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The Potter Show
Am I In Trouble?
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This chapter picks up from the last.
After Ron had left, Harry thought better of it to approach Hermione straight away. He knew something was bothering her and didn't want to risk causing her further anger. It was as if anything he said lately upset her. Harry was totally confused, he wasn't disagreeing with what Hermione had said, he just understood where Ron was coming from too. Ron wasn't the sharpest tool in the box when it came to women, something that his friend had openly admitted, but Hermione had took it so personally. Harry thought back to the time shortly after Hermione's pregnancy and couldn't remember having any problems when it came to getting their love life back to the way it was. So why was she being so…sensitive? After spending the rest of the day avoiding each other, Harry was pleasantly surprised to be allowed into their bedroom that night.
Both sat in silence on the side edges of the bed with their backs to each other as they started to undress. They had both snuck little glances over their shoulders at each other when the other wasn't looking, tension clearly present. Harry turned in his wife's direction when she stood up and walked over to her dresser draws in just her bra and panties.
Hermione took out her nightgown and turned around to see her husband looking at her concerned. "What?" she asked flatly.
"Am I in trouble?" he replied with a question.
"No," she answered, then walked out of sight into their on suite bathroom.
Harry threw his head back and sighed, before standing up and slowly walking over to the bathroom. He stopped and leant against the doorframe when he saw Hermione already in her nightgown and brushing her hair in the front of the mirror.
"So," Harry said. "What are you and Charlotte doing tomorrow? Anything nice?"
"I'm taking her to Diagon Alley," Hermione replied, still not looking at him.
Harry smiled. "She'll like that."
"Well, school starts in two weeks," Hermione said, tying her hair back. "Trying to get as much time with her as I can before the new term starts."
Harry frowned. She still wasn't looking at him and it was as if it were two strangers talking instead a of a married couple in love. Harry had no real idea what to say, so he said the first thing that came into his head.
"I love you," he said softly.
Hermione froze, then slowly put her brush by the side of the sink. She finally faced him and smiled slightly. "I love you, too."
"Still?" he asked in a husky voice.
"Always," she said simply.
"Phew," Harry blew out dramatically, causing Hermione to giggle.
"Today's been strange," Hermione said quietly.
"Yeah," Harry agreed folding his arms. "Really weird."
"I don't know what's wrong with me Harry," she said looking back into the mirror. "It's just that…when I thought you were criticizing how I handled the situation with Charlotte earlier, and then when Ron was complaining that Luna was frigid all because she had given birth to a child, I wanted to curse both of you," she finished, looking back into his eyes.
"I really couldn't tell," he tried to joke. Hermione cocked her head to one side and put her hands on hips, which made Harry raise a hand. "I'm just kidding," he grinned.
"I'm really sorry," she said softly.
Harry shook his head slowly. "Don't apologise. I just wish I knew why it upset you so much?" Hermione immediately looked away from him, something that caused a worrying thought to cross Harry's mind. "Hermione, you don't think that I pressured you into doing anything after Charlotte was born…do you?"
Hermione's head snapped back in his direction. "No!" she said quickly. "Not at all." Harry didn't look convinced, something that pulled at Hermione's heart strings. She walked over to him and placed her hands on his crossed arms. "Harry, I was there remember? I could've said no if I'd wanted to."
"Can I ask you something?"
Hermione giggled. "Surely my behaviour today hasn't made you that scared, that you think you have to ask permission to ask me a question?"
"No, of course not," Harry laughed nervously, then cocked his head from side to side a few times. "Well…a bit."
Hermione bit her lip smiling. "What is it you want to ask me?"
"Well, and please don't think that I'm trying to defend Ron, it's just that I'm a little confused."
"About what?" Hermione asked stroking his arms.
Harry cleared his throat. "I know that after Charlotte was born the hospital said that we couldn't have sex for six weeks, and that was fine, but after those six weeks were up we were so…back to normal so quickly."
It was true. After Hermione had given birth, the hospital had told her and Harry that they had to refrain from intercourse for six weeks, something that proved to be very difficult for the both of them. Even though Charlotte kept them awake at night and took up most of their day during that time, Harry and Hermione as tired as they were, still found time for some fun. Fun usually meant heavy make out sessions and fondling, and Harry getting more blow jobs over the course of six weeks than he'd had ever since they'd gotten married.
"And?" Hermione asked.
"How come Luna's being so different?"
"Oh, I see," Hermione finally understood.
"Not that it's a bad thing, I just don't get it," Harry said honestly.
"Harry," Hermione started gently. "Do you know why I was completely at ease about us getting that part of our life back to normal so quickly? Or why I let you make love to me right up to before Charlotte was born?" Harry shook his head. "Because you still managed to make me feel beautiful every single day, even when I thought I was looking fat and ugly. You kissed me a lot and were always cuddling me, and I don't think you realise just how much I needed that."
Harry made a funny face. "Is there a possibility that Ron…didn't…do those things?"
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "What do you think?" she asked in an obvious tone. She patted his arms and walked back into the bedroom as Harry switched off the bathroom light and followed her. She began turning down the bed as Harry carried on getting undressed.
"Has she said something to you?" Harry asked, pulling his t-shirt over his head.
"She told me that he's not been exactly comforting since she's given birth," Hermione answered fluffing a pillow. "Which is why I blew up at him earlier."
"Hermione, you know what Ron's like," Harry pointed out, while unbuttoning his jeans. "He doesn't think about what he's saying half the time or doing for that matter."
"That's not an excuse, Harry."
"I know," he agreed softly, watching Hermione slide under the covers. He walked over to the wardrobe and hung up his jeans.
Hermione regarded him for a few moments then began nervously playing with the wedding bands on her finger. "Harry?"
"Mmm," Harry closed the wardrobe door and walked over to the bed.
"Did you mean it?"
Harry was getting under the covers and paused briefly at the question. "Mean what, baby?"
"When you said that me being pregnant didn't repulse you," she replied.
Harry was surprised that she even had to ask this question. She had just got through telling him that he'd constantly made her feel beautiful during her pregnancy, and after. "Why would I lie about that?"
Hermione sat up next to him and leant back against the headboard. "I know you wouldn't it's just that you even went so far as calling me sexy when all I felt was fat and lethargic, which I know you probably said just to make me feel better."
Harry looked stunned. "Hermione, when you were pregnant, I struggled to remember a time when you had looked sexier."
"Sorry?" Hermione uttered in disbelief.
"I'm being serious," he told her with her a smile. "I'll be honest and say that I never thought it would be possible for me to love you more than I already did, especially after we got married. But when you told me that I was going to be a father, it overwhelmed me to find out that I really was going to love you more and more everyday."
"Really?" Hermione choked out, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Really," he smiled. He then placed his hand on Hermione's stomach. "It was simply incredible to me to know that you had our baby right there. I will never be able to describe how that made me feel…how you made me feel." Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes and covered his hand with her own. "Don't cry," he said, using his free hand to help her wipe away some tears.
"These are happy tears," she said laughing. "I promise."
"You sure?"
"Yes," Hermione nodded emphatically. Harry didn't know it, but he had just helped Hermione make up her mind about something that she had been thinking on for weeks. "Harry, there's something that I want to tell you."
"I thought you might," he said. "You've been a little guarded lately. I didn't want to say anything in case I upset you, which I managed to do twice today without really working at it."
"I was upset because I thought you were putting down my parenting abilities, which I know that you'd never do, and I was stupid to think you would do in the first place," she explained. "Then I thought you were agreeing with Ron when he said Luna was being frigid just because she'd had a baby."
"Does this have something to do with why you've been acting…differently lately?" he asked, wording his question carefully.
"I think so," she replied.
Harry pulled away some stray hair that had fallen in front of Hermione's face, then let his hand rest on the side of her cheek. "Then what is it you wanted to tell me?"
Looking deeply into his eyes all she saw was pure devotion and love. Her mind was made up.
"I want another baby," she admitted softly.
Harry stilled and found that at that moment he didn't know how to speak. He certainly wasn't expecting that.
Hermione knew his desire to have a big family was great, and when she had told him that she was ready to have a baby the first time around he couldn't hide his happiness. Charlotte was now five years old and even though he'd thought about bringing up the subject of more children before, which on one previous occasion he had and was shot down rather quickly, he stopped himself from bringing it up again because he didn't want to appear selfish.
Hermione was still very career minded. She had a job that she absolutely loved and had worked so hard for, that Harry didn't want her to think that all he saw her as was a breeding machine. She had given him a child virtually straight away after they had gotten married, something that had pleasantly surprised him and others. After Charlotte had gotten a little older, Hermione then started to concentrate on her career. Many people had said that she did things the wrong way around, it should have been career first and then family, but Hermione didn't care. She wanted it all and was proving that it could be done.
Hermione was beginning to feel a bit nervous, Harry still hadn't said anything. She was sure that he'd be thrilled with the idea. "Harry, please say something."
Harry let the hand on her cheek trail all the way down her arm to grasp one of her hands. Lifting it to his lips he kissed it softly. Not letting go of her hand, he gazed into her eyes and couldn't stop the wide grin that was quickly forming on his face. "Are you sure?"
"I am now," she gushed.
"How long have you felt this way?" he asked curiously.
"For a while," she told him truthfully.
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Because I know you," she laughed at his guilty face. "I wasn't sure whether it was something that I really wanted or just a phase I was going through. I didn't want you to get your hopes up, which I knew you would have done, if I wasn't one hundred percent certain it was something that I wanted to happen. Only when I was sure was I going to ask you how you felt about the idea."
"And now you're sure," he stated giddily.
"And now I'm sure," Hermione confirmed. She let go of his hand and let the one on her stomach fall away as she slowly slid down to lie down on the bed. She was amused to see Harry staring into space, a familiar look upon his face. It was a look he usually got when something so amazing had just happened to him that he was sure he'd dreamt it. "Look darling, I know that this a huge deal and that you're probably going to need some time," Hermione said, with humour present in her voice. "So, I'm just going to lie here while you think it over, and…just let me know what you decide." Pleased with herself, Hermione put an arm behind her head and watched her husband work through his thoughts.
Harry could feel his wife's eyes on him and smirked. Hermione was playing with him, she knew full well that he wouldn't need time to think about it, and that he'd be overjoyed at the prospect of becoming a father again. Just then, his entire body twitched. "Ooh."
"What the hell was that?" Hermione giggled.
Harry slid down to hover above her, resting his weight on his forearm. "Think my sperm's starting to get excited."
Hermione laughed, then trailed a hand slowly down her husband's toned chest. "So, I take it that you--"
"I want in," he cut her off huskily. He leaned down and let his lips brush gently against hers . "You know, these things can take time so the sooner we get started the better."
Hermione's hand reached up to stoke the back of his neck. "It didn't take you that long last time," she whispered seductively. Harry grinned and slowly climbed on top of her, settling between her legs. His action caused Hermione to shiver slightly. She reached down letting both hands trail down his back, her fingers grazing his taut muscles. Upon reaching his boxer shorts, she raised the elastic and playfully let it slap against his hips. "I think these need to go."
Harry curled one of the straps from her flimsy nightgown in his fingers. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He winked and began planting light kisses down her body. Reaching her stomach, he got to his knees and sat against the balls of his feet. Starting at her knees, Harry let his hands travel up her thighs to grasp the bottom of her nightgown. Pushing it up at an agonizingly slow pace, he stopped and shook his head when he saw that she was wearing panties. "You must really have been mad at me," he joked.
"Like that's ever stopped you," she said playfully.
Harry gave her a boyish grin. Ever since they were married, Hermione had gotten into a habit of never wearing underwear in bed, something that pleased Harry to no end. She usually wore a silk nightgown or one of Harry's old shirts, something that made her husband even happier. It took Harry a while to notice at first, but the funny thing about it was that whenever he and Hermione had had an argument, Hermione wore underwear to bed. It was her way of sending him a message. Access denied. What was even funnier, was that Hermione never stuck to her guns. However, when they made up after an argument which was always the case, she never let him remove her underwear. The only way she allowed him to get inside her was if he moved her panties to one side, something Harry had no problem with. If Hermione couldn't admit that she found it impossible not to surrender to his charms, he was more than happy to play along if it meant he got to...
"Harry?" Hermione's soft voice disturbed him from his thoughts. "Are you still with me?"
Harry cleared his mind and looked to where his hands were still on Hermione's hips. "Sorry sweetie."
"What's wrong?"
Harry shook his head and smiled. "Nothing." He crept back up her body and hovered above her face. "I was thinking that…with us trying to make a baby, you'd maybe let me…you know?"
Hermione stared up into his puppy dog eyes, he had put on the cutest face and she knew she couldn't refuse him. "Just this once," she replied, biting her lower lip.
Looking like the cat who got the cream, Harry fused his lips to hers. Hermione immediately felt his tongue slip through her lips to explore her mouth. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she moaned in delight when she felt a part of him that he was intimately pushing against her, getting distinctively harder. Harry broke the kiss and got back onto his knees, caressing every inch of her body as his hands drifted from her neck down to her stomach. As he gazed lovingly into his wife's eyes, he hooked his fingers into the panties that were covering his personal paradise, and teasingly glided them down her legs. Harry threw them somewhere to the side and then rid himself of his boxers, Hermione looking hungrily at his engorged manhood as it sprang to attention. He leaned forward and started pushing up her nightgown, wanting to worship her completely. Hermione raised her arms in the air and leant forward slightly, allowing Harry to pull the garment over her head. As he did this, Hermione twitched rather suddenly, making Harry unable to resist giving his goddess a wink. He was deliberately pushing his erection against her already slick center, teasing her mercilessly.
"That's better," Harry said throatily, his eyes meeting hers.
Hermione cradled the back of his head and brought him down for a heated kiss. He kissed back deeply, her mouth hot and wet, her tongue readily responding to his own. After a few moments, his kisses left her lips and started their journey south, Hermione sweetly caressing the back of his head as he got lower and lower.
Harry looked up to see Hermione waiting in anticipation for his next move, and smiled when she instinctively spread her legs wider for him. Harry usually got great satisfaction in teasing his wife in these situations, but this time he didn't have the control to. Seeing Hermione so wet and ready for him made it impossible to resist any longer. Not wanting to wait another second, he flicked his tongue out and ran it up her folds.
"Oh, god," Hermione moaned at the sensation that shot through her, keeping one hand on his head to keep him in place. She leant up on her free arm so she could clearly see her husband's head between her legs. She loved watching him do this. Whenever Harry went down on her he would close his eyes and drift to another world, a world that revolved only around her.
Harry pressed more of his face towards her wetness, then stuck his tongue as far into her as he could. Licking and sucking gently he grinned upon hearing her moan again. A louder, longer moan came from between her lips as he started to suck on her most sensitive spot.
"Mmm, right there," Hermione told him breathlessly.
The beauty of being together for so long was knowing exactly what each other liked, and where Harry and Hermione always made sure to try new things to keep their sex life hot and spontaneous, there was nothing wrong with resorting to old favourites from time to time.
Feeling the juices start to gush from her, Harry gently pushed two of fingers inside. He started pumping them in and out of her, pressing his tongue forcefully against her clit. He was rewarded when he started to feel her body begin to shake beneath him. Feeling that she was close, he pulled his face away from her folds, and got to his knees.
Hermione regarded him incomprehensively, which earned her a sly grin. "Oh, you evil bastard," she said still breathless.
Harry chuckled and sat back against one hand, spreading his legs out in front of him. Taking his now throbbing solid cock into his other hand, he began to stroke it, whilst sending Hermione a pure look if desire. "Come ere you," he ordered softly.
Hermione melted at the look he was giving her, and decided that payback for being such a tease would have to come later. She slowly got up from her position on the bed, and getting on all fours, seductively crawled towards him. Their eyes locked as she got to her knees and straddled him. Harry's hands immediately went to his wife's hips, as she took him into her hand and guided him inside her. Both moaned in pure bliss as Hermione slid down her husband's length and buried him to the hilt. Grabbing his face in her hands, she slowly planted kisses all over as she gently began rocking against him.
In an attempt to bring her even closer, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and crushed her against him. Hermione let out a short gasp and cupped the back of his head with her hands, urging him even closer.
"You're my world, do you know that?" Harry whispered, letting a hand trail up her back and into her hair.
Hermione pulled his head back so that she could look at him in the eyes. "You're mine too," she replied teary eyed, caught up in the overwhelming feelings for her husband at that particular moment. "Forever," she added softly.
Seeing Harry smile, Hermione latched her lips onto his, as the two lovers began their journey to ecstasy.
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