Chapter 4
Harry had never been so exhausted in his entire life. Even Voldemort hadn't wiped him out as completely as his wife lately. He never thought he would hear himself refuse a blissful night of lovemaking with his wife, but he was nearing break down. His mind lingered over the amazing transformation Hermione had went through and he smiled. She sure wasn't called the brightest witch of her age for nothing he thought wickedly. His little book worm had completely taken him by surprise with how well she researched the art of seduction. Yep this last encounter would definitely be one for the books and heaven help him he didn't know if he could keep up with her.
Looking over at his now sleeping wife he gently touched her flushed cheeks and she smiled softly in her sleep. He could watch her sleep peacefully for hours and never take his eyes away from her loveliness. He almost laughed at his poetic mood and flipped onto his back with his arms hooked above his head. Well, If Hermione had changed then he certainly had as well. His emotions seemed to be off the charts and even though his nausea seemed to have ebbed away something else had come to take its place. For the first time in Harry's life he had begun to experience heartburn. It didn't matter what he ate or drank it came. It didn't matter whether it was water or crackers, his esophagus would be engulfed in a blaze of fire every single, solitary night. He couldn't get away from it unfortunately and since there was no real physical cause for the heart burn there was no potion that would make it go away.
His symptoms now were getting so bad Hermione had even ventured out to an all night Muggle store to get him some Tums which seemed to help at first but didn't last. It seemed he was doomed. At least that was how he felt when the familiar sensation assaulted him. What made it worse was that Hermione hadn't even begun to experience the normal symptoms of pregnancy. Harry thought they would be sharing them but after a quick trip to the healer he told them that Harry was so powerful his magic was drawing all of the uncomfortable experiences to himself while leaving Hermione to feel the more lovely aspects of carrying a child. He had looked at Harry with admiration and said how lucky Hermione was to have someone who loved her so deeply. Harry didn't think it was so lucky but didn't say anything because Hermione was practically licking her lips when they left the office and they didn't even make it out of the hospital before Hermione pushed him into a broom closet for a quickie.
Of course Hermione occasionally thought Harry over dramatized everything and thought his predicament quite funny at times. To this Harry would humph all the way to their bedroom where he would pout for a good 30 minutes before Hermione would come up and apologize which almost always ended up with a nice little jaunt under the covers. The woman was delightfully insatiable.
Ron did indeed tell his brothers about "The Pregnancy" which was what they called their little situation and teased him relentlessly until Hermione threatened to hex them into the next century if the jokes didn't stop. Now in her 5th month Hermione had at last begun to wear the maternity clothes that the twins had sent to Harry as a "joke", which incidentally, made Harry wail inconsolably for an entire evening. Ron and Luna had been there for dinner that evening and Hermione had apologetically whispered, "He gets a bit emotional sometimes," which seemed to make Harry howl even louder. Luna had sympathetically hugged Hermione before gently prodding a snickering Ron out the door a little before 7 pm.
Harry now seemed to be in the thick of his Empathetic pregnancy and while he tried to keep positive about the whole thing, it sometimes seemed to be just too much. How on earth did women do it? Harry took a deep breath and flipped the covers off of his body. The room was stifling so he decided to get up and raise a window. He sat on a small window seat by the large picture window lost in thought with his hand cradling his chin. The cool breeze gently tickled the curtains that Hermione had bought when they married and he couldn't help but wonder what the next 4 months would bring.
Harry heard a small sigh from the bed and he didn't have to look up to realize that Hermione had awoken and was waddling over to where he sat in front of the window. He instinctively made room for her on his lap and kissed her cheek when she joined him.
"Anything wrong Mr. Potter?" Hermione snaked an arm around his neck and looked into his dazzling green eyes that seemed to assess the soft curves of her very pregnant body with appreciation. Harry loved how Hermione's body had changed over the last few months and he carefully laid his hand upon her stomach that held the child they so desperately loved. He was going to be a father and at that moment his eyes caught her chocolate ones and there was no need to vocalize how the other was feeling.
"Nothings wrong, I was just sitting her thinking about how our life is going to change when my son makes his grand appearance." Harry gently patted her tummy and Hermione sighed contentedly.
"Well, it could be a girl you know." Hermione said casually, as Harry nuzzled her neck.
Harry thought about this for a moment. "Well, baby Potter then. Although I have a feeling he is a boy."
Hermione giggled and hugged Harry closer to her for warmth. "It is a beautiful night don't you think Harry?" Hermione's small hands began twirling Harry's ruffled mess of black hair and he closed his eyes in blissful enjoyment.
Merlin he loved it when she did that. "Mmm…humm."
"It reminds me a lot of the night you proposed to me." Hermione sighed wistfully as Harry's arms pulled her close to his own body. Almost instantly Hermione's breathing became deep and fast and Harry groaned deliciously when she lowered her head down to whisper seductively in his ear, "Why don't we go back to bed."
Harry's eyes popped open when he felt her tongue in his ear and before he knew what was going on his very pregnant wife was leading him back to bed with a most sultry look on her pretty face.
Oh she was going to kill him for sure. Harry however didn't have much time for reflection on his wife's newfound Libido before he realized she had used magic to relieve him of his pajamas. Oh boy here we go again…
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