*Disclaimer* I do not own Harry Potter.
The first few months of Hermione's pregnancy were hard on both of us. For Hermione it was because she had terrible morning sickness that refused to happen only in the morning, for me because I worried about how often my wife threw up. I worried that she and the baby would starve, so I took her to St. Mungo's at least once a week. I made them test her, so that we would know if she and the baby were both staying healthy. After the first month, we stopped going so much, since a nurse taught me how to do the spell. She felt bad that I was paying for so many trips to the hospital, and thought it was sweet that I cared so much about my wife. Every time we tested, Hermione and the baby were healthy. Hermione was also rather frustrated with me, seeing as I wouldn't let her do a lot of the things that she was accustomed to doing, like walking up and down the stairs to our flat. I also made sure that she didn't strain herself while doing laundry and cooking and such, making her sit on a stool if I caught her standing for more than ten minutes. By her second month she was very upset with me.
"Goodness, Ronald! At this rate, by the time the baby's born, you'll have me in a wheel chair!" I considered that thought, and decided that would be a good idea. Why hadn't I though of that?
"Smart thinking, love. I'll try to find one tomorrow." Hermione growled at me, and wrapped her arms around her slightly protruding stomach.
"Ronald, you are being ridiculous! Ginny doesn't have to put up with this!" I looked at my wife and opened my mouth, but she cut me off. "And don't you dare tell me not to yell! We haven't had a good row in weeks! You won't touch me more than to give me a good night kiss. Where the hell did my passionate husband go? The one who was always begging me to have a quickie between classes, at your parents house, at my parents house, hell at Harry and Ginny's house?" I pulled my love into a hug and tried to calm her down.
"Love, I want you. You know I do. I don't wanna hurt the baby." She melted against me.
"The healer told you it was fine if we had sex." She reminded me. I felt a shiver go down my back, and I decided I had to tell her another part of the reason that the sex had been missing between us for the past two months.
"It feels like... Like the baby can see us." I finished quickly, and blushed. Hermione looked at me, a bit shocked. She started laughing. She laughed so hard that she had to sit down and clutch her stomach. "What?" I defended myself. "Harry said he feels the same. I worry I'm gonna poke our baby's eye out before we even have them." Hermione just laughed harder. I waited silently for her to get control of herself.
"I'm sorry love. I didn't realize you felt that way." Hermione said once she had finished laughing. She walked over to one of the many bookshelves in our house, and pulled down a book, bringing it over to me as she flipped through the pages. "Here it is!" She turned so that we could both read, and showed me a chart of a baby's development. "Ron, see how the baby's head is up? The baby doesn't rotate until right before I have them. Even when the baby does rotate, though,you can't touch the baby. My cervix stops you from coming anywhere near it. Furthermore, the baby can't see. Well, it has eyes," She pointed to a picture of a baby with little eyes and such, "But it can't see though the membrane surrounding it's face to see anything in detail." I felt like it was a court case my wife was presenting, pointing out the evidence piece by piece in the most logical way. I see why she wins most of her court cases.
"I see." I said, studying the pictures for a minute more. I looked up at Hermione's begging eyes and gave in. "Then what are we doing dressed, still? I've been without you for near on two months." Hermione broke into a huge grin, and started stripping her clothes off her body as quick as possible. Once we were both naked I picked her up and carried her to our bedroom, kissing her the whole way. As I laid her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, she groaned.
"Oh gosh, Ron! It's been torture going without this!" I kissed my wife into silence. After a few minutes of heavy necking, we broke apart.
"I know, love. Been jacking off so much, I feel like I'm back at Hogwarts, in my four poster bed, jerking off to memories of you, and a stolen pair of panties." Hermione looked up at me shocked, and I froze. I hadn't meant to tell her that.
"How on earth did you steal a pair of..." She trailed off, realizing exactly when I had gotten a pair. "Seriously? You're why I lost my one pair of nice underwear 5th year at Christmas?" I felt a bit ashamed.
"Mum had me doing laundry, thinking it was just a set of towels, but I found that pair of red and gold lacy nothings, and knew that they weren't Ginny's; mum wouldn't let her have them, I'm sure, so she would have been washing them in secret if she had. That meant they were yours." My love smiled down at me, having flipped our spots, since she wasn't suppose to be on her back for long periods of time. "I knew it was wrong Mione, but I swear, the idea of you wearing those got me though many a night when jealousy and sadness made my life hard." She stroked my cheek softly and kissed me.
"I don't mind. I had worried that Fred and George had found them, and were going to use them to embarrass me." She smirked at me and wiggled her center against my erection. I groaned, and ground myself against her. I kissed my wife again, and we went back to our previous activities. Hermione and I were both more than ready, so I slid into her smoothly as she dropped down on me, and she moaned my name loudly. Her breasts were extra sensitive because of the pregnancy, and as she rode me I toyed with them with one hand, while rubbing her clit with the other. I knew I wasn't going to last long, so I really needed to pull out all the stops and make sure Hermione came. After less than ten minutes she came, writhing on top of me, as I lifted her up and down on me a few more times, then exploded as well. We lay together, basking in the afterglow.
"I love you Ron." Hermione whispered after we had caught our breath. I felt her pull the covers up over her body, getting ready to go to sleep, even though it was only eight.
"What do you think you're doing Mione?" I asked, faking outrage. Hermione cracked one eye and looked at me.
"I'm snuggling in bed with my husband after an amazing shag that was long overdo. I'm going to sleep, and obscenely early in the morning, I'm going to wake you up again for more sex." She closed her eyes again. I grabbed the blankets and pulled them off of her. "Ron!" She squealed as I flipped her over.
"While I agree with the waking up obscenely early in the morning to shag again thing, I'm not anywhere near done with you, love. I've been holding out for near on two months. Now I've got that many regular hard on's that I would usually get, plus the spontaneous ones caused by the thoughts of you being pregnant with our child to take care of." I helped Hermione raise herself to her hands and knees, and slowly stroked her clit. She had heard that oral sex could be harmful to the baby, so I'd stopped one of my favorite activities, but fingering her was allowed. I worked her over, determined to get one more orgasm out of her before we went at it again. When she did, her arms and legs shook, and she almost collapsed. I kissed her softly, let her calm down again, then continued making up for my two months of stupidness all night. 'Good thing tomorrow is Friday.' I thought. 'We can call out of work, and I can keep her in bed all weekend.' Which was exactly what I did.
*I continued my story, just like a couple of you asked me to. I'm thinking two or three more chapters while Hermione is pregnant, and then one after they have their healthy little girl. Thanks for reading!*