Chapter I – The Thomas'

Dean didn't know what to think as he starred down at the letter in his hand. Twenty-five years … it seemed incredible to him that it had been that long since he had graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Life had sure changed since then. The thought of seeing everyone again brought a smile to his face. He really didn't get out to see all of his friends as much as he would have liked. Especially in the last few years. It still blew his mind to think about. All these years and he was still happily married to Parvati, something he never thought would stick.

Dean leaned back in his chair and grinned at the memory.

He had been fourteen and not quite sure why he seemed to be constantly randy. But nothing he ever did seemed to make him feel better. Parvati walked into the room, a smile on her face and sat down next to him.

"You look a little uncomfortable."

He shrugged. "Shit happens."

Parvati rolled her eyes. "Are you ever going to kiss me?"


She grinned at him now. "I want to experience my first kiss, Dean, and I thought well … we've been friends for a while now. Why shouldn't my first kiss be with you? It would make it easier, right?"

He grinned at her now, moving closer to her on the couch so that their lips were inches away. "But I've already had my first kiss."

Parvati blushed now. "So? Help me out then."

Dean closed the gap between them and touched his lips to hers. It was an experience he would always remember. She had seemed to melt into him in the most incredible kiss he had ever experienced and he had a kissed a LOT of girls. But the taste of Parvati seemed to him to be something new, something highly more exciting.

He wasn't sure why with Parvati it was more intense than anything else he had experienced but it was. He tugged her closer, boldly sliding his hands up her sides and brushing her breasts. She moaned and her hands slid down to cup the back of his neck. Dean wasn't sure how long they stayed like that but when they pulled back they were both grinning at each other.

"So, I definitely wouldn't mind doing that again." Dean replied with a grin, leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth.

Parvati bit her bottom lip nervously. "I'm not allowed to date."


"I'm not allowed to date. I know it seems crazy after this kiss, but I'm not. My father is crazy and overprotective. I think he's already arranged who he wants me to marry. It's just the three of us you know and his rule always was no dating until we're out of school."

Dean tugged her closer and placed his lips back over hers. "Well, what daddy doesn't know can't hurt him, now can it?"

Parvati grinned broadly and snuggled closer to him. "I suppose not."

Their relationship had started pretty much from that moment. It still surprised Dean to remember it. His best mate, Seamus, had often described their relationship as weird and Dean figured he was probably right. They had technically started dating at fourteen. They had shared that kiss and then spent the next two months snogging at every possible opportunity. It hadn't taken them long to proceed. It still made Dean smile to remember that moment alone in the broom cupboard when they had both experienced a first – in Dean's case it was getting a hand job. Parvati had smiled at him when she had finished and told him she was more than willing to do that again.

He had definitely taken her up on that offer.

But then they had drifted apart.

There wasn't really a reason or anything but it had just happened. Harry had taken her to the Yule Ball but nothing much had happened there. But by the end of the year, they were back. Dean couldn't even remember the number of times they had broken up and ended up back together. All he knew was that they had shared all of their firsts together – except his first kiss, which he had stolen from a muggle girl in his neighbourhood when he had been ten. When school had ended, Dean had moved into a large studio flat in London and started to pursue his art.

He had dreamed of being an artist for longer than he could even remember. He had always been talented at drawing and sketching and it still made him smile to think of how much Ginny had supported him. Ginny had been the only girl Dean had truly liked and never managed to get to. He had always wanted to ask her out but he had known from the start that her heart had already belonged to someone else.

This knowledge had become fact the moment school had started up again and Dean had noticed constantly the way his roommate's eyes followed her around in hunger. Harry and Ginny had been an item by the beginning of fifth year and they had stuck. Dean couldn't blame him as Ginny truly was a beautiful woman. He knew now that she and Harry were perfect for each other. But he couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like if he had gotten there first.

She had always complimented his art and it had actually been her that made him think that maybe he could have an actual career as an artist. Art had always fascinated him and he had fantasized often of painting Parvati in provocative poses, something he made sure to mention to her often when they were alone. He even had tried to get it as an excuse to have a memento of her when they broke up.

They were always breaking up.

But over the years, he and Parvati had constantly ended up back together. They would break up, he would have an affair with someone else, as would she, and they would somehow end up back together. Seamus had been right to term their relationship weird.

It had been when he moved into his own flat that it had begun to change.

Parvati had been in London visiting when she had ran into him. It had been almost a year since their graduation and he had sadly lost touch with her. They had gone to a pub, had a few drinks and talked of the past. They had quickly ended back up in Dean's flat and made love for the entire night. He had woke in the morning with her curled up next to him and he spent the next two hours drawing her.

She had always fascinated him.

By the time her eyes had fluttered open, he had started painting. When her eyes opened and stared up at him, he had known suddenly at that moment that he wasn't going to be able to let her go again.

The memory consumed him and he smiled again.

"What are you doing? Come back to bed." She had purred.

Dean grinned at her. "I'm working. You have the most amazing skin. I need to paint you … I need to paint you completely."

She smiled and cocked her head to the left. "I told you last year that there is no way you're painting me naked."

Dean grinned back. "You changed your mind quickly enough."

"Only because you promised not to show anyone."

Dean smirked. "Well, you know me and the guys stare at it every Friday night."

She tossed a pillow at him and he grinned.

"So what are your plans for today?"

Her eyes looked sad for a moment but she caught herself. "I have to return home actually."

Dean closed his eyes. "Back to India?"

She nodded. "My family lives there and well … remember I told you that I wasn't allowed to date?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Well … my father … I'm betrothed."


She nodded. "I know. His name is Ramón and he's a nice enough guy but … you know I do not want to marry him."

Dean nodded. "I know that. I can tell by the fact that you spent the whole night making love with me."

She sat up now, tears in her eyes. "Dean … I love you! But my father … he's arranged this and it's like a business transaction. Ramón owns some fancy silk business and makes lots of money … not to mention that he's Hindu … my father has no religious tolerance, you know that."

Dean moved to sit next to her on the bed. "Yeah, I know that. I thought he was going to kill me when I kissed you on the platform before sixth year."

She smiled now. "God, he was so angry! He demanded that I never talk to you again!"

Dean slid his hands under the blankets and cupped her breasts in his hands. "We both know how well that worked out."

Parvati smiled at him. "You're the best thing that ever could have happened to me. But Ramón … my father says I have to marry him. It's been all arranged."

"What's the deal?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. But you know that the magic world in India has many different rules than they do here. Padma is betrothed too, to a ship builder. She actually kind of likes him though. She says he's funny and sweet. She'll be happy."

"But you won't."

Parvati nodded. "I don't have a choice. My father has control over my decisions. I don't have many rights over there, you know that. My father is the Minister of Magic."

Dean nodded, taking her hand in his. "I know, I remember. Vat … you can't marry him. I love you. We've always known we belong with each other or why do we constantly keep ending back up in each other's arms."

"I know."

"We can fix this. I know how your father's mind works … one condition of your marriage to Ramón I bet is that you have to a be a virgin. After all … your father said you couldn't date."

Parvati grinned now. "Which I haven't … to his knowledge."

Dean laughed at that. "Nor does he know all the stuff we've done together."

She grinned wider now. "Definitely not."

"Marry me, instead."

Parvati's eyes widened. "What?"

"You heard me. Don't marry Ramón. Let's get married instead. Your father can't do anything about that and then we can say we consummated the marriage so Ramón won't want you. What do you say?"

"You just want to have sex again."

He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Oh, yeah I do. But really, Vat … I love you, marry me."

Parvati stared at him for a moment. She had been in love with Dean Thomas for what seemed like her whole life. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for her whole life. She grinned at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Alright, let's get married!"

So they had.

They had invited Seamus and Lavender to be witnesses and they had a small ceremony at the Ministry of Magic where they had become man and wife.

Parvati's father was NOT pleased.

It still made Dean laugh to remember his anger. He had even tried to convince Dean to become a Hindu but Dean had said no. He wasn't really religious and he figured he had a mix of so many different views that it wouldn't really be fair to convert to one. But Darius Patil had gotten over it.

Especially when they had made him a grandfather.

They had been married for seven years and neither one of them had really been interested in kids until Parvati had found out she was pregnant. Both of them were surprisingly thrilled. Dean's art had really kicked off by the time he was 23 and at twenty-five he was extremely successful. Parvati had ended up opening a clothing boutique with Lavender and both of them were extremely happy to be designing and selling clothes. They had called it Lavati – a perfect mix of their names and was unique enough to describe their store.

So at twenty-five, Parvati had given him a daughter who they had named Roxanna Padma Thomas. Darius had really come around after that. Padma had moved back to India and married her ship builder. She was very happy there but they rarely saw her anymore. The last they had heard, Padma had three boys: Amar (21), Chand (20), and Rajan (17). Rajan was named after the shipbuilder that Padma had married. All three of them had attended Hogwarts as well and Rajan was the last one left, the same age of as Roxie. Parvati said she was alright with living so far from her twin though as her and her twin had never really been that close. Family functions happened once or twice a year and everyone got along well.

But Roxanna had been the highlight of his life.

The first time she had called him daddy; the first time she walked; the first time she went to school. It still blew his mind to think that such a beautiful baby girl had somehow come from him. She was the spitting image of Parvati in almost every way except her skin was more of a mocha cream colour and she held her father's eyes. Roxie, as they tended to call her, even had her father's talent with art, but unlike Dean … she liked to sculpt. Dean had high hopes for her. She was seventeen years old now and going into her final year at Hogwarts. It made Dean feel old to even think about it.

Three years after Roxanna had been born; Parvati had given him a son, Kareem Darius Thomas. Kareem was more interested in sports at fourteen. He had a passion for Quidditch but he had also adopted his father's deep love of football and would get into intense arguments over plays with his father when they watched their favourite team, West Ham, play. The thought made Dean grin as he remembered it.

He and Vat had decided that two children were more than enough for them, especially considering that the rest of his classmates seemed to want to repopulate the world after the war. Everyone seemed to have had huge families and Dean knew it was because everyone was just so happy to be alive, to have survived, and because they all needed to make their families big again after so much loss.

Now he was forty-two years old, had been married for twenty-four years, and had two amazing children. In his eyes, nothing could be better.

He smiled at his wife when she stepped into his studio. He had been starring at a blank canvas for most of the day as his mind had wandered but it didn't bother him. Sometimes his days of utter un-productivity caused him to produce his best work. He still held the envelope and letter in his hand.

"Dean, have you seen my red shawl? Roxie wants to wear it for her date tonight?" Parvati asked as she searched through the closet.

"I think it's in the bathroom. Vat, did you check the post yet today?"

She shook her head as she closed the closet doors. "No. I noticed there were some letters, but I didn't open them. Is there something important?"

Dean nodded and gestured her over. He tugged her down into his lap and unfolded the letter in his hand. "Twenty-five year school reunion."

Parvati's mouth dropped open. "Wow! Really? Has it been that long?"

Dean nodded. "I guess so. I mean … I know we still see Seamus and Lavender all the time but … we never really see anyone else anymore. I think we should go, what do you think?"

She turned in his lap and kissed him deeply. "I think you're right."

Dean licked his lips and let the envelope fall to the floor before he slid his hand up her skirt. "Alright."

Parvati pushed him away. "I'm trying to help our daughter get ready for her date. We can do that later."

He grinned. "Alright. Who is she going out with anyway? She better not be anything like you or I'll have to lock her away!"

Parvati smacked him in the arm. "Prat! She's going out with Bryan Black and I'm sure she's fine."

"Hmm, and I bet you said the same thing to your father! Black, honestly Vat! Sirius was a total cad when he was in school! He still was a cad when he became our professor – I bet Bryan's the same!" Dean insisted, tugging his wife back into his arms when she tried to stand up.

Parvati laughed. "Bryan is fine. And your daughter is still a virgin, Dean."

He perked up. "Really? How do you know?"

"A mother always knows. Now let me go help her get ready." Parvati insisted, trying to wind herself out of her husband's lap.

"Fine. But I'm going to tell Bryan that if she's not a virgin when he brings her home I'm going to cut off his –"


He rolled his eyes. "Fine. I won't say a word. I'll be nice."

Parvati smiled at him and kissed him softly. "Good." She stood up and headed over to the door of his studio before turning and grinning at him. "Oh and honey? As I'm sure you recall, sex isn't the only way to get off. Just because Roxie's a virgin, doesn't mean she hasn't done other things."

When her husband's mouth dropped open she grinned wider.

"Respond back to McGonagall and tell her we'll be there for the reunion."

Dean watched his wife go and he shook his head.

Time had really gone by.