A/N: I will NOT write a Mary-Sue I will NOT write a Mary-Sue I will NOT
write a Mary-Sue *looks up* Oh hello. I was just thinking of how I seem to
have the awful habit of writing Mary-Sues and was hoping I wouldn't turn
this story into one. If you have any suggestions (CONSTRUCTIVE suggestions
that is) don't hesitate to review!
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"Harry, Harry I think we should stop," whispered Hermione. Despite her protests, she moaned with pleasure as Harry planted kisses along her collarbone. The blue sheets were twisted around her slim body; it was the result of her suggesting that she and Harry try and get some sleep.
"Hermione, it's okay. We won't do anything," said Harry, pausing to look into his wife's chocolate brown eyes. He kissed the tip of her nose.
Hermione rolled her eyes and groaned. "That's what you ALWAYS say! Besides, the doctor said we should wait awhile before engaging in a lot of intimacy. Giving birth isn't easy on my body you know!" She patted her stomach, which was back to its original state. Hermione was glad for this. Her back had been killing her all throughout her pregnancy.
Harry grinned. "I can only imagine," he said, "but it gave us a wonderful gift, don't you think?" He got off their four-poster bed and walked over to the white bassinet draped with pink linens and peered at the tiny child inside. She was so small and fragile. Her tiny fingers and toes always fascinated Harry. Audrey loved it when Harry would play "This Little Piggy Went to Market" with her. She would coo and giggle for hours if he ever played that long.
"Oh, absolutely," breathed Hermione, walking over to join him. Her long, loose curls hung around her face as she looked down at her infant daughter fast asleep, her chest rising and falling steadily. She moved her head a little, revealing the small birthmark on the right side of her neck.
"It's amazing that we created this new life, isn't it?" asked Harry, putting an arm around Hermione.
She nodded. "It sure is," she said softly, still looking at the child. "Audrey is a wonderful addition to the family.
The dark blue drapes billowed in the wind as she said that, and Hermione shivered. She was exhausted as well; Audrey had to be fed very often, and Hermione had just finished feeding her infant.
"Come on, let's go to bed - for real this time," Hermione said as Harry got a sly grin on his face.
Harry nodded. "Okay," he said. He kissed his daughter's tiny forehead. "Goodnight Audrey," he whispered before climbing back into his own bed.
Hermione smiled as Harry put an arm around her as they lay in bed silently. It felt so wonderful to have her own husband and child. And as she closed her eyes a final time that night, she knew that she would never, ever, let anyone - or anything - hurt either one of them.
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A/N: I know it's short, but this is the prologue. I promise to update soon!
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"Harry, Harry I think we should stop," whispered Hermione. Despite her protests, she moaned with pleasure as Harry planted kisses along her collarbone. The blue sheets were twisted around her slim body; it was the result of her suggesting that she and Harry try and get some sleep.
"Hermione, it's okay. We won't do anything," said Harry, pausing to look into his wife's chocolate brown eyes. He kissed the tip of her nose.
Hermione rolled her eyes and groaned. "That's what you ALWAYS say! Besides, the doctor said we should wait awhile before engaging in a lot of intimacy. Giving birth isn't easy on my body you know!" She patted her stomach, which was back to its original state. Hermione was glad for this. Her back had been killing her all throughout her pregnancy.
Harry grinned. "I can only imagine," he said, "but it gave us a wonderful gift, don't you think?" He got off their four-poster bed and walked over to the white bassinet draped with pink linens and peered at the tiny child inside. She was so small and fragile. Her tiny fingers and toes always fascinated Harry. Audrey loved it when Harry would play "This Little Piggy Went to Market" with her. She would coo and giggle for hours if he ever played that long.
"Oh, absolutely," breathed Hermione, walking over to join him. Her long, loose curls hung around her face as she looked down at her infant daughter fast asleep, her chest rising and falling steadily. She moved her head a little, revealing the small birthmark on the right side of her neck.
"It's amazing that we created this new life, isn't it?" asked Harry, putting an arm around Hermione.
She nodded. "It sure is," she said softly, still looking at the child. "Audrey is a wonderful addition to the family.
The dark blue drapes billowed in the wind as she said that, and Hermione shivered. She was exhausted as well; Audrey had to be fed very often, and Hermione had just finished feeding her infant.
"Come on, let's go to bed - for real this time," Hermione said as Harry got a sly grin on his face.
Harry nodded. "Okay," he said. He kissed his daughter's tiny forehead. "Goodnight Audrey," he whispered before climbing back into his own bed.
Hermione smiled as Harry put an arm around her as they lay in bed silently. It felt so wonderful to have her own husband and child. And as she closed her eyes a final time that night, she knew that she would never, ever, let anyone - or anything - hurt either one of them.
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A/N: I know it's short, but this is the prologue. I promise to update soon!