Chapter Four

Completely and Perfectly and Incandescently Happy

Ron was feeling very nervous after he Apparated himself and Addison to his flat. He couldn't explain his apprehension at having sex, because he'd done it many times before. He didn't have much time to consider it, but perhaps it was because he hoped somewhere deep down that they would be making love, not simply having sex.

He kissed her all the way through his living room (which they had Apparated directly into), down the hall, and through the bedroom door, discarding jackets and shoes along the way. When they got into the bedroom, he stopped and held her face in his hands. You're sure you want to do this? We hardly know each other. He was used to having sex with women he had only known for a few hours, but maybe she wasn't normally quite this vigorous with the opposite sex.

Addison took his hand and pulled him over to the bed where they sat down, side by side. "Ron, I normally don't do this, at least not so quickly…" she stopped and looked into his sparkling blue eyes. My, how they sparkle, she thought to herself. "But for some reason, I feel so strongly attracted to you. I don't think it's just physical either." She looked at him again as though thinking she had said something that would embarrass her. In fact, she didn't know how wrong she was. He wanted her for more than just physical reasons, too, and he was going to show her that.

"Addison," Ron reached up and touched her face gently. "I've never even had a real girlfriend," he admitted. "I've gone on more than one date with a couple women, and gone out with plenty more than that, but never enough to call anyone my girlfriend. And you know what I think every time I see you?"

"What?" she smiled sweetly at him.

"I think about how I want that first woman to be you. I don't even know what it is, because we really don't know each other that well, but I want to know you. In every way." He let out a sly grin.

"Well, then we should get started." She moved a little closer to him on the bed. "And, would you mind if we let the first 'way' you get to know me be the physical way, because frankly, you have me rather riled up here, Ron Weasley."

"I think I could agree to that." He kissed her on one cheek. "You know," he said as he kissed her on the other cheek, "I never thought I would have sex with a Malfoy." He smiled and kissed her neck.

"I assure you," she said as he kissed her neck again, "I am not any ordinary Malfoy."

"I can certainly see that," he said as he reached for the hem of her soft green cashmere sweater. As soft as it was, it was nothing compared to the skin underneath, he thought, as he pulled it up over her head.

Making the whole ordeal a fair game for her, he waited for her to reach for the buttons on his shirt and take that off before laying her down on the bed. On top of her, he put one hand behind her back, and the other through her hair. He kissed her deeply and put one hand over her bra and rubbed circles on her nipple through the material. He sat straddling her legs and put both hands behind her back to remove her bra. When that was successfully thrown across the room, he looked at her for a moment and she smiled up at him, then he bent down and kissed one breast, then the other. "You're beautiful," he told her softly.

"You're not so bad yourself," she said reaching up and putting both hands on his chest. They both smiled and he pushed his mouth forcefully, but full of passion, onto hers. Addison's fingers gripped at Ron's back as he reached for the hem of her skirt, never removing his lips from hers. He rubbed her thigh up and down, then did the same on the other side. He unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her legs. Her stockings only went up to her thighs. He went up to kiss her mouth swiftly, but full of lust, then lightly ran his fingers from her shoulders all the way down her body, stopping at the top of her stockings, making her shudder.

He pulled each of them down slowly, his mouth kissing the tops of her legs as he did so, only an inch or so behind his hands. All she had left now were here red lace panties, and he wasn't ready for those to come off just yet, and it appeared, neither was she, for she pushed him onto his back.

She moved her body down on top of his, her butt just above his groin on his abs, teasing him miserably, but their bare chests were touching which he liked. She kissed him completely, their tongues dancing. She bit his bottom lip as she backed away, pulling it slightly with her before releasing it completely. She backed up and reached for his pants button and undid that, then undid the zipper. Her hand found his hardness under his boxers and she stroked him ever so gently. He kicked off his pants the rest of the way. She kissed every inch of his chest, all the way down, but stopped. She wasn't ready for that yet, but it didn't mean he wasn't.

He rolled her back over so he was on top again, and kissed her the same way she had just kissed him. He felt her wetness through her underwear and she moaned slightly, hating the barrier. He understood this and removed the barrier of cloth. He lifted her knees and separated them, positioning himself between her. He alternated between sucking and kissing her breasts, causing her nipples to become hard mounds, and she hummed, indicating she liked it when he did that. He moved down her body with his mouth, moving his tongue in small circles on her skin as he kissed her. He made it down to her heat and kissed her right below her belly button as he grazed her wet, soft skin with his fingertips before entering her with his first two fingers. He played around as she sat up just enough so he could reach her to kiss her before going back down and without removing his fingers, entered her with his tongue as well.

She let out a small gasp and raised her hips. He removed himself for a moment to remove his boxers when he understood she was ready, and he was too. He put his hand on top of her ready area one more time, one finger on each side and left them there as he entered her completely.

He wasn't ready yet, and her breathing came heavy. He guided her hips to move with him for a couple beats, then he moved in the opposite direction slightly a couple of times before he pulled out for about two whole seconds which felt like an eternity to her. "Ron!" She looked at him desperately. He smiled menacingly before kissing her hard on the lips and entering her again, a little faster this time, they moved faster, and a little faster still. She let out a small scream and raised her hips, grabbing his butt and pulling him towards her one last time before she climaxed into the best orgasm of her life, and he had the same right after her.

He collapsed on top of her, but still inside her. They stayed like that for a couple minutes, and he finally pulled out for the final time that night. He rolled over onto his back and pulled her with him so she was resting with her head on his chest, and she threw her top leg over his. "Wow," she said quietly.

"No kidding," he agreed and kissed her forehead before he pulled a blanket over them and they both fell asleep.


Ron woke up the next morning and reached over to kiss Addison hello, but all he felt were cold cotton sheets. "Addison?" he called. He figured maybe she was in the bathroom, but when he walked towards it, there was no one in there. He tried the kitchen, and looked all around the rest of his flat.

What made her leave? he wondered to himself. Did she not have as good of a time as he did last night? Despite what his heart told him, his infamous temper started to take over and he became quickly angry with her. He couldn't understand what made her leave.

Meanwhile, Addison sat in her room back at the Manor thinking about the events of the previous night. She had a wonderful time with Ron the night before, and she hoped he had, too. Not only was it the best sex she ever had in her life, but for the first time, she felt like she had connected with the man on a deeper level.

She really hoped that he wasn't angry with her for leaving, but she didn't wont to worry Narcissa by not arriving back at the Manor last night, so when she awoke around one o'clock in the morning, she kissed him on the forehead not wanting to wake him and Disapparated from the hallway of the building where his flat was located. She made up her mind that she would find him today and apologize for leaving without waking him.


Around the same time that Ron was slamming things around his kitchen while making breakfast and having a fit simultaneously, Hermione was calmly sitting at her kitchen table waiting for Draco to wake up. She was sitting in a rather melancholy state, still in her nightgown and holding a cup of coffee in between her two hands, just staring at the deep red wall of her kitchen.

Finally, he came shuffling groggily into the kitchen, even though he had slept until eleven o'clock in the morning. "Hey, Princess," he smiled and kissed the top of her head before walking over to the coffee pot to pour his own cup. He had taken to calling her "Princess" lately (she figured it was because of her reputation as the Gryffindor Princess), and normally she didn't mind. In fact, she liked it, but not today, not when she was angry. She didn't move a muscle when he came in, aside from stiffening at his presence.

"All right, Princess?" he asked. He sat down next to her, pulling the chair so he was facing her. She didn't answer, but stared down at her coffee, and noticed that she hadn't taken a sip. "Mione?" he urged, "What's wrong?"

Hermione finally looked into her husband's eyes.

"You didn't come home last night."

"Sure, I did. I know I was late, and I'm so sorry, love. A woman came in last night at seven o'clock in labor, and she didn't have the baby until after midnight. That was one stubborn kid."

Hermione looked up at him with no choice but to believe him. She had no right, or reason, to believe otherwise. He was her husband and she had to trust him. "Sorry, Dray. Would you just send an owl or Patronus next time, please?"

"Gladly," he responded, taking her hand and kissing it. "I'm so sorry I worried you."

She looked up and smiled. How could she not trust him? How could she ever think that he would cheat on her? It was out of the question, and the last eight years should have told her as much. Even Harry trusted the guy for God's sake. Hermione did trust him, she really did, and she knew that late nights were part of the territory of being married to a Healer, especially a Healer who specialized in obstetrics (although he did do work in other areas as well like when he made house calls). Women were bound to go into labor at all hours of the night.

"I love you so much, Hermione," he told her, seeing that she was in a pensive state, and wanting to pull her out of it before he was put on another guilt trip. "You know I would never hurt you, don't you?"

She snapped out of her reverie and put her free hand on his cheek. "Of course. I just miss you at night and I guess it causes me to be a little cranky the next day. Would it be silly if I admitted that sometimes, after all these years, it's hard to sleep without you next to me?"

He laughed, but not because it was silly, but because he understood how she felt. "Not at all, Mione," he said. "I can't sleep very well without you, either."

Hermione knew that thought shouldn't make her happy, but it did. "Dray?"

"What, Princess?"

"It's Saturday. Let's go to Hogsmeade and have some lunch and shop."

"Brilliant plan, let's go get dressed." He stood up and offered her his hand which she gladly accepted, and they hurried upstairs to dress for their day in the village.

Two hours later, Draco and Hermione were finishing up their lunch in the Three Broomsticks and emptying their glasses of oak-matured mead. "Where should we go, now?" Draco put down his glass and looked at his wife for an answer.

She smiled and playfully put her hand to her lips, and tapped them like she was pretending to think hard. "Well, we could look at baby clothes…" she suggested this, unsure how he would react.

"MIONE! ARE YOU…pregnant?" He shouted the first three words and said the final word in his normal voice because people were beginning to stare.

She giggled at his reaction and put her hand to his cheek. "Goodness, no, Dray. I was just thinking that it might be nice to daydream while looking at them. We're still trying, aren't we?"

"Of course, Princess!" He took her hands and after a moment he said, "Okay, let's go to Madam Victoria's and see what we can find." He smiled and offered his elbow for her to take when he stood. Together they walked out of the Three Broomsticks and headed down the busy street of the popular village.

They had just reached the storefront when Hermione heard a voice calling her husband's name that she had prayed so long ago that she would never have to hear again.

"Oh, bloody hell," said Draco, turning around.

"Drakey! Fancy meeting you here!" Pansy Parkinson hurried forward and ran up to kiss Draco on the cheek. Hermione scowled and gave Pansy a deathly stare.

"Don't kiss me like we're best friends, Parkinson. You always thought I liked you, well guess what? I DON'T! Not even a little bit, so back off."

Pansy continued to smile like she though she owned the earth and everyone on it. "Oh, I'm sure your little Mudblood doesn't mind, Drakey," she said with false sweetness.

Draco pulled his arm from Hermione's grip and withdrew his wand so quickly that Pansy didn't have time to blink. "Drakey, you wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't I?" He edged forward, pointing his wand closer to her, causing people all around them to back away, but stare nonetheless. "And don't call me 'Drakey.' I HATE that!" he spat at her.

"Dray," Hermione came up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. "You have to ignore her. I'm fine, Honey, I don't take insults from her kind seriously, anyway."

Pansy smirked as Draco put his wand down, depositing it once more into his jacket pocket. He reached for Hermione's hand and she took it. He turned around to talk to his wife. "I'm sorry, Princess," he smiled and brushed her cheek with his knuckles. "I wouldn't want you to have to arrest me," he joked. Although, if he had done anything, it would have been a real possibility for his wife to have to arrest him, never mind the fact that she would have overlooked it since he was defending her honor.

"No, we wouldn't want that." She smiled back at him and stood on her tip-toes to kiss him on the lips.

He pulled her into him, embracing her tightly while he spoke in her ear. "Listen, Princess, why don't you go on into Madam Victoria's and start looking around and I'll take care of Parkinson."

"Hurry, though," she said looking at him.

"I will," he promised. They kissed once more, a little longer this time, before he let go of her.

"Burn in hell, Parkinson," Hermione smiled and waved as she walked off toward the store. Draco smiled widely at his wife's comment, and laughed at the nonchalant way she said it.

"Oh, I love that woman," he said under his breath before turning around to face the horrible creature some people liked to call Pansy.

"What do you want?" he asked her scornfully.


Miles away in Godric's Hollow, Harry and Ginny were snuggled by the fire, warming them from the effect of January weather. They had pillows all around them, and Ginny was snuggled close to Harry with her back to him and his arms tightly around her. They were covered by a huge blanket that, with many years of practice on sweaters, had only taken Mrs. Weasley a month to knit for their housewarming gift four years ago.

They had spent the morning looking at Ginny's old baby pictures, thinking about the baby they were going to have, and Ginny reminisced with a little story after pointing to every picture.

Harry had heard these stories before, but he always loved when Ginny told them. Her face lit up thinking about her happy childhood, and Harry and Ginny both wanted their children to grow up that happy.

When they would come across a picture that had Fred in it, Ginny would look sad for a moment, then she would smile again. Harry could tell exactly what she was thinking. She was thinking of how much she missed her older brother, and what a silly (though, sometimes inadvertently mean-spirited in his jokes) person he was, then she would laugh when she remembered why the picture was taken. When ever this happened Harry would stroke her back, or her hair, or sometimes kiss her cheek.

At times when they were looking through the pictures, Harry thought about his own childhood as well, and how he wished he had grown up like the Weasleys. They were so lucky to have parents who loved them and siblings to play with. Harry got picked on by Dudley, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were rarely nice to him. Never mind the fact that there were no pictures of him between the ages of one and eleven. The best he could hope for now would be to give his children the best life possible.

Now, Harry was beginning to drift off to sleep with his wife in his arms, and the fire crackling in the background when Ginny shifted to face him. "What's up, Firecracker?" he asked her.

She smiled. She adored when he called her that just to be silly. He only called her that and Mrs. Potter when they were alone, and only when they were completely and perfectly and incandescently happy.

"I think we should go into Hogsmeade today."

"What for?" Harry asked even though he was almost sure he knew the answer.

"Harry!" She slapped his chest.

"I know, Gin. You want to go to Madam Victoria's to look for baby clothes. Let's go." They both got up to go into Hogsmeade.

When they were both presentable and ready to leave, he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. "I love you, Mrs. Potter," he whispered in her ear. "This baby is going to be the luckiest witch or wizard that ever graced the earth."

"What if the baby has siblings?" she joked.

"Well, then I would say we have some extra spoiling to do!" With that, they Disapparated directly from their living room and into Hogsmeade.

Author's Note: Can anyone tell me what movie the line "completely and perfectly and incandescently happy" comes from? Anyone who gets it right in their review will get special mention in the next chapter!! (I think I may sneak lines from movies and songs somewhere and ask if anybody knows where they're from just for fun a lot more often!) I hope you enjoyed the chapter and REVIEW!

Hint: It's a book and a movie (but I'm not sure if the line is in the book…I can't remember right now.