Hermione sighed and stared out at the dreary winter day. Her divorce was final and her ex husband would be remarried tomorrow. Their friends were all busy preparing for the shotgun wedding and her children were at the Burrow.

She took a swig from the bottle of whiskey and sighed. This was not how her life was supposed to have gone.

She turned when Teddy Lupin appeared with a crack. His eyes gleamed like copper ore and his hair suddenly turned to a riot of caramel curls.

"You okay, Mione?" Teddy smiled at her with his wide eyed look of complete innocence.

"I'll survive, Teddy." Hermione cocked her head. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing nefarious, oh, goddess of perfection." He dropped to his knees and bowed to her in mocking supplication. "I just thought it would be a good idea to get you out of this house for a night."

"Teddy, you are a twenty six year old man. You can find better company than mine." Hermione shook her head and narrowed her gaze.

"I'm still dragging you out of here. This is no way to spend your first night on the prowl." Teddy smirked up at her and waggled his brows.

"I am not now nor have I ever been on the prowl." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Don't you have something to do for the wedding?"

"Nope. I'm enjoying my status as king of irresponsibility." Teddy grabbed her bottle and took a swig. "Come out with me tonight."

"Sorry, the goddess of perfection has plans already. Besides you're only a king." Hermione grinned.

"By the divine right of kings, I command thee, come out with me this midwinter night." Teddy stood and stared down his nose at her and winked. "It's not like I'm doing anything illegal or weird. I just want to take you out for a bit of fun."

"I'm 45. I'm a bit passed having a bit of fun." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest.

"You're not a bit passed anything. You're a witch in her prime." Teddy looked her up and down. "Enjoy tonight. You can always sulk tomorrow."

Hermione caught the flash of his wand and felt her clothing transform. She looked down to find yourself in a slinky, dark green dress.

"Fix your shoes. I can't do those death traps women call shoes." Teddy shrugged and winked at her. "Come on, love. Give us a heel."

"There's no getting around this, is there?Hermione rolled her eyes and transfigured her shoes.

"All hail good King Teddy." He snickered and grabbed her hand.

Hermione woke up in a strange room. The ceiling was twenty feet up and bifurcated with old beams and duct work. She blinked and frowned at the wide, uncovered windows currently allowing the sunlight in to torment her poor head. Damn, she needed a potion. She blinked and began taking stock of her situation.

The sheets were slick like silk. She rubbed her fingers along them. Definitely silk and impractical. She dragged in a deep breath. The air was clean. She eased onto her back. Her body was sore in a delightful way. She closed her eyes and remembered flashes of the night before.

The sudden shift of the mattress beneath her had her scrambling for her wand.

"A tiger in bed and out? How did I get so lucky?" A deep chuckle sent a shiver down her spine.

"I'm a bit fuzzy on the details myself." Hermione blushed and accioed her dress.

"Don't rush off." The warm large hand of a man caught her bare shoulder. "I'd like to get better acquainted."

Hermione shivered as her magic swelled within her and reached out to the man. It wasn't the easy and comfortable bond to which she had grown accustomed in her years spent with Ronald. His magic met and matched hers. It licked along her like unburning fire. She closed her eyes and moaned as the magical resonance thrummed through her. He turned her easily and pulled her back into the bed.

"You're a witch. You know what this means." He pressed his lips softly to her neck. "We belong to each other."

"It's a myth." Hermione forced her eyes open as he slid his body along hers. She turned her head toward him and looked deep into his silver eyes. There was no disdain or disappointment in his gaze. She clutched his shoulder and sobbed.

"This isn't a myth." Scorpius Malfoy stroked a finger along her arm.

"You're my daughter's age." Hermione fought against the drugging effects of their combined magic. "I'm too old for you."

"You are my witch." He pushed her down into the feathered bedding and slid his narrow hips between her legs. She could feel him hard and long against her thigh. She bit her lower lip and raised her hips in invitation.

"Not this time, Hermione." He smiled at her. "Last night I was too overwhelmed, but I need the words now."

"I can't." She arched up underneath him. Their bodies touched and magic arced through them sending waves of bliss through her.

"Our magic won't let you deny me. This bond is a gift. Say the words." He rubbed his whiskered cheek against her shoulder. "Say it."

"Please." She clutched at him.

"You were going to leave. You want to deny this." He nipped the shell of her ear. "You are mine. I am yours. Don't deny us."

"I'm old enough to be your mother." She gasped as his hand yanked her thigh up to his hip. "This can't be right."

"Our magic says otherwise so I don't give a buggering fuck about your age. We won't wait on children." He let go of her thigh and pressed his palm over her womb. "Our babies will grow here. Say it."

Hermione looked up into his eyes and took a deep breath. He could force her. He could bring her to her knees with magic alone.

"I'm muggle born."

"A fact with which all of the wizarding world is well acquainted. It doesn't matter."

"You're a Malfoy." She trembled as the magic poured through her.

"Say the words and you will be as well." He kissed her temple and sighed as she shook. "Resonance won't be denied. You know the facts."

"Merlin help us when your family finds out." Hermione turned her head and locked their gazes once more. "Mine won't be much better."

"You have to say it." He pressed her into the mattress with his hips.

"I'm yours, Scorpius Malfoy. I'm yours and you are mine."