shitting on Remus. I like the werewolf and although he was poorly written in canon, I think there are easy ways to redeem him.

As always, please don't hesitate to provide feedback, first attempt at FF and long form creative writing in general so any feedback is welcomed!