Unbroken

Epilogue Part 1: Sixteen Months Later

Hermione POV

It's been nearly a year and a half since I remembered everything about my relationship with Harry in the tent. The divorce went by smoothly as ever and Ron and I parted on amicable terms. While we're not nearly as close as we used to be, I find that I'm not nearly as bothered by it. He's still working at the joke shop with George and going strong with Lavender who now lives in the house I once did with him. Harry and I moved into Grimmauld shortly after the divorce.

The Weasley's were more than welcoming to Harry and us especially after the truth was revealed. Harry, being Harry, begged them to forgive Ron for his misgivings. The family did but Ginny and George still regard him coldly. Speaking of Ginny, she's getting married to Draco tomorrow.

"Harry? Did you try on your suit?" I call to him from the kitchen in our house at Grimmauld. He's been in our room for the last half an hour.

When no response comes, I go up to find him. I open the door to our room and see him standing in front of the mirror, dressed in black trousers but shirtless. I fight back my arousal at seeing his toned and lean back muscles while I saunter up behind him to wrap my arms around his front.

"Counting scars?" I jokingly ask him with my cheek pressed against his back. The resulting rumbly laugh from him vibrates through my body.

"I have so many of them," he tells me with a tinge of regret costing his voice. I sigh against him and nod my agreement before he take one of my hands and guides it to his right side, "I'm proud of this one, though."

I recognize it as the wound he took for me during the graveyard battle. The only other scar he's proud of is the basilisk bite he received in his second year. I'm sensing a pattern here. I trace up the scar on his side and press a kiss into his back once the realization hits me. He's proud of those scars because they're the ones he got from saving or avenging me.

"I love you, but if you ever think about getting another scar for me, then you can forget about us making love," I threaten him with no intention of following through on it. It is a warning, though, for the self-sacrificing idiot.

Uh-oh, I realize I'm in trouble when he slowly turns around with that devilish smirk written on his face. Before I can even think, he lifts me into his arms like I'm featherlight and pulls my legs to wrap around his waist.

He leans up to me and says, "why are you making empty threats, love?" He smugly looks at me and wastes no time in attacking my neck which I freely give to him. I'm not yet ready to concede defeat, though.

"I...mean...it...Harry...James," I breathe out between gasps and moans as he relentlessly kisses and sucks on my neck. He knows he's got me right where he wants me.

"Really?" He brings his hands into the action by using them to take my shirt, his own black t-shirt, off. "Watching you in my clothes is my second favorite thing, love," he tells me again as his mouth travels down my neck to take a nipple into his mouth.

A moan is pulled from my lips and I can feel the intensity of the pleasure start to overwhelm me. I breathe to him, "what's...your...first?"

The cheeky prat looks up at me and ceases his assault on my breast, much to my dismay. He undoes the laces on my pants and pulls them off me before saying, "taking them off of you." He begins his attack again and takes me to our bed after pulling my pants completely off, baring me to his vivid green eyes that are turning black with desire.

Wait, is he not going to join me? He's not just going to leave me here, right? He better not. I nearly jump out of the bed with joy when he slithers up the bed to hold himself above me, his forearms on either side of my head.