Faked
Chapter One
When she woke up, with his slightly tanned arm lying across her waist, Hermione honestly couldn't think of a time she had been happier. The single ray of sunlight that managed to escape their heavy curtains had woken her, gently. Though it also could have been the light snoring coming from the man wrapped around her. She smiled as she heard it, thinking only of how nice it was to be with him. How nice it always was to be with him.
She had known this man since she was eleven; had loved him since they were fourteen and had married him by twenty-four. Although, she recalled, he hadn't wanted to wait quite that long. He'd have been happy to get hitched straight out of Hogwarts, pop out a few kids before thirty and live happily ever after. She was grateful she'd managed to slow that plan down, suggesting some extra time between just the two of them would be nice. She had eventually caved on the marriage idea, providing children were not in her near future. Whilst she desperately wanted his kids, she also wanted to have a strong career before that was the case.
To herself, she could readily admit that loving him hadn't always been easy. When they'd first met, they hadn't gotten along. He'd thought she was annoying, a know-it-all bookworm who always had to best the people around her. She could also admit he hadn't been wrong. Coming from her world, she knew she had to prove herself to these people. Prove that she could belong in the wizarding world; though she did attempt to tone down her incessant need to know all the answers.
He wasn't an easily amiable person either, as far as she was concerned. She thought his manners had left something to be desired, to be polite. He also had a need to prove himself; he'd felt he'd been somewhat overlooked in his family. Not that any of that mattered now. They had each other, so whilst it wasn't the easiest start, she was happy it had all gone the way it had.
He stirred, tightening his grip around her body. She knew him well enough to know that he was on the brink of waking. She stilled, trying to allow him to go back to sleep. He hadn't slept as much as she would have liked in the past few weeks. Something about a particularly trying case. After graduating from their eighth year of school, he'd gone straight into the Auror programme, whilst she'd gone into healer training. She felt that if he was going to be out there risking his neck, she wanted to be there to patch him up again. Then send him out to do the whole thing again.
The next few years had been especially difficult – the main reason she hadn't been ready for marriage. His difficult days coupled with her long shifts had very nearly torn them apart. Not that this would be the first time that circumstances had separated them. They had definitely been through more than their fair share of trying times. Growing up through a war not conducive to happy, healthy relationships. They'd argued more times than she could count; but they'd always made their ways back to each other. After his first year of the training programme was complete, things seemed to settle. His hours lessened, as did his injuries. They were able – for the first time – to just focus on being with each other.
As her mind was reminiscing on their past, the arm of the once-asleep man behind her began to move. It trailed gently over her swollen abdomen, pausing to gently caress the small bump that had recently appeared there. It was a little over a year after their wedding day, the week before her birthday, and they had plans to go out with Harry and Ginny. The plan was originally to meet for dinner, then go to a nearby wizarding club where a close friend managed the place. After dinner, during which Hermione had been very careful to stay away from pungent soup Harry had ordered as a starter, they made it to the club. It took all of ten minutes for the group to realise that she wasn't drinking, and within fifteen minutes of entering the club, the party had moved from pre-birthday to pre-baby. He had been shocked, to say the least. There had been the not all together unexpected doubts following shortly after the reveal. His family life had been somewhat unconventional, so it was unsurprising that he was a tad nervous. She had very quickly put a stop to that though. Hermione Granger is never wrong, so no child of hers was going to have an inadequate father.
After his fears had been suspended, he was able to fully embrace the idea of his wife having his child. Since then , he'd been unstoppable. She was now nearly five months along, and the baby already wanted for nothing. The nursery had been decorated in neutral, baby friendly colours, as they were determined to wait for any news of the child's gender. They had finally settled on a Hogwarts themed room, seeing as it was where they met, and where their child would one day end up.
The hand that had paused on her stomach now resumed its slow trail down her abdomen. She could feel the man behind was most definitely awake now, in more ways than one. His hand reached its destination between her thighs and proceeded to send her on a journey of her own. His movements sent her higher and higher, until she rather quickly went tumbling over the edge. So far, the biggest perk of her pregnancy was the fact that she was always ready for him. Once she had calmed slightly, he rolled her over until she lay underneath him. With a quick but gentle kiss, he entered her. He slipped in all at once, with her soaked from his previous play. He started slowly, almost lazily drawing himself out and then pushing back in. Very quickly, this wasn't enough for her. She hooked her ankles behind his back to urge him on. He resisted for a few more slow thrusts before succumbing. The next thrust was harder, sending her scooting up the bed; only a quick reflex on her part prevented her head from hitting the wall behind her. Once they had rearranged the pillows around her to prevent injury, he was back to the faster pace. After a few moments, he slipped his hand back between them, to encourage her over the edge once again. With not many more thrusts, and increasing pressure from his hand, she went tumbling into oblivion yet again. He followed shortly after, though she was less aware of this, still consumed by the haze from her own climax.
They allowed themselves some time to catch their breaths, before he reached for his wand to clean them both. After the simple charm, he pulled her back towards him and wrapped his arm once more around her waist.
"Morning, love" he drawled with his voice still sleepy, despite their vigorous wake up. "Any ideas on the time?"
"Not a clue." She cast a quick tempus charm for them both to see.
"Still plenty early, we have nowhere to be today. You promised me day off and I'm holding you to it." With this statement, she pulled him tighter around her and attempted to doze off once more.
It was little more than an hour later when the both stirred again, responding to the fevered knocking oi=n their front door. With a groan, Hermione pulled herself out of bed and slipped on her robe. She made her way to the door, looking through the spy hole to see Harry standing there, still knocking. She opened the door just as his fist was about to hit it once more, causing him to stumble forward slightly due to the forceful nature of his swing. He righted himself and looked at Hermione. The moment he realised he'd woken her was clear on his face, as it developed a rather apologetic looking smile. She showed him into the sitting room, and asked him to give her five minutes to pull on some clothes. With that, she wandered back to the bedroom.
"It's Harry. Get up."
"I don't want to," he said with his head buried in their pillows. "You deal with him."
"It looks serious, I'm fairly certain it's Auror business. You're his partner, you have to sort this." As she spoke, she crept quietly to the bed. With his face on the bed, he couldn't see her coming. One non-verbal levitation spell later and the quilt that he had been clinging too was floating near the rafters.
"Witch! I'll get you for this!" He yelled, though he probably would have been taken more seriously if he weren't bouncing round their room starkers. Giggling as she went, Hermione sauntered back out to join Harry to wait for her husband.
"Coffee?"
"No thanks, I've been up for hours as it is. Sorry to ruin his day off, but this couldn't wait"
"Anything I can help with?"
"Not really. We're not even really certain what it is yet. You're husband takes longer to get ready than you do. I'll never get used to it."
"You've known each other long enough to by now Harry; you've been friends for years." She turned whilst speaking to yell out for her missing husband.
"Draco… get your arse down here."
AN - Hello! It's been so long since I wrote something that I feel justified counting this as my first story. I hope you like it.
There's not much story in this one; it's mostly set-up.
Updates will hopefully be weekly, but I'm notoriously bad for sticking to deadlines. :)