EPILOGUE

Summary: Hermione Granger, one of the brightest minds of her generation, makes a decision that will ultimately change her future plans. At twenty-three, she finds herself moving to a strange town that's a hell-mouth for supernatural beings, pregnant, and in way over her head. And the father of her unborn child? The tall, dark and handsome werewolf, Derek Hale. Rated M for a reason.

Disclaimer: I do not own canon events and characters, they belong to J.K Rowling and the creators of Teen Wolf and MTV. This is purely for entertainment purposes and I am not making a profit from the posting of this. This is set after Season 3, and everything from season 4 onwards doesn't happen; so no deadpool, Beast, Dread Doctors, Wild Hunt or Hunters. Allison still died, Liam will still be appearing, and there is no Kira or Malia. Derek is 22 and Hermione is 23. I'm fudging the time line a bit, too.

AN

Alright, this is it. The final chapter. It's taken two weeks to get to this point but it's finally complete. Thank you for all your reviews, favourites, follows and views. I wouldn't have gotten it done without you all.

Tomato, my lovely viewers.

Be on the lookout for future HP x Teen Wolf fics, because I promise, I've got a few more lined up and in the works with pairings of Hermione/Stiles and Hermione/Scott.

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Three years later...

"Where are you taking me?" Hermione asked.

"You'll see, we're almost there."

"Derek, you know I don't like leaving the kids."

"There with the boys, they're fine; they're more protective over them than we are," he replied.

Hermione sighed, knowing it was true and that they were perfectly fine with Scott, Stiles and Liam, but that didn't stop her from worrying or missing them.

It was the middle of summer, meaning the boys where back home and visiting from college, Scott and Stiles had just graduated from their colleges that year and Liam had another year before he did the same. With them being gone most of the year, Teddy missed his Uncles and pack mates, so Hermione made it a point to take the children to visit them each at least once a week.

The boys were still unsure of what Hermione was or how she was able to teleport, and they'd all gotten used to the fact she wouldn't answer their questions, even Stiles had stopped asking and instead just went along with it. Of course there'd been a few near exposures over the years, but Hermione and Derek were able to explain away the instances, she was sure the boys didn't believe them but they never spoke of it again.

Hermione hated her pack being separated but there was nothing she could do about it; they had to live their lives and she knew they'd always come back. Beacon Hills was their home and it's where their pack was. Scott was studying to be a vet and once he achieved his goals, he would be taking over the animal clinic form Dr. Deaton who was waiting to retire until Scott was fully qualified. Liam was studying to be a doctor like his step-dad and Stiles had studied criminology, folklore and myths and legends. He planned on working with his father, solving crimes and catching criminals, but he was also going to be working alongside and liaising with Hermione when there was a supernatural case, that being the reason he'd studied mythology. Hermione was very proud of her boys.

Teddy now being eight years old only had three years left before he headed off to Hogwarts and she was dreading the day that it came. When the adoption papers had finally come through, Teddy had asked if he could be a Hale, too, and unable to deny him anything and feeling rather touched by his words, Derek had agreed and Teddy's name had been changed to Lupin-Hale. She'd never seen the blue haired boy so happy.

Unfortunately, a year ago, not long after Teddy's seventh birthday, Andromeda had died. Her magic had been destroyed by Bellatrix's curse, leaving her a Squib and while she had survived the incident, her body continued to weaken until it got to the point she could no longer walk and she was bed bound. Despite that, she'd remained in high spirits until she died peacefully in her sleep, going into the afterlife to meet with her long since departed family and Hermione knew she was finally at peace and watching over them.

Both she and Teddy had been absolutely devastated, as had Derek and the boys who had came to think of Andromeda as being their Grandmother. She'd certainly treated the boys as if they were her Grandchildren –and she insisted they called her Gran- and they'd loved her for her kindness and strangeness. For someone who had lived in the Wizarding World most of her life, Andromeda had certainly been strange in the boys' eyes, but they loved her all the more for it. If it hadn't been for her pack, neither she nor Teddy would've gotten through her death. Hermione was only glad Andromeda had gotten to meet the pups of the pack before she'd passed.

"Watch your step, there's a slope coming up," Derek spoke.

"Will you please tell me where you're taking me?" She all but begged.

"No, we're almost there and it'll ruin the surprise."

Hermione huffed at him and considered hexing him when he chuckled at her, but soon enough they were coming to a stop and Hermione sighed when Derek nuzzled at her neck and he placed a kiss over the mark he'd given her. They'd waited until after the twins had been born for Derek to give into his urges and mark her. He'd been worried at first that the venom in his fangs would turn her, -which he didn't want- or that it would do the opposite and kill her like it had Paige.

Hermione had been able to calm him, explaining that it was all about intent. If he intended to bite her for the purpose of marking her, then no venom would be injected into her system and nothing would happen to her. She was right. It had taken a few days for the bite to heal, it had and it had it scarred too, revealing to them that Hermione was in fact his wolf-mate and that it was possible for supernatural werewolves to have them, too.

"Just give me a minute," he said.

She felt his presence leave her for all but a minute before he returned to her, pressing his chest against her back and wrapping his arms around her, bringing his hands to rest on her flat stomach.

"Go on then, take it off," he instructed.

Hermione reached up and removed the blindfold from her eyes, blinking a few times until her blurred vision became clear and a smile pulled at her mouth when she saw the view of a lit up Beacon Hills and bright stars in front of her.

"This is where we had our first date, remember?"

"How could I forget? This is where I realised I was falling for you," she said softly, smiling when he placed a kiss to her cheek.

"I wanted to take you to the hotel we met at but it was too difficult to get you there without you being suspicious," he told.

"What do you mean?" She asked, looking up at him over her shoulder.

"He means he's been planning this for months, so you better appreciate this!"

Hermione startled and she pulled away from Derek and moved around him, blinking in surprise when she saw Melissa McCall, Sheriff Stilinski and her pack stood by the trees.

Teddy stood in-between Scott and Liam who both had one of the twins perched on their hips. The twins were now three years old and their wolf traits had started to make an appearance more frequently, though Derek assured her they wouldn't face their first full moon transformation until they were around five years old.

Scott had their son, Jason Remus, Jason being Derek's father's middle name and Remus being obvious. Due to his initials being J.R, everyone called him Junior. Liam had their daughter, Amelia Laura, Amelia being his mother's middle name and Laura his sister's name. The twins were a mixture of both parents, them both having Derek's tanned complexion and his dark eyes, but they both had Hermione's button nose and mahogany coloured hair, but poor Amelia had inherited her wild curls and they fell down past her shoulders.

Stiles had actually been with her when she'd gone into labour two weeks early at the cottage. He'd been no help at all, fainting the moment her water's broke. Given she lived in the middle of the woods, she couldn't make it all the way to the car or to the side of the road for an ambulance to meet her, she'd given birth at the cottage.

Hermione had contacted Derek, luckily he'd only been picking up some groceries with Teddy so he wasn't too far away, and hearing Hermione's growls and snarls in his head, he knew she'd do the same in person and they couldn't risk any one seeing her that way. Derek had raced home, but not before calling Scott. When they'd gotten to the side of the road, Scott was there, as was Liam and Melissa, with a bag full of medical supplies and a worried look on her face.

The boys kept a cold suffering Andromeda company while distracting Teddy as Hermione gave birth in the cottage living room with the help of Melissa and Derek numbing the pain for her. Stiles had fainted at his first glance of the new born twins in their parents' arms.

Their youngest son had be born the same way, only she had Andromeda with her. The boys had been away at college, Teddy had been at school, and Derek had been meeting with an allied pack when he received word. He raced back to her, picking Melissa up on the way to the cottage. Stiles had fainted when he'd received the phone call.

Stiles had their youngest son perched on his hip while he tugged at Stiles' t-shirt and laughed to himself. They'd named their now fourteen month old son, Andy, after Andromeda. And unlike the twins, Andy was a spitting double of his father, having Derek's complexion, dark hair and eyes and his nose, too.

When Hermione had found out she was pregnant, Derek had been the one to tell her. Her symptoms didn't make an appearance until she was around eight weeks, but Derek had picked up on the change in her scent four weeks before. At the news of her pregnancy, they both knew that the cottage could no longer house their pack without renovations, but when Hermione discovered that the only way it could be done was to build another floor, she decided against it, not wanting her cottage to end up like The Weasley Burrow.

Instead Hermione and Derek sat down and had a long talk about buying another property, but they'd eventually come to the decision to instead have the old Hale House rebuilt. Hermione tried to convince Derek otherwise, not wanting him to have to go back to the place where most of his pack had been murdered, but he was adamant that was where he wanted to raise their children. He may have had bad memories from what had happened with the fire, but the house had been the home of his pack and his childhood, and he wanted the same for their children.

After Hermione called in the magical contractors, within as little as two weeks the entire house had been rebuilt, decorated and was ready to be lived in. The house was restored to its former glory and even had a newly built extension that housed Hermione's library and potions lab. They kept the cottage and often used it as a place for them to spend some time alone together when one of boys would watch the children for them.

At the ages of twenty-six and twenty-five, Hermione and Derek had four wonderful children they adored, and the pack doted on them more than Hermione thought possible. Her children knew the love and safety of a pack and that's all she could ask for.

"Been planning what?" She asked confused.

Her eyes moved from the gathered group in front of her and flittered around her, seeing many of the trees being wrapped up in white fairy lights, lanterns being strung from tree branches and when she looked to Melissa, she looked to be on the verge of tears and Hermione spied the camera she was holding in her hands.

"I don't understand," Hermione said, turning around to look at Derek, her eyes widening and her mouth dropping open when she saw him on the ground and on bended knee.

"Te amo, es tan simple como eso. Estos últimos años contigo han sido los más felices de mi vida y sé que solo puede mejorar si te tengo a mi lado. Eres una mujer increíble y una madre amorosa, y sé que no soy la persona más fácil para vivir y te amo más por aguantarme. Creo que es hora de convertirte en una mujer honesta, y quiero que todos sepan cuánto te quiero. Entonces, Hermione Granger, ¿te casarás conmigo?" Derek said to her.

Three years of learning Spanish, Hermione was all but fluent in the language and therefore she understood every word Derek had just spoken. Tears welled in her eyes and fell down her cheeks, she felt her breathing pick up until she was letting out gasps and her hands shook. She was sure she looked a right mess, but she couldn't find it in herself to care.

She nodded her head like a bobble-head doll. "Sí,"

"Sí?"

"Sí, me casaré contigo, bestia peluda demasiado grande."

Derek's face broke into a large grin and he stood up and caught her when she jumped into his arms, hugging her to him tightly as she sobbed into his chest and shook in his arms.

"I have no idea what they just said, but it was beautiful," Melissa said to the others as she sniffled and pulled a tissue from her pocket. They snorted at her.

"I'm pretty sure she just said yes whilst also insulting him," Liam said knowingly.

"Sounds like her," Scott chuckled, before the group broke out into whistles and cheers.

Hermione pulled back from Derek, wiping at her face and laughing at them. Derek gave a nod and the children were put down, Teddy, Amelia and Junior running over to them and Andy being a little slower as he ran to them on unsteady feet. Hermione and Derek both knelt down on the ground and they were surrounded as their children hugged them tightly.

Teddy grinned at Hermione before he pulled something out of his pocket and held it in his palm, opening the black velvet box and revealing an engagement ring. She blinked when she saw it and Derek took the ring from the box, lifted her left hand and slipped it onto her finger.

To Hermione, the ring was beautiful because it was simple and Derek understood that she wasn't a materialist person, and although he could afford to buy her any ring she could ever want, he had gone simple knowing Hermione and that it would be what she wanted. Ron's ring to her had been simple, not because it was what she preferred, but because he hadn't bothered to put in any effort. He'd chosen the first ring he'd seen, and she knew Derek had done the opposite.

And while the ring he'd bought her might've been one of the cheaper options available, she also knew that it still would've cost quite a bit. Derek loved to spoil her and the quality of the ring looked too good to be cheap. In the centre of the white gold band sat a single round diamond, not too big and not too small. The band itself was embedded with tiny diamonds and it covered half of the band.

"It's perfect," she whispered, her tears still falling down her face.

She chuckled when Andy pushed his way through his gathered siblings, climbed onto her lap and placed a sloppy kiss to her cheek. Andy was a mummy's boy, just like Amelia was a daddy's girl. She had Derek wrapped around her little finger, and she wasn't much better with Scott, Stiles or Liam.

Derek let out a sigh of relief and she rolled her eyes at him, as if she wouldn't love anything he gave her. He knew her too well to buy her something she would hate.

When Hermione and Derek stood, the others approached them and hugs and congratulations were exchanged, as were tears between Hermione and Melissa.

"We're getting married," Hermione said, after finding herself back in Derek's arms.

"We're getting married," he smiled down at her, pushing her curls back from her face and over her shoulder. "And I have something for you," he said.

She frowned in confusion when he walked over to several picnic blankets that were laid out on the ground and the picnic baskets that she hadn't noticed. He dug into a basket, pulled something out and hid it behind his back as he approached her.

She raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled at her before showing her what he'd brought her. She looked at it in confusion.

A chocolate milkshake.

All chatter quieted down and they stared between Hermione and Derek, smiles pulling at their faces when understanding hit them and they shared looks of amusement. Hermione's main craving during all of her pregnancies had been chocolate milkshakes, but after drinking so much of it, she had stayed far away from the stuff when the pregnancies were over.

"You're going to need this," Derek smiled down at her.

"Why?" She frowned, taking it from him.

His eyes flashed the beautiful blue that she loved so much. "You're pregnant."

"Excuse me," she blurted out in surprise.

His eyes flashed again and his smile widened. "You're pregnant," he said, tapping his nose. "I can smell it; I picked up on the change in your scent this morning."

"I'm pregnant?"

"You're pregnant."

"Oh, bloody hell! I don't believe you! Your bloody super sperm's done it again!" She cried, reaching out to slap at his arm. "I swear, if it's twins, you won't live to see the wedding."

"Then we should probably elope before we get to that point in your pregnancy," he replied.

She scowled at him as he pulled her back into a hug, hearing the chuckles of the others. When she pulled away from him, they were congratulated again before they all made their way to the picnic blankets and sat down, eating their food and chatting and laughing between each other whilst the boys kept their eyes on the younger children.

From her place sat in-between Derek's legs, Hermione reclined back against Derek's chest and his arms moved to wrap around her, his hands resting against her stomach and he placed a kiss to her neck, all without turning away from his conversation with the sheriff.

Hermione looked around the group, her pack, and a content smile pulled at her face.

Blood was thicker than water, but nothing could break a pack apart.

Wolf blood was the strongest in existence and Hermione was thankful for the blessings it had brought her.

Love. Life. Happiness. Laughter, but most importantly, it had given her Derek and a pack.

Te amo, es tan simple como eso. Estos últimos años contigo han sido los más felices de mi vida y sé que solo puede mejorar si te tengo a mi lado. Eres una mujer increíble y una madre amorosa, y sé que no soy la persona más fácil para vivir y te amo más por aguantarme. Creo que es hora de convertirte en una mujer honesta, y quiero que todos sepan cuánto te quiero. Entonces, Hermione Granger, ¿te casarás conmigo?

Loosely translates to –

I love you, it's as simple as that. These last few years with you have been the happiest of my life and I know it can only get better if I have you by my side. You're an amazing woman, a loving mother, and I know I'm not the easiest person to live with and I love you all the more for putting up with me. I think it's about time I made an honest woman of you, and I want to show everyone how much I love you. So, Hermione Granger, will you marry me?

Sí, me casaré contigo, bestia peluda demasiado grande.

Loosely translates to -

Yes, I'll marry you, you overgrown furry beast.