WARNING: Scenes of a sexual nature!
A New Enemy
Act 1
Chapter 2 – Back To Work
Harry's mouth fell open. "You're pregnant." His voice was only just more than a whisper. He couldn't believe it. They hadn't really been trying for a baby, and decided that if Hermione did become pregnant then that was a bonus.
Hermione nodded her head. She almost cried when a broad smile spread across Harry's face. "You're pregnant." He repeated in a louder voice. Now Hermione smiled, and Harry brought her face closer to his and kissed her. He didn't have to silently ask for permission to enter her mouth, and their tongues met. They sat on the sofa, embracing and kissing for a while, waiting for the news to set in.
"That's why you don't want me going off fighting then." Harry said, finally releasing Hermione. She rested her head on his shoulder this time and spoke quietly. "Yeah, I need you. We have to raise this baby together." Hermione put a lot of emphasis on the 'we'. Harry knew that Hermione wanted their unborn child to have the best up bringing possible, and that could only happen if both he and Hermione were alive.
"Hermione, I'll always be here. For you and the baby. I'm not going to die." Harry spoke with a determination to his voice. Hermione found his words comforting and she curled up closer to her husband. Harry turned on the television, and they spent the rest of the evening watching muggle programs. Hermione curled herself up in Harry's lap, where she fell asleep after a few hours.
Hermione couldn't remember getting into bed. When she awoke Harry was laying next to her. His arm was stretched out under her, and her head was resting close to his on the pillow. Hermione assumed that she must have fallen asleep in Harry's arms last night, and that he must of carried her to bed. She looked under the covers, and found herself naked. Hermione shot a quick glance to Harry, he was also naked. He must have used magic to undress her.
Hermione was glad it was Saturday. As they were both Aurors they didn't get much time to just lay in bed with each other. She moved closer to Harry and pressed her lips to his cheek. He didn't move. Hermione brushed her lips along Harry's jaw. He didn't move. She kissed Harry's lips. He still didn't move.
Hermione lay back down on her back.
'Does Harry, subconsciously, find me unattractive now that I'm pregnant?' Hermione was upset that her small efforts that usual woke Harry, hadn't worked. She rolled onto her side and watched him. It was at that moment that he opened one eye. Seeing her eyes on him, Harry quickly closed it. Hermione saw a feint smile form on his lips, as he tried not to laugh.
"Harry!" Hermione hit him on the chest. She rolled over onto her other side, and faced the wall.
Hermione felt Harry moving, and then he draped his arm over her body, and his hand gently stroked her stomach. "'Mione, I was only pretending. I hoped you might kiss me some more if I didn't react."
Hermione ignored him. She was giving him a taste of his own medicine. Harry copied Hermione's movements and began to kiss different areas of her body. However, unlike Harry, Hermione couldn't stop herself. She rolled onto her back, and put her hands on Harry's shoulders; pulling him down. They kissed passionately, Harry caressing Hermione's smooth skin. He cupped her breasts and gave a few gentle squeezes as Hermione wrapper her legs around Harry's waist.
Harry abandoned Hermione's mouth, and she let out a whimper, not wanting him to leave her mouth. She quickly changed her mind when Harry directed his mouth onto her left nipple. He sucked at it until it rose up. Hermione arched her back, forcing herself into Harry's mouth. He grazed her nipple with his teeth, and then moved to the other one. Harry repeated his actions on Hermione's right nipple, and as it rose, making a small peak, a part of Harry rose as well.
Hermione tried to sit up, but Harry pushed her back down. He trailed kisses down her body, past her navel, and to her most intimate area. Hermione gasped as Harry kissed her sensitive area. She laced her fingers into his hair when his tongue darted out and his fingers slid inside her. Harry continued to lick Hermione's nub, and she arched her back after a few minutes. Her mouth formed a perfect circle as she had her first orgasm, and moved her hips, grinding herself on Harry's mouth.
When she was finished Harry clambered back up the bed and lay next to Hermione. She looked at him quizzically. "Why did you stop?"
"You had your orgasm darling." Harry smiled at her, his face innocent. Hermione rolled onto her front and raised herself, sitting on her knees. She said, "Yes, but you, haven't. So..." Hermione positioned herself above Harry, and grasped his penis.
Before Harry could say anything, Hermione buried him inside her. Harry groaned, and Hermione moaned, as she started to move slowly on him. His hands gripped her bottom, helping her movements. He didn't want to thrust upwards. Not yet. He caught Hermione's hands, and he admired the view he had of his beautiful wife. As Hermione bounced, her breasts did too, and Harry's eyes followed them until Hermione let out another, louder moan. He knew he had to control himself, he didn't want to finish to soon.
Hermione stopped bouncing, she had become tired. She fell forward onto Harry and, in the absence of her bouncing, she contracted her inner walls. Hermione's head had landed next to Harry's and he groaned into her ear. Harry felt that it was his turn to do the work, and he began thrusting into Hermione. As he started she kissed him, her tongue feeling his. But she had to break the case when she started to moan and arch her back up, pulling her face from Harry's.
Harry immediately began to suck on Hermione's breast again, as they were presented to him when Hermione had arched her back. The sound of his mouth on her skin, and the slapping as their bodies met near the hip, was pushing Harry ever closer to the brink of his own orgasm, as Hermione neared her second.
"Harry!" Hermione cried out, as Harry pulled her down to meet his lips. Harry thrust up one more time, as deep as he could go, and spilled himself inside Hermione. The moans that followed were muffled as they moaned during the long kiss. Finally breaking it, Hermione collapsed on Harry, letting out a soft mewl when he slipped out of her.
"Good morning 'Mione." Harry said softly. He moved her hair out of her eyes, and she raised her head to look at him. The chocolate depths held only love for Harry. She smiled at him.
"Morning Harry. We should wake up like that everyday."
"If we had the time we would, my love," Hermione let her head drop, and Harry listened to her lips kissing and sucking his chest. "'Mione, if you keep doing that, I'm going to be covered in marks."
"That's the idea..." Hermione mumbled against him.
Harry and Hermione had checked themselves in their wall mirror. There were Hermione sized lip marks all over Harry's chest and neck. Hermione had it worse though, Harry had left marks all over her body. They performed some charms to cover the offending red love marks, dressed, and went to the kitchen to have breakfast.
When they arrived, there was a letter laying on the table. As Harry went over to the cupboard to get some tea bags, Hermione sat down and picked up the letter. It looked official, and was addressed to Harry.
"Harry, the letter's for you." Harry glanced at Hermione as he magically heated the water.
"You open it." Hermione opened the letter. Inside was a quickly scribbled note. Hermione scanned the correspondence. It was from Draco Malfoy.
Potter,
You need to come to the Ministry as quickly as possible. A load of new info just came in. We need you here, and Hermione.
Malfoy
Hermione had read the note to Harry as he had passed Hermione her cup of tea. He took a sip, and Hermione gave the note to him. His eyes scanned it over the top of his cup.
"Well 'Mione, looks like we're going to have to go in." Hermione looked dejected. Saturday and Sunday were the only days off they had. And half the time they spent the day writing reports for the Minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt.
Harry and Hermione finished their tea, and quickly ate breakfast. They reached their front door, and Harry gave Hermione her travelling cloak. Donning his own, they left the apartment. Once the door had shut behind them, and Hermione had locked it with magic, they apparated to the Ministry.
The scene they saw when the arrived was one of pure chaos. There were witches and wizards running around, the inter departmental memos were zooming through the air and there were people carrying stacks of paper three foot tall.
Harry and Hermione carefully picked their way through the carnage and, after ten minutes, reached the Auror department. They shared an office with each other, Hermione's desk on one side and Harry's on the other. Outside the shared office, were rows of cubicles. As Harry and Hermione walked towards their office door, a man rose from the cubicle closet to their office door.
Draco Malfoy stood, his blonde hair neatly parted. He still wore those ridiculous suits. Harry never understood why he wore such uncomfortable clothes. Perhaps it was a 'status' thing. Whatever the reason Malfoy seemed to like them.
"Good, Potters you're hear." Harry and Hermione had never really gotten used to Malfoy referring to them as 'Potters', but he was right. They were married, and they were the Potters.
"We'll speak in our office Malfoy." Harry spoke briskly, and opened the door to the office, holding it open for Hermione and Malfoy. When they had entered Harry stepped in, and closed the door. He performed silencing and locking charms, and went to sit behind his desk. Hermione had sat behind her desk, and Malfoy had slumped in one of the chairs in the large office.
"What information came through Malfoy?" Hermione asked. His eyes shot up to look at her. Malfoy had gained the same mutual respect for Hermione, that he had for Harry. He had actually apologised to her for calling her a mudblood so many times in school.
"The French Ministry caught someone over night. There bringing him here as we speak." Harry glanced at Hermione.
'They actually caught someone?'
'Sounds like it doesn't it.'
'I suppose we'll have to interrogate them.'
'Yes Harry we will.'
'What if we don't get the answers we're looking for...'
Harry trailed off.
'Harry you are not torturing them.'
'What if they're some murdering scum bag 'Mione.'
'I don't care.'
Harry made a face at Hermione. Malfoy stared between them, confused.
"What the hell are you two doing?"
"Nothing, when are they getting here?" Harry said quickly. Malfoy pulled back his sleeve, and looked at his watch.
"Hmm, they should be here right about...now." As Malfoy said this there was an almighty bang from the direction of the atrium. All three of the Aurors jumped up, and sprinted from the office. They charged through the golden grills into a lift, and hammered the button marked, 'Atrium'. The lift was agonisingly slow.
As the atrium came into view everyone was crowding around something in the middle of the space. Harry, Hermione and Malfoy raced out of the lift, and barged through the large crowd. Several Ministry employees mumbled at them as they pushed past. They reached the inner edge of the crowd and they saw what everyone was looking at.
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