Hermione was on the large bed in the Room of Requirement with Y/N, she was laying naked on her stomach, leaning up. Her naked boyfriend was laying next to her on his side, gently running his finger up and down her spine. They had spend the last hour demonstrating their love for each other.

"How are you feeling love?" She asked looking up at her boyfriend.

"Absolutely fantastic sweetheart. Every time I'm with you it's more amazing than the last."

He leant down and kissed her, Hermione kissing him back and giggling:

"I didn't mean that... I meant after everything that happened before."

"Oh" Y/N replied as he leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head. "Good love, better than I have in a long time"

"Really? Cos you just got in a fight with your brothers"

"Did I? Is that what happened love? Did I... get in a fight with them?"

Hermione giggled and rolled her eyes at her boyfriend.

"You want me to say it don't you?"

Y/N chuckled, "Yep".

"Fine. You just kicked both your brothers arses."

"Damn straight I did" Y/N smiled proudly. Hermione moved to her usual comfy position on Y/N's chest, running her finger along his scar as she loved to do.

"So... are you ok?"

Y/N wrapped his arm around her as they moved closer to each other, Hermione's breasts rubbing against his side and her leg laying over his crotch. They again ran their fingers along each other's bodies, he her spine, she his scar.

"I really am. They needed to understand. I'm not the little kid anymore to be dragged along from one torture session to the next. I'm not a boy anymore."

"Definitely not" Hermione smirked kissing his chest.

"Hopefully they got the message. I could have killed any of them...." he snapped his fingers "...like that. Good god I mean they made me into what I am and then they judge me for being what they made me."

Y/N shook his head in frustration.

"Either they accept me as an equal, or better yet their superior, or they can just stay the fuck out of my way."

"What about Dumbledore?"

"Albus is treading a very fine line. I'm not my grandfather."

Y/N's words confused Hermione, as she asked- "what exactly do you mean love?"

"Albus Dumbledore's fame is from the defeat of the great Gellert Grindelwald, right?"

Hermione nodded.

"Grandad had use of the killing curse. Grandad had the Diabolica and he had the Elder Wand, the actual Elder Wand, and yet Albus still won?"

Hermione looked at Y/N blankly.

"Babe, Grandad held back."

"What?" Hermione gasped in shock. "Why would he do that? Are you sure?"

Y/N nodded.

"Grandad shared the memory with me, of their duel, as a training exercise. He knew what he would have to do to defeat Albus, in essence it would have been easy, but he couldn't bring himself to do it."

"Wh-why not?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"Babe, they were lovers in their youth. Grandad loved him. I think he still does."

"Oh" Hermione gasped in surprise before asking:

"What do you mean the Elder Wand?"

"You've never come across the Deathly Hallows babe?" Y/N asked.

Hermione shook her head.

"They're supposedly a fairy tale, like Babbidy Rabbidy-"

Y/N chuckled at the blank look Hermione gave him.

"Like uh- what was the mug- Snow White."

"Oh- ok" Hermione nodded.

"Yeah, except these are real. Grandad made me memorise the story. There were once three brothers who were travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river, too deep to wade through, and too dangerous to swim across. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands, and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water. They were halfway across it, when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure, and it was Death. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic, and said that each had earned a prize for being clever enough to evade him.

So, the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence. A wand that must always win battles for its owner. A wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death. So, Death had crossed to an Elder Tree on the banks of the river, fashioned a wand from a branch that had hung there, and gave it to the oldest brother.

Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So, Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead.
Finally, Death turned to the third brother. A humble man, he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And so it was that Death reluctantly handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.

In due course, the brothers separated, each for his own destination. The first brother travelled for a week or more, and, reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow wizard, with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he could not fail to win the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted of the powerful wand which he had snatched from Death himself and of how it made him invincible. That very night, another wizard crept upon the oldest brother as he lay wine-sodden upon his bed. The thief took the wand, and, for good measure, slit the oldest brother's throat. And so, Death took the first brother for his own.

Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone. Here, he took out the stone which had the power to recall the dead, and turned it thrice in his hand. To his amazement and delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him. Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as though by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there, and suffered. Finally, the second brother, driven mad by hopeless longing, killed himself, so as to truly join her. And so, Death took the second brother for his own.

But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only when he had attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility, and gave it to his son. And then, he greeted Death as an old friend, went with him gladly, and, as equals, they departed this life."

As Y/N finished reciting the story Hermione smiled.

"Well that was a lovely story Y/N, but what makes you think it's real?"

"For one my invisibility cloak" Y/N smiled.

"Your Dad's you mean, the one left to you?"

"Yeah. I summoned my trench coat wearing friend while I was learning about this with Grandad, while I was away after Halloween."

"You mean Ca-"

Hermione had a finger placed on her lips and looked down puzzled at it.

"He turns up if you say his name. He's too socially useless to know that us like this isn't an appropriate time for him to have a conversation with us" Y/N chuckled, motioning to their naked bodies. Hermione nodded and giggled in understanding.

"Well it turns out my dad's cloak, was given to him by his mum. My grandmother Lucrecia Peverill was the last in the line of the Peverills, when she married my grandfather Lord Perseus L/N, the 56th Archduke. She gave her families heirloom, Death's cloak, to my father, and Dumbledore gave it to me. Grandad possessed the Elder Wand, but lost it when he ceded victory to Albus, unable to kill the one he loved."

"Wow. So the Elder Wand is really that powerful?"

"It is. It was made by Death, and was the only wand to contain a Thestral hair core, other than this one" Y/N said with a smile as he unsheathed his wand, twirling it with his long fingers.

"Yours has the same core? Why not make more if it's so powerful?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"Here" Y/N smiled, holding his wand out to Hermione. She took it and immediately noticed the immense weight of Y/N's wand, not physical, but like it took a tremendous toll on her just holding it. Y/N grabbed it just in time before Hermione felt completely overwhelmed.

"What was that?" Hermione asked shocked as Y/N stared at his wand, feeling it whisper to him, chastising him for allowing someone unworthy to hold it.

"The power of my wand love. It has a Thestral core and it's made from Yew wood, the killing tree. Ollivander said it had been left with one of his ancestors centuries ago, waiting for its one true heir to return."

"The Prophesied One?" Hermione asked in awe.

"I guess so, not even trenchy had an idea about it. So Albus has the Eder Wand, I have Death's cloak. If someone could find the Resurrection Stone and control all three they would be the Master of Death."

"Like actual death?"

"So the story goes" Y/N smiled, rolling over to hug Hermione tight as they kissed again.

—~—

Ghoul Studies the next morning had started awkwardly, Sam nodding and asking:

"So, how are you feeling? Last night was. A lot."

"I'm fine about last night. I'm not fine about Rivergrove."

"Y/N-"

Sam cut himself off as Y/N held his hand to to stop the Hunter speaking:

"Save it Sam. My vision was a warning to kill the prick. We would've known when the curse didn't work. I won't that mistake again."

Sam nodded. "Yeah. Sarge has haunted my thoughts too Y/N. I'm sorry".

"Let's not apologise Sam. Let's just make sure it doesn't happen again".

Sam agreed and then went on to give Y/N his planned lesson on Djinn's.

—~—

Following Ghoul Studies Y/N and Hermione went to the Creature Reserve. Y/N took Hermione to the Dark Creature Biome after Barnaby had given them good news, the female behemoth had given birth to a healthy litter of five babies.

Hermione was absolutely blown away by the size and scale of the legendary creatures. Their newborn babies alone were the same size as Hati.

The male had knelt down to Y/N, offering his head which Y/N gladly patted. He called Hermione over to stroke the Behemoth as well which she gladly did.

"He's thanking me for fighting him, for convincing him and his mate to come here. They've said they haven't had such peace in centuries, always on the run from Poachers" Y/N smiled to Hermione.

You are most welcome my amazing friend. I hope your great grandchildren will be able to leave here one day and live free and wild as you were meant to. Y/N spoke back to the Legendary Creature.

After their time in the Reserve they went to the library and worked on assignments until dinner when they headed to the Great Hall and met with their friends.

"Is it me or is McGonagall looking at you weird Y/N?" Lavender asked.

Y/N looked towards the teacher who instantly looked away. He chuckled.

"Must be your imagination, Lav."

At that moment a familiar blue/white ball flew into the room and stopped in front of Y/N.

"Sorry man. SOS. Usual spot".

Y/N sighed.

"Alright babe. A Hunter's work is never done. I'll be back in five, we'll do as we planned hey? Library until curfew then our special place. I'm probably gonna need it after a hunt."

"Of course babe. No problem. Stay safe."

Y/N smirked and kissed Hermione.

"See you in five, love."

He cast a bombarda spell on one of the turkeys in front of Malfoy on the Slytherin table. It exploded, covering Draco, Pansy and Goyle in chunks of turkey flesh.

The whole hall looked at them and laughed at their screeching before Harry and Ron turned back around to see Y/N had apparated out while everyone was distracted.

"Not a subtle man your boyfriend, is he?" Lavender chuckled.

"Nope" Hermione smiled to herself.