A/N: So I can't guarantee when chapters will be posted, it depends on if I have time, and if it's on my mind. I am glad you like the story though, and thank you for the encouragement.

Disclaimer: We all know I don't own the HP series...

A Month Later

Hermione stared at the familiar man, who was sitting across the old wooden table, with his arms bound behind him. She had come to see the man, that had raped her almost five months ago, along with the man she married just a month ago. She smiled at her husband, as he tensed beside her when the other wizard entered, before looking at the other wizard. "You wanted to see me, Scabior?"

"I read about you're little wedding, love," He looked the same, as he had when she had first seen him in the woods, months before he finally captured the three of them. Some how he still managed to keep, the scarf which she left for Ron to find them, around his neck. "Had to get married, because you've ended up pregnant, and I always been good with numbers. So I added up the days, or months as it were now, and realized it couldn't be his."

"I will be this babies dad, in all the ways that will matter, you were just a sperm donor," Dean spat, trying not to let his anger get the better of him, or his wife would make him stand outside the room with Harry, and Ron.

Scabior just ignored the wizard, as he continued to lock eyes with the witch, who was staring at him in confusion, "You can't drive a mad man, any madder than he is, no matter where he is, love."

"Why did you protect me from, Greyback? Why not let him have a go with me?" The witch asked, leaning back in the magically cushioned bench, as she rubbed her stomach.

"Because he would had made you his slave," The older wizard answered, than stared at her stomach, "So you kept the baby?"

"I couldn't bring myself to end her life, she's part of me, and the good parts of you, even if what you did was horrible. You did everything to make sure, that I would be safe. Not that you would had realized, but I could tell in your eyes, after you left me alone that you felt guilty." She pulled a picture from her pocket, and placed it in front of the prisoner, "It's a picture of her, thought you might want it, we already have our own." She watched as he picked up the picture, and stared at the image, before looking at her husband, "I think we should go now, I want to go home now, she hasn't stopped shocking me since we got here."

"That's where you're wrong, love, I am a bad man." Scabior announced, before the couple could leave.

"I know you're not as mad, as you want me to think you are, because only the truly guilty here go mad. You're not as horrible as the other men here, which is why they make you stay in a separate room, so the others won't harm you. Your trial is in two months, and I am going to testify on your behalf, because even if you did help capture some of the muggles, and the supporters of the light, you never really joined a side. You would had collected death eaters, if the light were paying you enough, in fact I believe you did turn some in before the break out of Azkaban." She allowed her husband to lead her out of the room, where her other two best friends had watched the whole scene, from the two way mirror.

"You're going to testify for his freedom? Are you mental, Mione?" Ron shouted, as soon as the couple exited the room.

"He only did what he did, to make sure that Greyback, didn't do something worse to me," Hermione tried to reason, taking a step back.

"Something worse, he bloody got you pregnant with his bastard, and you say it could had been worse?" The redhead continued, ignoring the witches reasoning.

Dean stepped between his wife, and the redhead glaring, being a good foot taller than his old classmate, "You need to watch, how you're talking about my wife, and my child Ron." He could hear his wife sniffling, from the redheads words, right behind him, "It could had been worse, if Greyback had gotten to her, she would had become his mate. Meaning that her will would had automatically become whatever he ordered of her, since she had been a virgin. Scabior, even though I hate the man for taking something he didn't deserve either, saved her from becoming a servant. You know what would have happened, after we killed Greyback, during the war, she would had died where ever she was locked away as well." He looked at Harry, and smiled a little, "She wasn't the only one, who did research in school you know, but you know I am right."

"I know that, we don't all share the beliefs of Ron, I will get him back home to his wife," Harry walked to where his best female friend was, and wrapped his arms around her, "I will testify with you, if you would like Mione, because if you don't think he is that bad. Than who am I to go against, the brightest witch of our time." He lead his other best friend away, leaving the couple alone.

Before the wizard she had married could say, or do anything, he was pulled in for one of the most loving kisses he'd ever received. He tightened his grip around her smaller frame, and allowed the kiss to continue for a couple more seconds, before pulling away. "Not that I didn't enjoy this new step in our marriage, but what exactly did I do to deserve a kiss like that, and how can I get more of them?"

She blushed as they headed out of the prison, to where they would be able to floo to the Ministry, and than apperate back home. "I actually didn't know how you'd react, if you think it seemed to be forward like that, I am really sorry. It's the hormones, your mom-"

He placed a gentle kiss to his wife's lips, before pulling away, "I may as well confess something, since it seems you didn't have a clue, but I had fancied you since the year of the Yule Ball. I was actually wanting to ask you to go, but it worked out either way, because I got to accompany you back to the dorm after your fight with Ron. He was jealous that you went with Krum, even if he didn't understand it was just as friends, because you let him work at your table. I know you two were only friends, and I still managed to ask someone else, instead of getting hotheaded like our redheaded friend." Dean apperated them to his back yard from the Ministry, and than pulled her towards where his car was parked, "I want to take you somewhere that has always meant a lot to me, would you like to see my special place?"

Hermione smiled, as she allowed her husband to lead her to the car, and then drive them to his special place. "You could take me anywhere, as long as it's not by broom, or motorbike."

He laughed, as he took her hand, with one of his, "This car is charmed to not crash, and it doesn't go off the ground, so don't worry your pretty little head."

Hermione stared at the building, than at her husband confused, since they seemed to be in a part of town that she hadn't been before. "What is this place, Dean?"

"It use to be a dance studio, my mum use to make me take dance, until I got a letter for Hogwarts. They closed it down about the same time, I started attending Hogwarts for some reason, but I use to come here during the summers to see what became of this place. The family never sold the building, and sometimes I see the son walking around in here, since it belonged to his grandmother. He told me that his mother passed away, and he couldn't bring himself to sale it to some cooperation, because it was a family run place. I use to imagine making it a studio for my art work, and maybe an art school, for those who wanted to learn."

"I actually always thought you'd do something, with all the artistic talent you had, and actually surprised you weren't doing shows yet with your paintings in your room."

"You've seen my room?"

"I've taken over your laundry, of course I use magic, since I hate doing laundry. You didn't seem to notice the change," The witch answered, as she stared inside the window, and smiled waving her wand a little, "What would you call your studio?"

"The Escape," He answered, wrapping an arm around the witch, not noticing her wand movement.

"Why's that?" She asked, staring up at her wizard, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Not that I don't like the name, just curious as to how you came up with it."

"Because when people look at it, I want them to feel like they're actually part of the painting," He answered, smiling down at the witch, who was now leaning her head against his chest, "It's getting cold now, we should be getting back home."

"Actually, I want to take you somewhere else tonight, since you took me somewhere important to you," She glanced around the street, before shrinking her husbands car, and placing it in her bag, "Don't worry it's safe in here," she assured before apperating on the spot, to there next destination.

Dean watched as his wife unlocked the front door, before gesturing for him to go inside, and closing the door behind them. "What is this place?"

"This was my families house, when I was growing up, and been keeping everything up to date. I couldn't bare to let it go to waist, or have some bank take it away, so with my inheritance, and the money from there life insurance, I bought the house. I still couldn't bring myself to sleep here, that's why I was staying at the hotel, but slowly I started changing all the rooms. I actually was going to sale it myself, but I ended up falling in love with my childhood home, and it started to become mine the more I changed it." The witch answered, taking him into a room, that was painted white, with black, and white photos on the wall, showing different places of Hogwarts. "I took pictures after we rebuilt the school, and used it for decorations in here, and the black leather sofa's are new as well. Everything is more modern, than it was when I was a child, and more open as well."

He noticed a long bookcase, that had a fifty inch flat screen television in the center, fill with different books. With DVD's mixed in with some of the books, "Most people keep there DVD's separate from there books."

"Every book on this shelf, has had a movie made from them, so I keep them in this room. I usually read the books, than watch the movies when the book is finished, but since I read all of these already I just watch the movies now," She noticed the way the wizard stared at her, and rolled her eyes as she walked into the diningroom / kitchen, "I would sometimes watch movies here, after working on the house all day, before going back to the hotel. This is the kitchen, everything in here is new, and yes all the walls are white. The floors are all wooden, I hate carpet floors, and I figured that white would do, until I decided to changed them later."

"Everything is opened," Dean noticed, as he leaned against the stair case, and then noticed it was actually iron, and not wood, "So you designed everything yourself? This place looks nothing like the outside."

"I know, but do you like it?" She grabbed a scarf from her purse, and approached the wizard, "I actually came here with Seamus last week, because he knows you better than I do, and we worked on something, so I am going to blind fold you," she wrapped the scarf around his eyes, before taking him by the hand.

He heard a sliding sound, and than felt himself being lead downward, causing him to be a little nervous, "I only noticed one staircase, so how the hell am I being pulled down?"

"It's a ramp," Hermione kissed his lips, before pulling off the blind fold, and turning on the lights, "I thought you might like a place, where you could do your own art, so I ordered anything you might need for a proper art studio."

"This is fantastic," He pulled the witch into a very passionate kiss, and heard her gasp as he pressed her against the wall. He pressed his forehead to hers, as he tried to catch his own breath, "I want you more than you'll ever know, but I completely understand, if you weren't ready -"

Before he could finished his sentence, she had pushed him back towards where there was a twin bed, causing him to fall back pulling her over him, "I want you to, Dean."

He stared into her eyes, before pulling her into another heated kiss, as he leaned against the headboard. "I love you, Mione, and I won't let anything happen to you two."

She smiled at her husband, "I love you to, Dean."

Dean woke up with a warm body against him, and what looked like an art store, "Wha-" He looked down to see his witch, and than remembered the art studio, which she had made just for him. He watched as her hand went to rub her stomach, and couldn't help but think about the baby, that he already loved. He lowered the blanket, that was covering them, and rested his head over the small bump, "I want you to know something little one," he kissed around his wife's naval, "You are my child, no matter what you might hear people say, I am your dad." He pulled the blanket back up to cover his still sleeping wife, and pulled her into his arms falling asleep once again.

A Couple Months Later

Dianna stared at the nursery, which had the story of Cinderella, painted around the wall. "I can't believe that in a months time, you will have a little baby," she placed a hand on her daughter in-laws stomach, "I use to read Cinderella to my boys, because I loved the story when I was little, Dean, was the only one who questioned the story."

"What do you mean?" The witch asked, as she placed the crib bedding around the crib, and used her wand to hang the matching blue curtains.

"He asked me one day, when he was only five years old, wouldn't it be better if the prince married one of the sisters? That way Cindy, would get her home back, and her step-mom wouldn't even have to bother her." The older woman explained.

"He called Cinderella, Cindy?"

"He couldn't say her full name, none of the boy could at the time, but yes." The older woman smiled, as she stared at some of the baby things, and turned to look at a photo. "Who is this man?"

"That would be the sperm donor, as Dean, like's to refer to him as," Answered the witch, as she rubbed her stomach, "It's actually a magic device, Scabior, has the matching frame, and when we say a special word, it will let him know we're headed to the hospital. We have five duplicates of the mirror, with different picture, in the most visited rooms to inform him. It's a one time thing, so it will wear off after we activate it, for the first time."

"Hey, I just finished painting the dresser, it's just drying now in the studio," Dean walked over to where his mother was, and gave her a hug, "I didn't know you were here, mom."

"I had just stopped by to see how Mione, and the baby were doing," Dianna answered, kissing her sons cheek, before looking back at the witch, "You two did a brilliant job with the nursery, but where are the toys?"

Hermione smiled as she walked over towards, what looked like a closet, but was actually a play room once you opened the door, "This was my own bedroom, when I was a little girl, and the room the baby is going to sleep in was my moms craft room."

"It's like a toy store in here, and some of these toys look like the toys, from when I was a little girl," The older woman explained, as she looked at the different baby dolls, and the small play tea area.

"Some of these were from when my mother was a little girl, and some of the other things, we picked up at different antique shops," The witch knelt down beside a porcelain doll, and cradled it in her arms, as she turned to look at her mother in-law, "This use to be my grandmothers, mothers, mine, and now the little ones. It's been in the family for a long time."

"It's in such great care, she looks beautiful," Dianna smiled at the witch, as she stepped out of the playroom, and back into the nursery, "So this weekend, Mione?"

"This weekend?" The young woman questioned, staring at her husband, who had just shrugged his shoulders. She looked back at Dianna, "Do I have a doctors appointment?"

"Know it's a baby shower, I thought I told you last week, must have forgotten." Dean's mom laughed, as she hugged her children, and hurried out of the door, "I'll pick you up at two, on Saturday. Bye."

Hermione leaned against the wall, and sighed with her eyes closed, "This Saturday, we're suppose to testify for Scabbior," she had tear sliding down her cheeks, as she rubbed her stomach, not meeting her wizards eyes, "I promised myself, that our daughter won't see her dad, while he is in jail. I've lied to her al-"

Dean pulled his wife into his arms, and kissed the top of her head, rocking her gently, "Mione, it'll be alright you'll see, the hearing is in the morning. It should be over by the time, that way we still have time for the shower."

She smiled up at her wizard, as she rubbed her stomach, "What would I do without you?"

"I don't even want to know," He answered, leaning in to kiss the witch.

She smiled leaning her head against his chest, "Neither do I."