And Baby Makes Three

pottersmissus

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 7
Published: 23/09/2008
Last Updated: 13/11/2008
Status: in_progress

Harry and Hermione are very happily married and thinking about starting a family when Hermione gets some unexpected news.... Lots of fluff! CHAPTER 3 NOW UP!!

Chapters

1. Hermione's News

2. Harry's Return

3. Harry And Hermione's...Um...Celebrations

1. Hermione's News

Disclaimer: I am a Harry/Hermione shipper. Ergo I am not JKR and do not own the anything Harry Potter related...except the dirty things I'm gonna make them do!

A/N: I've been a huge fan of Portkey for years and was recently recommended as an author so here is my first fic. I was planning to hold back and post this as a one-shot but I've suffering severe writer's block with a particular plot piece at the moment and I know from previous experience that getting reviews can give you a spring in your step so I'm trusting all of you to shower me with your praise and criticisms...please!

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good...

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With a smile on her face, Hermione Potter left St Mungo's Hospital and headed back towards the Ministry buildings. Not even the thought of all the paperwork littering her desk could put a dampener on her happiness.

She was pregnant. Though she had suspected as such for the last few days - the increasingly frequent morning bouts of nausea leading her to realize it had been several weeks since her last period - she had only just had it confirmed. Just in time to share the news with her beloved husband when he returned this evening from an overseas mission for the Auror Department.

She and Harry had only been married a year, but she knew how badly he wanted to start a family - they had even talked about it the night before he left for the mission.

And he would be an amazing father. Her smile grew wider as she imagined what their future children would be like, wondering if they'd inherit their mother's brains and their father's love of Quidditch. She pictured Harry taking them out on his Firebolt and herself reading them bedtime stories from Beedle the Bard. She pictured them growing up, going off to Hogwarts and getting Sorted into Gryffindor. And the first of the next generation of the Potter family was now growing inside her, her eleven week old unborn son or daughter.

Eleven weeks. She'd been so busy with work over the past couple of months that she hadn't noticed the disruption to her monthly cycle. Even so, heavy workload or not, she loved her job working for the Department of Mysteries and she'd miss it when she took maternity leave.

She couldn't wait to see Harry, not just so she could tell him about the baby, but also because she missed him like crazy when he went away. She hated eating alone and sleeping alone - so used to telling him about her day over dinner and being held in his arms at night. And the regular letters he sent via owl just weren't enough. He was her soulmate - she loved him with every fibre of her being and when he wasn't around, she felt incomplete.

Thinking back to all the years they were friends before they fell in love, she'd never imagined they'd end up together. When they'd been at school, it had been her and Ron and Harry and Ginny, but as is often the case with first love, those relationships didn't last.

Ron had gone into professional Quidditch after the war ended and for a while it had looked as though he would be a huge star, until a nasty back injury midway through his second season forced him to retire. The abrupt end to his career left him depressed and particularly bitter towards his girlfriend - at the time Hermione had just been promoted to senior assistant to the head of her department. Their relationship had become more and more strained and had eventually ended when one lunchtime, Hermione unexpectedly came home to the flat they shared and caught him kissing Luna Lovegood in the kitchen.

Of course she had been angry, but time and the relationship she'd later begun with Harry had helped cool her ire and restored her friendship with both Ron and Luna. Ron was now working as an assistant coach for the Chudley Cannons and he and Luna were engaged.

Ginny had also gone into professional Quidditch after doing her final year at Hogwarts, joining the Holyhead Harpies as a Chaser. But after only two seasons, the Philadelphia Phoenixes offered her a transfer along with a large pay increase, which meant moving to the States. Harry, who'd begun Auror training after Voldemort's defeat (his experiences in the war making up for his not having taken his NEWT exams) hadn't wanted her to go - it was clear he was more interested in settling down than gallivanting around the world - but Ginny had accepted the offer and it had been the end of their relationship. As with her and Ron, Harry and Ginny were still friends and Ginny was now captain of the Phoenixes. In the last owl she'd received from Ginny, her friend had been gushing about the latest American Quidditch player she was dating.

After splitting with their respective partners, she and Harry had begun spending much of their spare time together, resuming the close friendship they'd begun to neglect in favour of their individual relationships. Of course it hadn't taken long for the rebound rumours to start circulating, which she and Harry found amusing, until one night after attending a Ministry party together, they'd shared an unexpected kiss.

After being friends for so many years, neither had ever considered their relationship could be anything but platonic - until that kiss - which had seemed to awaken feelings in them both that they had never before felt or been aware of feeling. The old saying `just good friends' had no longer been applicable - no matter how much they'd tried to ignore the feelings, the briefest look or slightest touch had made them instantly alive. The truth was that both had wondered if the kiss and the resultant feelings were not just a case of unresolved sexual tension brought on by their close friendship, a friendship which would undoubtedly be ruined once their lust was expended.

In an effort to quell the feelings, they'd drastically cut down the time they spent together - only seeing each other at work and during Sunday lunches at The Burrow - making sure they were never alone together for fear they would give into their feelings.

One day, Hermione had been looking for a file in the Ministry archives when Harry had entered with the same intention. Conversation between them had been stilted but the fire in Harry's eyes had ignited her body and their subsequent kiss had been inevitable. She remembered clearly how he'd pushed her up against the shelves as his mouth ravished hers, only to pull back when the door opened and another employee entered. They'd remained in the same position, hidden behind the shelves, their breathing shallow, their hearts thudding and Harry's hard-on pressing into her stomach.

When the other employee left, she'd looked at Harry and had been unable to keep herself from giggling at the pained look on his face, prompting him to laugh for a moment before his expression grew serious again. He'd frowned and looked as if he'd been about to say something and then he'd stopped and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.

“You're beautiful,” he'd murmured, so soft she might have missed it and then pulling away completely he'd picked up his file and left the room.

He'd turned up at her flat that same evening. She'd been clad only in shorts and a thin camisole and about to open a bottle of wine, definitely not expecting him to be at the door. She'd hesitantly invited him in and offered him some wine, but before she could turn to get another glass out of the cupboard, he'd pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Her clothes had been discarded in moments and his had followed. If she hadn't directed him to her bedroom, they might have made love on the kitchen table. Finally giving into their feelings had been amazing and afterwards as they'd lain together, he'd at last voiced the truth of how he felt.

“I love you,” he'd said, his green eyes meeting her brown ones and she'd known he meant it.

It was impossible for her not to return the sentiment. She'd been unable to continue ignoring the way she felt. It had been the happiest moment of her life - up until then at least. For years they had loved each other as friends - the same way they both loved their other friends - but this love they had unexpectedly discovered was different and special and theirs alone.

The news of their relationship had been received with both surprise and joy - it was clear to their families and friends how happy they were together. Within three months, she'd moved into his flat and six months later they were engaged. They'd married at Godric's Hollow - after having so many negative memories of the place, Harry had wanted to make some positive ones.

After the wedding, they'd again visited his parents' graves and a lump had formed in Hermione's throat when he introduced her to them as his wife and told them how much he loved her and how he knew they'd approve.

That had been a year ago and now they were going to have a baby.

Having finally reached her office, Hermione sat down at her desk, smiling at the picture of her and Harry on their wedding day. A moment later, the door opened and a young witch from the mail room came in.

“Mrs Potter, this owl just arrived for you.”

She accepted the folded piece of parchment and the witch left. She smiled when she saw Harry's handwriting on the front. Unfolding it, she read the note her husband had sent her.

Mione

The mission has been a success and I'll be home tonight as planned. I have to stop by the office to file the paperwork and speak with Kingsley, so I'll be there around eight. Missing you and can't wait to see you.

Harry

She glanced at her Muggle wristwatch. It was 3 o'clock. Harry would be home in five hours. If she left the office at half five, she could stop off at a Muggle supermarket on her way home and pick up something for dinner.

Knowing if she didn't get back to work, she'd never make it out by half five, Hermione picked up one of the files on the left hand side of her desk and settled back to read through it, while every so often jotting down notes on the sheet of parchment in front of her.

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Mischief managed!

So what did you think? I know its kinda short but as already mentioned I was planning on a long one-shot so the chapters are going to be relatively short. Anyways, I'm going to shamelessly beg for reviews again...pretty please with Firewhiskey for everyone!

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2. Harry's Return

Disclaimer: I am a Harry/Hermione shipper. Ergo I am not JKR and do not own the anything Harry Potter related...except the dirty things I'm gonna make them do!

A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed! I'm really glad you all like this. This chapter deals with Harry's reaction to the news, which I know you've all been waiting for. I know some of you are hoping I'll write all the way through to the delivery...not to disappoint but this story is only going to deal with Harry and Hermione finding out the news and their reactions. I am working on a number of other fics, some of which may include pregnancies and warrant more detail, but this isn't gonna be one of them - sorry folks! Anyway, enough exposition - here's chapter 2...

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good...

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At about a quarter to six, Hermione was finally able to make her escape.

When she arrived home after her quick stop, she prepared the leg of lamb and put it in the oven, before going upstairs to have a bath and wash her hair. After undressing, she stood in front of the mirror and examined her body, noticing now what she had neglected to see before - that her breasts were slightly fuller and her normally flat stomach was protruding slightly.

After her bath, she performed a drying charm and then pulled on a pair of jeans, which she noticed with a smile were a little on the tight side, and pale pink sweater. She left her curly hair loose and went downstairs to check on the dinner.

The lamb was cooking nicely and seeing that it was twenty to eight, she used her wand to quickly prepare the potatoes and vegetables.

Five minutes later, she heard a key turning in the lock and realised he was early. After a quick glance at the vegetables to make sure they were cooking themselves nicely, she ran to meet him, barely giving him a chance to drop his bags or close the door before she launched herself into his arms and kissed him. His response was instantaneous - his hands found her tight bum and his tongue met hers. When she finally pulled away, she met his raised eyebrow with a grin.

“Well, Mrs Potter, I would've settled for a nice hello.”

“Didn't anyone ever tell you not to settle, Mr Potter?” She pressed another light kiss to his mouth.

“Good advice,” he said, returning and deepening her kiss and turning around so that he could press her against the wall, his hands slipping under her sweater and upwards to cup her breasts. She gasped against his mouth at the contact, her breasts more sensitive than usual owing to her current condition and rubbed herself against the hard bulge in Harry's jeans.

“Mione, baby...want you,” Harry groaned against her mouth.

She wanted him too more than anything - six weeks was too long to be separated from him. But she had planned this dinner, including Harry's favourite roast lamb, so that she could tell him the good news about the baby and they could celebrate together.

She pulled away from him with a sigh and slid her feet to the floor. “Dinner first, me later,” she said, taking his hand.

He pouted but followed her into the kitchen, sniffing the air appreciatively. “Smells fantastic,” he said as she took the lamb out of the oven and levitated it onto the table. While Harry carved the meat, Hermione dished out the vegetables and then they sat down to eat.

“God, love, I reckon I missed your cooking almost as much as I missed you,” Harry said when he finally put down his knife and fork.

“Well I have to make up for the fact that you never eat properly when you're away,” Hermione replied with a smile.

Harry grinned sheepishly. “Well I spoke to Kingsley earlier and he's agreed to take me off the field work roster for the next couple of months, so I'll be able to enjoy your culinary skills on a more regular basis.”

Hermione frowned at the news. “But I don't understand - you love the Auror missions. And paperwork bores you silly.”

“It won't just be paperwork - I've been asked to devise a new training program for this year's recruits.” Harry took a sip from his glass of pumpkin juice, before putting it down and taking Hermione's hand. “And yes I love the missions, but I also love my wife...and I miss her when I'm away.”

Still holding his hand, Hermione stood up, crossed the distance between them and sat down on his lap, pressing a light kiss to his mouth. “I've missed you too.”

Lifting his free hand up, Harry tucked a solitary curl behind her ear and then ran the back of his hand down across her cheek. “Also, I've been thinking a lot about what we talked about the night before I left. About starting a family.”

Hermione's mouth curved into a grin. She couldn't wait to see his reaction when she told him the good news.

“Now I may not be as brainy as my beautiful wife, but even I know it won't be easy getting you knocked up if I'm away all the time.” He grinned and brought the hand that was still linked to his to his lips and kissed it. “So what do you say? Wanna make a baby?”

Hermione smiled and pressed another kiss to his mouth. “I'd love to, but I'm afraid you're too late.” At his frown, she took his hand and placed it on her stomach. “Your reproductive cells are way ahead of you.”

Harry's face lit up as realisation dawned. He looked down at his hand and then up at her face. “You mean...”

“I'm pregnant.”

The look of sheer delight on Harry's face almost brought tears to Hermione's eyes, before his free hand tangled in her hair and pulled her to him, his mouth engaging hers in a passionate kiss. Just as she felt him harden beneath her, he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. “I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too and as much as I'm enjoying sitting here...” She wriggled her bum against Harry's groin earning herself a gasp from her husband and the unmistakable thrust of his erection against her. “...these dishes are not going to wash themselves - at least not without a good Scourgify.”

But as she got up, Harry stood up too and pulled her back. “Oh no you don't, love. I'm going to see to the dishes. You are going to go and put your feet up. You need to start looking after yourself...and our son.”

Hermione raised her eyebrow. “What makes you think it's going to be a boy?”

“Just a feeling,” he said with a grin. “Now go and sit down. Husband's orders.”

Knowing it was futile to protest when Harry went into protection mode, Hermione did as she was told and went through to the den and laid down on the sofa. She relaxed against the cushions and closed her eyes, smiling at how much she loved her husband and how happy she was that she was going to give him the family he'd always longed for.

“Mummy, Mummy.”

Hermione turned to see a young girl with bushy brown hair run into the kitchen, her green eyes lit up.

“Mummy, it's arrived, it's arrived!” the girl said breathlessly, tugging on her mother's sleeve.

“Ok, Lily, I'm coming,” she said. With a flick of her wand, she cleared away the last of the breakfast things and followed her daughter into the den, where a black haired boy sat next to his father, holding a thick envelope bearing a familiar crest with a lion, an eagle, a badger and a serpent united around a large letter `H'.

“Go on, James, open it,” Harry said.

Breaking open the seal, James, pulled out the contents of the envelope and unfolded the letter.

“Dear Mr Potter, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...

As he continued reading, his sister climbed onto her father's lap.

“I wish I was old enough to go to Hogwarts,” she said, sadly.

“Sorry Lilybug, you've got another three years to go yet,” Harry said, ruffling her hair.

“But I want to see the moving staircases. I've read all about them in Hogwarts, A History. And I can't wait to see the library. Mummy says there are thousands of books in there on every single magical subject.”

Hermione smiled. Harry was always saying how much their daughter reminded him of her when they first met.

“I'm going to be taking enough books with me,” James said gesturing to his list of school supplies. “I just wish that I could take my broomstick. Then maybe they'd let me play Quidditch like dad did.”

Hermione caught Harry's eye and he grinned at her. If Lily reminded him of her then James was undoubtedly his father's son. Hermione had lost count of the number of times schoolwork had come second to Quidditch for her husband.

Leaving their children talking excitedly about Hogwarts, she and Harry went through to the kitchen where he perched on the edge of the table and pulled her into his arms.

“I never imagined this day would come so quickly,” she said with a rueful smile. “It's gonna be hard to watch him go.”

“I know,” Harry said, stroking up and down her back. “But James is smart - he'll be ok.”

“You know, it feels like only yesterday that I found out I was pregnant with him.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I remember that day. It was the happiest I've ever felt. Up until James and Lily were born. I knew I was finally getting the one thing I'd always dreamed of - a family of my own. And it was all because of you.”

He brushed a curl back from her face - something he always did before he kissed her and she both heard and felt him breathe “I love you,” against her lips as his mouth descended...

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Mischief managed!

I love Harry in this one! If you did too, you know what to do!

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3. Harry And Hermione's...Um...Celebrations

Disclaimer: I am a Harry/Hermione shipper. Ergo I am not JKR and do not own the anything Harry Potter related...except the dirty things I'm gonna make them do!

A/N: Thanks so much for all your great reviews and I'm so sorry for the delay in posting this next chapter. This is the last one (except for the epilogue) so I wanted it to be longer, plus its the chapter that earns the story its rating (at least I hope!) and I've always found smut a lot harder to write unless my muse is being friendly...and she hasn't been (I don't think I'm paying her enough). Also RL's been getting in the way with those daily trips to the evil place where they keep my pay cheque. Never mind, its finally done and I really you like it and please review. And for those of you who were wondering, the bit in italics in the last chapter was Hermione's dream. Anyway - here's chapter 3...

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good...

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Hermione awoke, images from the dream still clinging to the periphery of her mind. It took her a moment to get her bearings before she realized she was in her bed and the shower was running next door. She was also wearing her favourite nightshirt, which was actually an old Quidditch t-shirt of Harry's from his Hogwarts days that came to mid-thigh.

She must have fallen asleep on the sofa and Harry had found her and brought her upstairs. With a smile, she recalled her dream of Harry and herself and their picture perfect family - it made her feel wonderfully warm inside. She had never entertained the idea of naming their children after Harry's parents, but it did seem fitting somehow. And if their future was half as wonderful is it had appeared in the dream then she knew they'd be tremendously happy.

She heard the shower shut off and moments later, Harry walked into their bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.

“You're awake,” he said with a smile when he saw her, before going over to the chest of drawers and pulling out a white t-shirt and a pair of dark green pyjama pants. She watched as he removed the towel and a flash of heat pooled between her thighs at the sight of her naked husband.

Merlin but he was gorgeous. When she'd first met him at the age of eleven, he'd been short and skinny, but a significant growth spurt along with years of Quidditch and field work as an Auror had produced a fine specimen of masculinity, a toned, muscular body with not an ounce of fat.

Before he could get dressed, she got out of bed and padded over to him, snaking her arms around his waist and kissing up his spine.

“You won't be needing those,” she breathed against his skin.

“Hermione...” he groaned, as he turned and she pressed her body against his, feeling his semi-hard cock against her stomach. Threading her fingers through his still damp hair, she pulled his mouth to hers, slipping her tongue inside to play with his as he slid his hands down her body and up, under the t-shirt to rest on her hips.

She wanted him so badly. She'd gone six long weeks without his touch and she was desperate for him, desperate to feel his skin against hers, to feel his hands on her body, to feel him inside her.

He picked her up and she curled her legs around his waist, lifting the t-shirt up and over her head as he moved towards the bed and dropping it on the floor. He lowered her onto the bed and then removed her black lace knickers, which were already soaked. He covered her body with his, sliding one thigh between hers and then pulled back to look at her and brush a stray curl out of her face.

“God, I've missed you,” he breathed.

And then he proceeded to show her just how much; slanting his mouth across hers and kissing her with barely concealed need, their tongues tangling and their breath mingling. She loved the familiar taste of him and the familiar weight of his body on hers. They fit together so perfectly, as if they'd been made for each other, two halves of the same whole. His lips left hers and lingered briefly in the sensitive spot behind her ear, before trailing light, nibbling kisses down the sensitive cord of her neck to the hollow at the base where he licked and sucked at her thudding pulse point. His mouth drifted over her collarbone and across her bare shoulders.

He shifted then, his hands moving to cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and teasing her nipples with his thumbs, making her quiver with need. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her stomach and knew he was just as turned on, yet she also knew that Harry liked to take things slow. Of course he enjoyed a quickie as much as the next guy - like the handful of times she'd spent her lunch hour perched atop or bent over his desk - but he was also a master of foreplay and took great pleasure in teasing her and bringing her to the edge over and over again before finally letting her fall.

She arched her back craving his touch and moaning his name as he dipped his head, took one nipple in his mouth and sucked.

Oh, Merlin. So many sensations at once, each one made more acute by the exquisite sensitivity of her body.

She could feel the soft silkiness of his hair against her skin, contrasting with the slight stubble still covering his jaw. The movement of his tongue and lips. The warmth of his mouth. The tingling that started in her nipples and seemed to flood through every nerve ending.

“Oh, Harry...” she whispered, sliding her hands into his hair. “Oh, yes...”

He paid the same attention to her other nipple, teasing the sensitive tip with his tongue, before slowly kissing his way down over her slightly rounded abdomen. He stopped for a moment to brush his fingertips over the place where their baby was growing and look up at her, his eyes filled with love, before continuing on towards his target.

Reaching the soft hair between her legs, he let his mouth hover, teasing her with his warm breath. She was aching for the pleasure she knew awaited her, literally throbbing, and for a brief moment she recalled the first time that Harry had used his mouth on her. It was the first time any man had done that to her and she'd been unprepared for the onslaught of pleasure that engulfed her body at the first touch of his tongue to her sex. She knew from experience that she wouldn't be able to last long once he started - she was already halfway there and Harry being Harry was determined to drive her crazy.

“Harry, please...” she begged on a long drawn out moan.

She saw him grin slightly, before he licked once right up the centre of her and flicked his tongue against her clit.

A rather colourful curse escaped her lips and Harry pulled back and looked up at her again, arching one eyebrow. Hermione rarely swore, in fact she was usually the one to berate her husband - and their mutual best friend - for their bad language. But it had been an unconscious slip and while it was not a word that was normally included in her vocabulary, it described to perfection exactly what she wanted to do to her husband at this very moment.

With a chuckle, Harry returned to his task, retreating first to tease her with feather light kisses along her inner thighs and then moving in to torment her further with his tongue, alternating between lapping at her juices and flicking at her clit, until she was moaning and quivering. Bringing his hand up, he pushed two fingers inside her, curling them up to hit her G-spot and latched onto her clit, sucking it into his mouth.

Her hands clutched the sheet beneath her, her knuckles almost white as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm, her moans increasing in volume and her legs starting to shake.

“Oh...oh...yes...Harry...oh God...please don't stop...”

She knew Harry could tell how close she was and as she felt her body start to contract around his fingers, he began to pull back, making her almost scream with frustration. She was too close to the edge and so desperate to come that she refused to allow his retreat. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she held him in place until he took the hint and began licking her clit in a rapid motion that matched the increased pace of his thrusting fingers. She hit the plateau hard and teetered on the brink for several perfect seconds before the building pressure exploded and she shuddered and gasped as she came.

Opening her eyes as she slowly returned to earth, she saw that Harry had moved back up and was lying on his side watching her, his emerald eyes were pools of molten green. He leaned down and kissed her, before pulling back slightly. “I never get tired of making you come.”

Hermione smiled lazily. “Mmm, you're so good at it.”

Harry grinned, but before he could respond, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him.

“In fact I think you deserve to be thoroughly rewarded for your talents.”

She kissed him hard, nibbling on his bottom lip and sucking on his tongue, while her fingers teased his flat male nipples. Her mouth moved to his neck, her teeth gently grazing his Adams apple and drawing a husky groan from him. On her downward journey she continued her torturous exploration of his gorgeous body, as if she were doing so for the first time, tracing her tongue along the contours of his chest, while her hands slid lower to lightly scrape his taut abs with her fingernails, causing shudders to race through him. Her mouth soon caught up with her hands as she licked down the line of hair leading to his cock, before dropping kisses over the tops of his thighs and everywhere except where he most wanted them.

“Witch...you just love to tease me, don't you?” he muttered, his voice thick was desire.

Hermione stopped her ministrations long enough to reply. “What's good for the goose is good for the gander.”

Although she loved teasing him, she couldn't wait to have him in her mouth - as much as Harry loved going down on her, she loved returning the favour. It was the knowledge that she could affect him so much with the briefest touch of her tongue, that she could have him at her mercy, that he would probably do anything to have the pleasure go on and on. It always turned Hermione on so much to see the way her husband reacted to the actions of her lips and tongue and hands.

With an impish grin on her face, she wrapped one small, soft hand around the base of his cock, causing his hips to jerk once and a low groan to escape his lips. Her hand glided in a mercilessly slow motion up and down his shaft resulting in a symphony of needy groans from her husband before she put him out of his misery and engulfed him in her mouth.

“Oh, baby...sweet Merlin...”

She knew from experience that there was only so much of Harry she could take, so when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, she stopped and her right hand continued to pump him at the base while she sucked him and teased him with her tongue and her left hand massaged his balls.

Though it may have seemed out of sorts with his character, Harry was in fact extremely vocal in the bedroom - nothing too dirty, just a mantra-like chanting of her name and entreaties to an invisible deity as well as a variety of wizards one would expect to find immortalised in a collection of Chocolate Frog cards. Add to that periodic utterances, pleading with her not to stop and the clutching of her hair in his hands, and just listening to him was making her wet again.

As she sucked harder and her hand sped up, his groans grew louder, his legs began to quiver and his hips began to jerk - tell-tale signs that he was getting close to orgasm. But a few moments later, his grip on her hair tightened and he pulled her head away from his cock.

“Ok, baby, stop,” he muttered, dragging in a couple of deep breaths. “I wanna be inside you when I come.”

As she crawled back up his body, she could see that his eyes were closed and his teeth were gritted, as he tried to regain control. Evidently succeeding for the moment, he opened his eyes and briefly met hers before covering her mouth with his and rolling her over so she was beneath him once more.

He continued to prolong the torture as only he could, teasing her nipples with his tongue while his fingers played in the moisture between her legs. Oh, God, she wanted...she needed him inside her, right now.

“Harry...”

She could only utter his name in an anguished plea for relief from her aching need. She felt him take himself in hand and she moaned when the head of his cock brushed her entrance. He paused for a second and looked up at her.

“Are you sure this is ok? That it's safe for you and the baby?”

Hermione's heart melted with love for him at the moment - even when he was desperate to make love to her, his first concern ran to the welfare of her and their unborn child. Tears began to form in her eyes and she blinked them away as she nodded and brought his head back up to hers. She kissed him with a sweetness that went beyond sex and told him without words how much she adored him.

As he returned her kiss, she felt him slide inside her, her body stretching to accommodate him and all of her nerve endings firing off all at once. This was what she had craved for six long weeks.

He reached the hilt and stopping moving, his eyes were shut tight and his mouth hung open slightly - he looked dangerously close to losing control. A wicked thought flashed in her mind and she tightened her muscles around him, making him gasp.

“Fuck...Hermione, don't do that...unless you want me to come right this second.”

A giggle escaped her and he opened his eyes and narrowed them, before pulling back to thrust into her hard, making her cry out as the pleasure hit her.

“Not so smug now, huh, baby?”

He pulled back and thrust again, more gentle than before as he began to build a steady rhythm, stoking the fire that was building inside her. She moved with him in a dance that was theirs alone, her moans echoing his as he propelled her closer and closer to the edge. But it wasn't enough - she knew Harry was holding back, more than likely because he was still worried about hurting her and the baby.

“Harry...please...harder...faster...more...” She saw the look in his eyes and reassured him. “It's ok...I promise...I...oh God...”

As he sped up, she curled her legs around his waist and locked her ankles, digging them into the small of his back. The change of angle meant his cock brushed against her G-spot and flung her into oblivion as she came, her body convulsing. As she rode out her orgasm, Harry rolled onto his back so that she was sitting astride him.

This was one of Harry's favourite positions - she knew he got off on watching her take control of their lovemaking. That he relished in the fact that to the world Hermione Potter still conveyed the image of a conservative bookworm that had been a fixed perception since she first began attending Hogwarts, when in truth, between the sheets, she could be anything but. And for Harry, knowing that only he was aware of his wife's wilder side, was an even bigger turn on.

Tremors still racing through her, Hermione began rocking her hips, punctuating her motions with brief contractions of her muscles, as she drew out her own pleasure and attempted to push his to the limit. And surely the groans that escaped his lips between every breath were evidence of her success.

“Oh...Mione...oh God...that's it, baby...”

When his body began to shake beneath her, she knew it was only a matter of time. Pulling himself into a sitting position, he grasped her hips and took charge again, thrusting up into her in a rapid motion. One hand shifted to tease her clit with the pad of his thumb, hauling her into a second orgasm as he reached his first; he stiffened, thrust once, twice, three times and gave a hoarse cry as he came. She felt the hot surge of his seed inside her as he shuddered helplessly in her arms for several long moments before collapsing back against the pillows and pulling her with him.

She slid off him and settled herself in the crook of his arm, her head resting on his shoulder, one arm lying across his stomach and her legs intertwined with his. She lifted her head to press a light kiss to his jaw.

“I don't think I've ever seen you come so hard.”

“Six weeks, Mione,” was all he seemed able to utter. “Six weeks.”

“You mean you didn't...while you were away...”

He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Course I did...wouldn't have made it through otherwise, thinking about you all the time. But it's no bloody fun on your own.”

Hermione smiled. “You got that right.”

His eyes glazed over as her implication registered and she knew he was picturing it in his mind. He leaned over to smack her lightly on the bum.

“Don't tease me...I'm exhausted.” He brought his hand back up to tuck a curl behind her ear. “Are you ok? I didn't hurt you, did I?”

She smiled again. “I told you there's nothing to worry about. Trust me...I checked with the midwitch at my appointment this afternoon.”

Harry ran his hand down her arm to lace his fingers with hers. “I still can't believe it. I never thought I could be this happy. I have an amazingly beautiful wife who's also my best friend and now I'm gonna be a father too. You've given me everything I could ever want and I love you so much, Hermione. You're my whole world.”

Her eyes began to well up again. “You certainly have a way with words, Harry Potter. And by the way, I love you too.”

He kissed her forehead, both her eyelids and finally her mouth, before pulling back. He tugged her closer to him and she snuggled into his arms as they both drifted into a sated sleep.

***

Mischief managed!

Cold shower anyone?

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