Drabble 7

Prompt: 63

Characters: Fred, Hermione

Note: Takes place two years after Drabble 6

Hermione glared at her husband, who was still drooling over the new Firebolt Pro, the latest model of racing broom. She sighed, silently wishing he hadn't knocked her up. It was the middle of the summer and it was unbearably hot for London. She was only six months along and was ready to murder her husband, who was like a little kid himself. "'Mione, love, look at it! It can go zero to two hundred in thirty seconds. That's amazing." Fred said, grinning at her.

His boyish grin somewhat calmed her anger, but then the twins kicked and she realized they needed to leave the shop or there would be an accident. "Fred, can we go please? My feet are killing me." She said, hoping he'd agree.

"Just a moment, 'Mione." was his reply.

Another ten minutes passed and the twins had decided to take turns playing football with her bladder. "Fredrick Gideon Weasley, we need to leave right this instant." she said, grabbing his arm and dragging him away from the display as best she could.

Thankfully, he didn't fight her. He just leered at her and she knew what he was thinking. She waddled up the stairs to the flat they shared with George and tried to get to the loo, but was stopped by her pervert of a husband. "'Mione, Georgie isn't here. We can have some fun as loud as we want." Fred said, kissing her neck and slipping his hand into her pants.

"Better be careful, Fred. I have a full bladder and I'm not afraid to use it. Your spawn thinks its fun to play football with mummy's bladder." She said, as he released her from his grasp and darted for the loo.

Fred pouted and sulked for the rest of the day, clearly disappointed with this turn of events.