Johnny and Hermione's plane landed in Finland, the cold air nipping at their skin as they walked out of the plane and onto the snow covered runway below. The two decided on Finland as their Honeymoon destination, as they had been to France so many times and they wanted to try new things . Once the two had got their luggage and passed through security, they flagged down a taxi to head to the hotel.

"That was a nice plane ride," Hermione smirked when Johnny put up the darkens privacy visor up so they were almost on near darkness thanks to the tinted windows. Johnny knew was his wife was on about instantly, and rested his hand on Hermione's thigh, dangerously close to her area. The two had officially joined the Mile High Club on that flight.

"If only that old man didn't see us," Johnny laughed, causing Hermione to blush and smack Johnny's arm.

Flashback
WARNING; SMUT AHEAD!
Johnny and Hermione greeted the Air Hostess cheerfully as they boarded onto the First Class area of the flight. The Hostess was kind enough to show them to their room, which was basically just a bed with a twenty inch tele, a shelf of snacks and various bottles of alcohol.

"Soo, how are you going to entertain me?" asked Hermione, sighing as she rests her chin against her palm.

"I put cards in your bag before we left," Johnny nodded towards her bag on the floor. "We could play?"

Hermione gives Johnny a funny look and sighed, but bent forward to dig through her bag. The dark blue dress she was wearing tightens around her body and Johnny's eyes flicker down to her read. The outline of her lace underwear is vicible against the fabric of her dress and Johnny shifts in his seat slightly.

Grandmothers and Dogs, Johnny thinks to himself, urging himself to look away.

Hermione was about to sit up but then she noticed she picked up the wrong item and bent down to dig through her bag once more. Johnny's jeans started to feel bit tighter over his crotch as he subtly moved the blanket the airplane provided over his lap.

Fuck, Johnny thinks to himself as he grips the blanket tightly.

"Are you sure you put them here, darling?" Hermione asks while searching.

"Yes," Johnny gulped and resisted the urge to at least smack her rear playfully. I mean, it's right there in front of my face. Like it's calling for me.

Hermione sifts in her seat to get a better glimpse from her purse, causing the otherwise flowy dress round her perfect rear. Johnny's crotch tightens even more and Johnny makes a small, whiney noise in the back of his throat. He closed his eyes and try to control himself.

When Johnny opened his eyes, Hermione wasn't searching through her bag anymore, instead, she looked at Johnny puzzled and confused.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asks softly after placing the cards on the arm rest.

"Yes." No.

"Are you sure?" Hermione looked suspicious as she observed Johnny's face carefully. Johnny shrugged casually and rested his hands in his lap, chewing his bottom lip while hoping that the issue would go away.

"Everything's fine," said, Johnny clearing his throat as he fiddled with the blanket.

"Are you cold?"

"No, why?" Johnny frowned and turned to look at Hermione again. Hermione lifts a perfectly arched eyebrow and nodded towards Johnny's blanket covered lap. Johnny's cheeks flush red and he quickly looks away, only shrugging like it's not a big deal.

Hermione giggles quietly and leans into Johnny, her sweet scent engulfing Johnny at once. Her lips moves to Johnny's ear and shivers run through him when Hermione's lips brush against his earlobe.

"Johnny?" Hermione whispers. "Are you turned on?"

"No," Johnny frowns, grimacing as his jeans seem to get even more tighter.

"No?" Hermione teased, slowly pushing her hand past Johnny's own. Johnny shifted in his seat, making sure the door to the room was shut properly. Johnny nearly yelped loudly when Hermione's small hand squeezed his crotch boldly, making the issue even harder than before.

"Hermione," Johnny warned quietly, amazed by her boldness.

"I'm trying to help," Hermione pouted and goes to fiddle with the zipper of Johnny's jeans.

"Fuck."

Puppies and Grandparents, fuck.

Before Hermione gets any further, Johnny opens the door and checks the aisle to find it empty. He bit his lip and turned to Hermione who stares at him with wide eyes.

"Have you ever joined the Mile High Club?"

Hermione's cheeks flush but she holds eye contact bravely, her expression not faltering even for a second. Johnny takes her expression as a no and lean closer to be able to whisper in her ear.

"I never have either," Johnny nibbled lightly on her earlobe. "Wait thirty seconds and follow me."

With a rapidly beating heart, Hermione watches Johnny get up and quickly walk towards the toilets down the aisle. Her throat feels dry but at the same time the exitement is even better. This definitely wasn't of their plan but they weren't not complaining. Hermione's hands grip the arm rest and she leans her body over Johnny's empty seat to see him closing the toilet door after him.

What could go wrong? Not much, right? People do this all the time. It's first class, there's less people and not as many people who could hear us? Hermione reassures herself, feeling herself begin to throb in anticipation.

"Thirty seconds, shit," Hermione breathes out and forced herself out of her seat, brushing her hands against my dress nervously.

She walks quickly but casually towards the toilets and breathes out in relief when no one glares at her with obnoxious looks or distaste. Hermione stops in front of the toilets and she's about to knock when the door opens and Johnny literally pulls her inside. They awkwardly squeeze into the small space and Johnny barely manages to close the narrow toilet door and lock it.

"I didn't realise it would be this stuffy in here," Hermione wrinkles her nose and tries to move to get some space but it's useless. There's not really anywhere to go, and Johnny's not the skinniest guy on the planet so it's either his shoulders bumping into the walls or Hermione's back threatening to switch the automatic sink on.

"Are you sure baby that-"

"We didn't come in here to chit chat," Johnny rolled his eyes and turns them around so his back is towards the automatic sink. "We can talk all flight."

"How is this going to work?" Hermione kept questioning him, out of habit and nervousness. "There's so little space in here and I'm not entirely sure about how dirty it is in he-"

Johnny shuts Hermione up by pressing his lips firmly against his wife's. Hermione throws her hands around Johnny's neck and jumps when his hands start to fumble with the back of her thighs. Surprisingly easily, Johnny leans them against the wall, while steadily moving his lips against Hermione's. He's greedy and quick with his actions, not wasting even one second.

"Hold on," Johnny mumbles as he puts Hermione down, her brows dropping low in confusion that is cut short when Johnny, in one quick movement drags Hermione's underwear down her legs. Johnny's eyes move to Hermione's and a smirk rises to his lips. "Care to help?"

Hermione's entire body heats up and she doesn't have to reach far to drag his belt open in the small space. Johnny's ocean eyes follow through the task and his eyelids drop closed for a few seconds when Hermione fumbled with the button of his jeans and the zipper. Hermione yanks the zipper down, causing Johnny to hiss.

"Easy babe, easy."

"Sorry," Hermione giggles while attempting to push his jeans and boxers down his legs. Johnny's erection springs free and he lets out a muffled moan at the freedom.

"Are you ready?" He asks breathlessly, gripping the sides of Hermione's thighs impatiently.

"Well, this did come out of nowhere so I don't know if-" Hermione rambles on until Johnny rolls his eyes and moves his hand between her legs, starting to rub her firmly. "-shit!"

"Shhh!" Johnny presses his fingers against Hermione's lips while his other hand quickly works between her quivering legs. "Babe, we really need to be quiet."

"I don't know how all the others has done this, I mean, this isn't the most easiest or practical thing," Hermione mumbles against his lips, not quite catching the moment like he was.

"Pray that there won't be line outside then," Johnny shoves two of his fingers inside of Hermione, causing her to gasp in surprise while Johnny moves his mouth to her neck. Johnny doesn't need to search for Hermione's sweet spot; he knows where it exists and makes sure to pay extra attention to it.

Hermione squeezes her eyes closed and subconsciously parts her legs for better access for Johnny's hand. A loud moan threatened to rise from Hermione's throat when Johnny curls his fingers inside of her and sucks on Hermione's neck rather harsh at the same time.

"There," Johnny whispered in Hermione's neck and retreats his fingers from her. "Jump, babygirl."

"Oh, we are back to babygirl now, huh?" Hermione grins and hops enough for Johnny to grip her thighs and wrap them around his waist. Johnny smirks at Hermione, the other side of his lips tugging higher as he slowly rubs his nose against hers. Hermione's hands gripped his hair and when a low growl comes past his lips, Hermione became just as restless as him.

"What happens in Mile High Club, stays in Mile High Club," Johnny chuckles quietly, guiding his erected cock to Hermione's entrance. Johnny pushes into Hermione quickly, and digs his fingers into her backside as he started to thrust into her. The thrill of doing it in the airplane bathroom had Hermione whining out in pleasure which resulted in Johnny having to cover her mouth with his hand.

One heavy thrust makes Hermione's backside slam against the wall and it makes a rarther obnoxious loud noise. The husband and wife stopped with wide eyes, and while Hermione's face contorts in horror, Johnny's threatened to break into a huge grin. Johnny bites hard against his lip and gives Hermione a apologetic look.

"Do you think anyone heard?" Hermione whispers, tangling her fingers into Johnny's hair.

"Heard what?" Johnny chuckles. "That loud slam from a toilet that certainly didn't come from pee hitting the toilet?"

"Johnathan!" Hermione whispered/yelled in horror, a tiny smile fighting to appear on her face.

"What?"

"What if someone heard?"

Johnny sighs loudly, readjusting his hands against Hermione's bare arse under the dress before lifting his eyebrows, "Hermione, my darling, my loving wife, I'm very hard and very much still inside of you right now so it doesn't really matter if anyone heard."

"If anyone heard I'm going to put all the blame on you," Hermione mumbles but rested her forehead against his, pecking Johnny's lips lightly. "You get the be the one to explain it to those poor people."

"Oh? Like how I put my dick into your p-"

"Oh my God, Johnny!" Hermione grimaced and pinched his neck.

"Sorry babe," Johnny sounded amused as he started to thrust into Hermione again, this time squeezing her against the wall all the time to prevent the accident happening again. Hermione focused all her attention to Johnny and pushed all the fears of people hearing them away from her mind, determined to enjoy this.

"Johnny?" Hermione squeaked as quietly as she could into his ear while Johnny panted against her neck while slamming their bodies together.

"Yeah?" Johnny asks, gently biting onto Hermione's shoulder to stop his own moans.

"I think I-I'm going to-" Hermione couldn't seem to finish even one sentence while in this bathroom. Now, it was cut short by the wave of pleasure flooding through her body, all the way from her head to her toes. While riding out her high, Hermione prayed that Johnny's hair was enough to muffle out her whimpers. Johnny, on the other hand, doesn't even try to keep quiet, his satisfied grunt filling the tiny toilet entirely.

"Shit," Johnny curses, slowly pulling out of Hermione and setting her down to again.

"That was- hell yeah."

Hermione's cheeks hurt from grinning so hard, and if they weren't in a toilet inside an airplane, Hermione would squeal out loud. She covered her mouth and chuckled quietly against it. "I can't believe we just did that."

"Was it okay?" Johnny asked, looking down at Hermione, both amused and concerned.

"Yeah," Hermione stood on her tip toes to kiss him quickly.

"Good," Johnny pecks Hermione's lips back before turning around and pulling paper towels from the cabinet. "Lift up your dress for me babe."

Hermione pursed her lips and lifted the hem of her dress enough for Johnny to wipe his bodily fluid from her legs. Any other situation and this would make Hermione blush furiously, but this was Johnny, her husband, and they just had sex in an airplane, so Hermione didn't really care. Johnny cleans himself up and buckles his jeans.

"Just go out, darling, act cool and I'll follow a little while after you."

"What if there's a line?" Hermione's eyes widen.

"There won't be," Johnny reassured her. "There's other toilets too, and I'm sure no one has patience to wait for two hormonal, married young adults to finish their screwing up session."

Hermione rolled her eyes and straightened her dress.

"Whatever you say."

Johnny grinned and smacked Hermione's rear as she left, causing her to grit her teeth to suppress a moan. Hermione breathed out in relief once she saw that there's no line and quickly moved towards their seats. Hermione just makes it to the first line of seats when an older man, around mid seventies, smiles widely and stands up.

"Thank God, there's been such a rush to use the toilet," the old man casually shrugs and Hermione watches in horror as he strides to the toilet Johnny is still in and was still happily humming as he opened the door.

Hermione grimaced as the man's eyes widen and he blinks slowly.

"Oh."

Hermione sprinted to their seats and sunk low next to the window. Hermione's cheeks were a brilliant shade of red and few seconds later, Johnny took his seat beside Hermione and starts to laugh quietly.

"This is not funny!" Hermione slaps his arm.

"I think the man was blushing harder than you are," Johnny covers his mouth as he starts to laugh harder. "I'm not even ashamed, I mean, you should had seen his face."

Flashback over
"I've never been more embarrassed in my life," Hermione whispered, a faint blush on her cheeks as they pulled up to the hotel. Johnny chuckled, kissing Hermione's cheek as he wrapped his coat around her shoulders and the pair walked up the front steps. Once they had checked in and got their room keys, Johnny and Hermione made their way there, gasping in surprise when they saw how nice it was.

"It's beautiful," said Hermione, dropping one of their suitcases on the bed and looking around the room that was split in two. In one room was the living room, with a small, round table and a small TV in the corner, and in the other room, separated by a wall and a sliding door, was the bedroom and en-suite bathroom.

"I think you're more beautiful than the room," said Johnny, wrapping his arms around Hermione's waist from behind, pulling her back to his front. "I love you," Johnny whispered, kissing the side of Hermione's head while he rubbed the small bump on her stomach. "And I love baby Rhett."

"And we love you too," said Hermione, twisting so she was face to face with Johnny and cupped the base of his neck. Hermione searched her husband's face for a moment, remembering all the moments they had shared in the previous years at Hogwarts. Hermione kissed Johnny softly, her tongue slowly dancing with Johnny's as his hands roamed her back.

Hermione moaned into Johnny's mouth as he squeezed her arse. Hearing Hermione's soft moans made Johnny's cock twitch, and he was about to rip Hermione's dress off when someone knocked on the door.

"W-what is it?" Hermione stuttered as Johnny lowered his head to her exposed chest, nipping and sucking at the exposed skin.

"A message for you, Mr. Grindelwald!" The voice called from behind the door. Johnny furrowed his eyebrows in suspicion, drawing the Elder Wand from his rucksack as he quickly hid Hermione in the bathroom with her own wand. Ever since the war, Johnny had been suffering from anxiety. He approached the door with his wand behind his back, and when he opened it, he saw one of the workers standing there.

The man looked oddly familiar to Johnny, and for the first time since the war, the Dark Mark on his forearm began to tingle, as if it was warning him instead of calling him.

"What is it?" Johnny asked, readying his wand. The man smirked deviously, leaning a prosthetic arm against the doorway.

"A message, for Johnathan Grindelwald, the King of Supernatural," the man said, eying him up and down. "The Death Eaters send their regards," the man quickly drew his wand from his pocket and yelled, "Avada Kedavra!" but Johnny was quick and ducked behind the round table, sending a stunner the man's way.

"You don't remember me, do you, Half-Breed?" The man sneered, the wall separating him and Johnny. "I am Nathan Rosier! The Dark Lord's most loyal follower! It is I who is raising his child!"

"Everyone claimed themselves as Tom Riddle's most loyal follower!" Johnny called back, breathing heavily as he looked towards the bathroom door, which opened a small bit to reveal Hermione's eye staring at Johnny worriedly. He held as finger to his lips and jabbed his thumb over his shoulder. Hermione followed his thumb to see just a bit of Nathan's head poking around the wall. "And besides, Voldemort never had a child!"

"Oh you, poor, insolent child," Nathan sneered once more. "Did dear ol' Bellatrix tell you? Your father, Jakob, gave poor Bellatrix to the Dark Lord so she could carry his heir!" Johnny had the mental image of his step-mother protesting against this, and held in tears as Nathan spoke once more. "Delphini Riddle will be the greatest Dark Witch."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," Johnny growled lowly, getting to his knees. He fired stunner after stunner and disarmer after disarmer at Nathan, who didn't get a chance to fire back as he cast protective spells around him. In Nathan's moment of weakness, Johnny managed to launch himself forward before the shield went up and knock Nathan of balance.

The two men crashed to the floor, their wands clattering to the ground and rolling away from them. Johnny groaned, holding his ribs in pain as Nathan got to his feet and kicked him. Johnny began to sprout large claws from his hands, and he sank them right into Nathan's ankle, causing Nathan to cry out in pain as he fell to the floor, blood seeping between his prosthetic arm and his real arm.

Johnny got this feet, gripping his wand tightly in his hand as he glared down at the Death Eater, his arms covered in Nathan's blood as he panted. Hermione exited the bathroom when Johnny said the spell that would restrain Nathan.

"I need you to search his room," said Johnny, pulling out Nathan's wallet, which was empty except for the keycard to his room. "See if we can gather any information on him or this daughter," Hermione nodded silently, taking the keycard into her shaking hands as she left.

Room 417, only two doors down from their own. Hermione frowned at the idea of that poor girl having Lord Voldemort as her father, and Nathan Rosier as her guardian, and entered the room. The room was darkly lit, the curtains having been drawn and no lights were on. Hermione muttered a spell and the curtains flew open in an instant, light from the sun poring through the windows and lighting up the room.

Hermione sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance. This really wasn't how she dreamed her honeymoon would go. Hermione searched desks, drawers the cupboards, finding nothing on Nathan or Delphini, that was until a loud wail came from the wardrobe. Hermione yanked it open to reveal a girl, about Winona's age, with white hair cascading down her back, crying and reaching out for Hermione.

"Oh, darling," Hermione whispered sadly, letting the one year old girl cry into her chest as she cradled Delphini's head. When Delphini finally stopped crying, the small one year old looked up at Hermione, and the older woman saw the eyes that once belonged to Bellatrix staring back at her, breaking her heart once more. "We're going to go back to my room, okay? And we're going to make sure everything is okay."

"Mama?" Delphini asked, sucking on her thumb as she stared up at Hermione. Hermione felt her heartbreak once again as she picked up a bag that contained nappies and other items to take care of a baby, and the older woman headed out of the room.

"No, I'm not," said Hermione softly as a tear ran down her cheek. Delphini frowned at said tear, and reached up to wipe Hermione's tear away, causing the older to woman to smile as she opened the door to her own room. Johnny and Nathan were nowhere to be found, causing Hermione's heart rate to quicken as she sat on the sofa, Delphini bouncing in her lap as they waited.

Ten minutes passed, and Johnny apparated in front of her.

"He's in the hands of Kingsley and the Ministry now," said Johnny, kissing Hermione's forehead in greeting. He sighed as he took his place besides his wife on the sofa, and laid back, closing his eyes in tiredness. When Johnny felt something crawl on his stomach, he opened one eye to see Delphini sitting on his stomach, her head titled to the side as she inspected the man in front of her.

"This is her then? Delphini?" Johnny asked, noticing how alike Delphini looked to Bellatrix. He subconsciously reached out and smoothed down the white hair on Delphini's head.

"No, I stole some random baby," Hermione said sarcastically, sinking back into the sofa, twisting her body so she was facing Johnny and Delphini.

"Delphini Druella Grindelwald," said Johnny, causing Hermione's eyes to widen in shock.

"You mean-?"

"I've finalised everything with the Ministry," said Johnny, sitting up and cradling Delphini as she began to whimper. "We're her parents now."

"But-"

"I know, we already have Winona and you're pregnant with Rhett," said Johnny, rolling his eyes as he began to dig through the bag one handed, finding a pacifier for the one year old. "But Delphini is Bellatrix's daughter, I feel like I'd be betraying her if I didn't look after Delphini."

"How're we going to tell our friends?" Hermione asked, thinking the likes of Ron and Harry will despise her new daughter for who her father was.

"We'll tell them the truth," said Johnny firmly. "And if they don't like it, they can f-off."

A/n: So, that's the end of this chapter! Big thank you to ElectricZenith for allowing me to use Nathan Rosier as the bad guy.