Movie Night
"Love, the movie is starting," Harry called from the living room.
Hermione was in the kitchen finishing up the popcorn, adding her and Harry's favourite candy—M&Ms. The salty and sweet was perfect, especially with her pregnancy cravings. The youngest Potter growing in her belly made her crave odd things at times, so she was grateful that tonight that the popcorn didn't smell revolting.
"Coming!" She grabbed the big bowl of popcorn and waddled into the living room. Harry was sitting on the edge of the sofa, James and Maeve already passed out next to him. The picture on the screen was frozen, Harry having paused the movie.
"Oh, Harry, I thought they were going to watch the movie with us," Hermione said, looking down at her children. "They would have loved the movie we picked out."
"I thought so too," Harry said, "But we are already pushing past their bedtime. Plus, they were hooligans today, running all over creation. They're exhausted."
Hermione set the popcorn down on the coffee table. "Should we move them to their beds and do the movie on our own?"
Harry smiled. "I'd like that." He got up from the sofa and picked up James first, then Maeve.
"Got them, love?" Hermione whispered.
He nodded. He walked down the hallway and out of sight. She had been particularly excited to show their children one of her favourite Christmas movies, Home Alone. Slowly, but surely, she was giving her children (and Harry) a movie education, showing them her favourites growing up.
Hermione grabbed the popcorn bowl and sat on the sofa. Minutes later, Harry reappeared and took a seat next to her, wrapping his right arm around her. His left immediately went for the popcorn bowl and into his mouth.
"Mmmhhh," Harry groaned, licking his fingers. "I forgot out good this tasted."
"Ready?"
Harry nodded and reached for the remote. Throughout the movie, Hermione caught herself watching Harry more than the film itself. He was the perfect movie partner, laughing in all of the right places and taking guesses on what was going to happen next.
When the ending credits were rolling, she turned and looked at him again. He grinned down at her.
"So, what'd you think?" she asked, leaning into him.
"It was good. Pretty funny and a feel-good movie. James and Maeve would love it." He picked up the remote and turned off the television.
Hermione smiled. "I think so too." She stretched her neck upwards to press a kiss against his lip. Harry pulled her closer, placing a hand on her belly where the youngest Potter was kicking. When she broke the kiss, Harry rested his forehead on hers.
"Have I told you that I love you?" Harry asked, rubbing her stomach.
Hermione smiled and ran her fingers against his stubble. "Everyday. Because I am the luckiest woman alive."
"And I am the luckiest man."
She kissed him again before they made their way up to bed. Maybe they were both the lucky ones. They had each other, after all.
A/N: Sorry for the delay in chapters — I was out of town this weekend. This will catch us up and we will be back on track! Enjoy!