Comfort

Epilogue- a concluding section that rounds out the design of a literary work

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"Your dinner, mademoiselle," Remus stated, sitting the plate in front of Hermione.

"Thank you, monsieur," she said, breathing in deeply the wonderful aroma of the Chicken Kiev, asparagus with a light béarnaise sauce and fresh yeast bread. Remus smiled and kissed her cheek before sitting down beside her.

"I do like it when it's your night to cook," she sighed, taking a bite of the chicken. Her cooking had improved over the last seven years but she still could not compete with Remus' expertise.

They ate in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the food.

Remus' cottage was cheery and warm. The upstairs had been repaired and the roof had proper shingles. "It needed a woman's touch," he had stated once the little house had finally been put right.

"It was just lonely," she had replied teasingly.

"So how did it go today?" Hermione asked, sipping her coffee.

Shaking his head, Remus grinned. "You don't want to know. We have a new recruit that makes Tonks look like a graceful swan."

She laughed. "That bad?"

"Worse."

Remus was working at the Ministry training aurors. Three years ago when Fudge had been ousted by a landslide election, Kingsly Shacklebolt had been made Minister. He had promptly hired Remus, throwing out the legislation that had forbade werewolves from employment. A lot of positive changes had been made by the former Phoenix member.

"And your day?" he asked lightly, knowing she couldn't say much about her work.

"Uneventful," she said lightly, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Hermione worked in the Department of Mysteries. The top-secret nature of her research was such that she could not even tell her husband.

"Actually, I gave them my month's notice today," she said casually, as she dipped her spoon into the strawberry tart Remus had made for dessert. "I thought it was time for a career change.

"You know I will support whatever you chose to do, love," he assured her. "What kind of work were you interested in?"

Smiling Hermione looked directly into his eyes. "I thought I would try motherhood."

Remus dropped his fork and it clattered to the floor. "I see," he said slowly, bending down to retrieve the utensil. Rubbing it clean with his napkin, he looked sadly at her. 'Should I even try to think about it this time?'

They both had wanted a child so badly. It seemed they didn't have to wait long. Hermione found out she was pregnant five weeks after the defeat of Voldemort. They had slipped away from the party in the castle that night to the private room in the garden. There, she had become pregnant, the soul bonding spell broken once more. Four weeks after they had found out she was indeed pregnant their joy had turned to heartache when she had miscarried.

For the next three years they had tried to be positive. After five more miscarriages, Hermione had wanted to stop trying. Remus had felt the same. The pain was just too much and they did have each other. It was enough.

Then three years ago Harry and Tonks' daughter had been born and they had made the Lupins Lillian Potter's godparents. Hermione had wanted to try again. A baby had been conceived and again she had miscarried. The depression had almost destroyed her and Remus never wanted her to go through that again.

Now she was telling him she wanted to try once more.

"Hermione, sweetheart," he said gently. "We, I, can't bear to see you hurt."

Hermione smiled. She got up and went over to him. Taking his hand she placed it on her stomach. Pulling out her wand she tapped his hand. "Sensato."

A fluttery sensation ran through his fingers. It took him a moment to realize that it was coming from her. "Love?" he asked breathlessly, looking up at her. Tears were running down her cheeks.

"Yes. We already have a good start."

He shook his head, closing his eyes. "Hermione don't do this to us."

Putting a hand on his head, she stroked his hair. "You don't understand Remus. I am all right this time. The healer told us if I could make it past the first trimester there was a very good change I would carry the baby. Remus, I am sixteen weeks pregnant."

Raising his head slowly, he looked at her in disbelief. "Does this mean..."

"Yes," she said happily as he stood. "I went to the healer today. Our daughter is healthy and secure."

"Daughter?" He took her face in his hands and kissed her soundly. "We are having a daughter?"

"I hope that's okay," she giggled wiping the tears that had begun to run down his face.

"Okay? It's brilliant!" He hugged her tightly, then held her at arms length, then hugged her again.

"Remus, the healer told me it was safe to have 'relations' with my husband," she said suggestively.

He grinned at her. It had been several weeks since she had responded to his advances. "I was beginning to think you had grown tired of our love making."

"Never. I just wanted everything to be sure, just in case. Now that I know," she said mischievously, "I am finding myself hungering for my husband." She nipped his neck, running a hand down to cup his crotch.

"Vixen," he growled, kissing her passionately as he swept her off her feet and carried her upstairs, thanking fate for that night so long ago when she had only wanted to offer comfort to him.

The End.

AN/ I wish I could thank each and every reviewer individually. You have made my days. Thanks to AprilGrey once more for betaing and for being a great muse. God Bless.