Hermione was pregnant. Normally this would be joyous news, but there was just one problem.
Harry was the father.
While Hermione was sure that Harry would make an amazing father, Harry would insist on marrying her, which would out their secret relationship, unless they went to Vegas and eloped, but somehow she couldn't picture Harry going with that.
"What am I going to do?" Hermione asked herself.
"What's wrong, my heart?" asked Harry. Hermione knew that she'd have to tell him.
"I'm pregnant," said Hermione.
"Why on earth would you be down about that?" asked Harry incredulously. "You'll be an amazing mother."
"But if we get married, our relationship will be revealed to the wizard world. People like Skeeter would crucify me so much that I'd be lynched just walking down Diagon Alley," worried Hermione.
"Don't worry about that, love," crooned Harry soothingly. "No one would dare say a word against the Lady of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter. Even if Skeeter is that stupid, someone would have to be suicidal to cause harm to what is mine. Besides, wizards consider lynching to be too Muggle. You'd have to worry more about an AK to the back. Either way, no one would dare to go against me."
"That's not the point. Wizards wouldn't connect harming your mudblood wife as crossing you. They might even consider it doing you a favor by ridding you of such filth," whimpered Hermione. Harry enveloped Hermione in a hug.
"Regardless, I refuse to hide our relationship anymore. It's practically an open secret already, with anyone we know personally already knowing about it," said Harry, "I'm surprised the Prophet hasn't caught wind of it, tho they were always a little slow on the uptake." Hermione giggled. "It's settled. Dobby!" he called.
"Yes, Master Harry Potter Sir!" said Dobby as he popped in.
"Instruct the elves that tend to Potter Hall to prepare the venue for a wedding. We'll be heading to Knockturne Alley," said Harry, as he grabbed Hermione's arm and apparated away.
Their first stop was Proper Wizarding Wear, where they typically purchased their robes. The tailor greeted them with a smile. "What may I do for my favourite customers?"
"I would like an emerald green wedding dress with silver trim made for my fiancé. For myself, make a similarly coloured Tuxedo jacket styled robe with matching slacks and dress shoes. My wife-to-be is hardly a virgin, and thus cannot wear a white dress at her wedding, so I decided on traditional Potter colours," said Harry.
"Come back in an hour," said the tailor.
Harry and Hermione then visited the jeweler, who made them the finest gold wedding rings money could buy. Their next stop was the blacksmith, where they ordered custom ceremonial blades. At Fine Staves, they each purchased a ceremonial staff that would put Merlin and Morganna's to shame. At Fine Wands, they purchased ceremonial wands with which to swear their vows. They then visited Ollivander's to get each of their new foci upgraded by the best in the business. It's not like they'd do anything with these foci that would alert the ministry. They then picked up their wedding attire before heading to the furniture shop to get tables and other assorted necessities for the wedding and reception. An alter and pews were among them.
Finally, they purchased a notebook and quills for planning.
The next few months were a flurry of planning. Another excitement was when Hermione's pregnancy began to show. Harry himself wrote up the list of wizards and witches to invite.
Harry and Hermione's Wedding Guest List
Dan and Emma Granger
Remus and Nymphadora Lupin
Minerva McGonagall
Rubeus Hagrid
Severus Snape
Filius Flitwick
Pomona Sprout
Poppy Pomfrey
Aurora Sinistra
Neville Longbottom
Seamus Finnegan
Dean Thomas
Draco Malfoy
Daphne Greengrass
Pansy Parkinson
Gregory Goyle
Vincent Crabbe
Luna Lovegood
Cho Chang
Arthur and Molly Weasley
Ginny and Hannah Weasley
Ronald and Lavender Weasley
Fred and George Weasley
Percy and Penelope Weasley
Charlie and Alicia Weasley
William and Fleur Weasley
By the time the day of their union arrived, Potter Hall was packed with wedding guests. The matrimony was presided over by Minister Shacklebolt. Ron was Harry's best man and Ginny was Hermione's maid of honour.
By the time Dan finished walking Hermione down to the alter, Hermione was aching to finally be married to her one true love. After Harry and Hermione said their vows, Kingsley pronounced them husband and wife.
At the reception, Harry and Hermione danced with each other before trading partners among their friends.
Their wedding night was one of passion and love. Harry ravished Hermione thoroughly before falling asleep with her in his strong arms. In the morning, Harry and Hermione apparated back to Potter Manor for the first time as husband and wife. Their friends threw a party to celebrate their long awaited matrimony.
They went on a honeymoon in Paris, during which they visited the Delacours.
Magical France was a beautiful place, and Harry desired to move there. At least in France, Hermione wouldn't be endangered by spiteful purebloods butt hurt over loosing their hero's heart to a muggleborn prodigy. With that, Harry and Hermione moved in to Potter Villa. The property was lovely and more importantly in a country where his loving wife wouldn't be scorned for her less than stellar blood status.
Dealing with a pregnant Hermione was a challenge of mass proportions. Half the time his wife was horny as hell and required him to fuck her into a coma on an hourly basis. The other half she craved pickles and chocolate ice cream. At least they were spared from the horrors of morning sickness.
He couldn't afford to leave her side for a moment. She grew bigger and more dependent on him for support as time went by. No matter how big she got, her lust for him refused to wane. He was still fucking her comatose on an hourly basis, twenty-four hours a day seven days a week.
On a rainy day, with Hermione firmly in her second trimester, the couple was visited by Bill and Fleur. Their cute daughter, Victoire was snuggled in Fleur's loving arms.
Bill, Fleur, and Victoire stayed for dinner. Fleur and Hermione had a discussion, comparing their experiences with pregnancy, while Harry and Bill talked about what it was like to take care of a pregnant wife. Bill compared a pregnant Fleur to a horny, wild beast. Harry concurred.
When the Weasleys left, Harry guided Hermione to bed. The couple made love hourly throughout the night.
The next day, Hermione was out like a light. Harry, who hadn't slept for days due to his wife's hormones, wasn't particularly active either.
Dealing with a pregnant Hermione was turning out to be an exhausting business.