Quills & Parchment Scandals One Shot Writing Competition
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Title: Her Secret
Rating: M
Genre: Drama
Triggers: Controlling Behavior
Warnings: Language, Sexual Content
Disclaimer: All canon characters, plots and situations from the Harry Potter series belong to JK Rowling. None of the authors represented here are profiting from these stories.
Her Secret
"Should we be doing this?" The black curly haired beauty asked her lover. His only answer was him placing his hands under her bum and lifting her up to sit her on his desk, not caring when a stack of papers fell to the floor. Before he could deepen the kiss any further, a knock on the door interrupted the pair.
"Excuse me, sir?" Lavender, his assistant's, voice called loudly through the door, "Your wife is on the way up, and she does NOT seem happy. You should cut your meeting with Mrs. Thomas short."
Mrs. Thomas had stilled her movements when Lavender had knocked on the door, but her lover was feeling braver, and had snuck a hand under her skirt and had start to rub his thumb in circles, teasing her. She was at his mercy trapped between his body and the hard desk until he decided to give her a searing kiss before stepping back to fix the hood in his pants and pick his papers off the floor.
Mrs. Thomas quickly jumped of the desk, waved her wand over her body to fix her appearance, and walked over to the door. "I will get this law fixed one day," she shouted as she opened the door, "You mark my words. Ms. Greengrass," Acknowledging the woman in front of her and stomping away.
Ms. Greengrass stepped into her husband's office and slowly shut the door, "Why must you do that to her? She has been coming, what? Three or 4 times a week?"
The man walked over to his wife and kissed her on the cheek, "Astoria, I've told you many times that her law is ridiculous, no one will want to follow if it gets passed. I will never understand why she is following in Hermione's footsteps,"
Turning around he walked back to his desk, but didn't miss the rustling of her coat. Taking a deep breath, he turned around and saw Astoria had thrown her coat to the floor and had black see-through negligee on. Astoria stepped closer to him and whispered, "I just wanted to come and take some stress off of you," Standing behind the desk she bent forward at the waist, showing him that the knickers she had on were crotch-less.
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Mrs. Thomas stomped all the way back to her office, where she slammed the door,threw her papers on the floor, and took a deep breath. She hated having an affair with the Minister, but Merlin knew that she couldn't resist his chocolate brown eyes and deep, penetrating voice. Knowing that her husband was due to walk into the office in just a few minutes, she sat behind her chair and waited calmly.
"Romilda?" her husband called as he opened the door. Glancing at the floor, he noted the papers, and said, "I guess he didn't approve your elf bill?" Romilda nodded her head yes, and asked her husband, "Dean, do you know why I want the bill to pass?" Dean shook his head no; He had never understood why she had started a bill that she knew wouldn't get passed. Taking a deep breath, she stated, "Hermione and I got close to each other before she passed away last year. We confided a lot in each other, and she helped me see why this law must be in place; We must fight for everyone's rights."
Standing up and grabbing her robes, she said, "I'm going home early," Walking over to her husband, she kissed him on the cheek, lead him out of her office, and made her way to the fires to Floo home.
Once she was settled in at home, she went to relax in the bath before she started dinner for her and Dean. Lounging in the hot bath, her lover invaded her thoughts.
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Romilda had just heard the news of her best friend Hermione Granger's death. She was in her office sobbing uncontrollably, clutching the note that Harry had sent her as she fell to the ground. Suddenly her door opened and in walked Kingsley. Noticing that Romilda was on the floor, he ran over to her and lifted her up onto the couch along her back wall. Wrapping his arms around her, he whispered words of comfort in her ear.
After taking a few minutes to get control of her sobbing, she glanced up at the Minister, "Why her? I thought that Mungo's had caught the curse it in time." The Minister couldn't meet her eyes as he answered, "Sometimes it progresses too fast. Besides, you know how Hermione was; She thought she was feeling better,so she left the hospital."
Romilda nodded her head and wiped the tears out of her eyes, "I'm just going to miss her; She was like a sister to me." She had paused to take a deep breath when she felt Kingsley kiss the top of her head in a comforting manner.
"Where is Dean?" he questioned after they sat in silence for roughly five minutes. She shrugged her shoulders, keeping her eyes on the ground, "Well," he said, "Why don't you go home early. And don't come back until tomorrow, okay?"
Kingsley leaned forward to kiss the top of her head again at the same time Romilda glanced up, causing their lips to meet.
As their lips met a rush of heat went through Romilda, and she poured all of her excess feelings and emotions into that touch, turning off to brain to live in the moment. The next thing she knew she was laying naked on the floor in Kingsley arms, her chest heaving. Realizing what they had done, she sprung up, threw her clothes on, and fled home.
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She went to work the next day but avoided Kingsley however she could for the next week. She found she could no longer avoid him when he came to her office and shut the door, waving his wand to place a silencing charm on the room.
"Why have you been avoiding me, Rom?" Kingsley demanded sitting on her desk directly in front of her. Not one to back down from confrontation, Romilda looked Kingsley in the eye and spat out, "I am avoiding you because of what happened last week. I can't believe it happened, and I'm sorry that this happened, I should of been faithful to my husband."
Kingsley shook his head, "You don't see me complaining, do you? Hell, it was the best sex I've ever had. I am not sorry," Kingsley started leaning forwards towards Romilda, and she found she didn't want to stop him. In her mind she'd not stopped thinking about her time with him, the feel of his smooth hands on her thighs and breasts; her memories of their encounter had made her want him all over again. As Kingsley kissed her sweetly he brought his hands to cup her face, ensuring she couldn't pull away and run out.
"I want you," he whispered breaking the kiss. Romilda opened her eyes, and upon seeing the passion that ran through his own, she breathed out a yes and let the fire consume her once again.
oOoOoOo
Jolting out of her memory, she realized that she had fallen asleep and her hands had started to wander. Hearing the faint roar of the Floo, she stood up and walked as she was to greet her husband. By the look on his face and the instant tent in his pants, he was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by his naked wife.
The next morning, Romilda stayed in bed with some sort of head cold. She had been up all night tossing and turning. She had actually been feeling iffy for two weeks, but had powered through. As she rushed out of bed to throw up for the seventh time in the last hour, she decided that she needed to owl for a healer so she could get a potion, and maybe finally get some rest.
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The healer arrived thirty minutes after she posted her owl. She was oddly familiar, but Romilda couldn't place her until she said her name. "Hello, Mrs. Thomas, I am Healer Patil. What seems to be the problem today?"
Romilda stared at her until it finally clicked, and she blurted out, "You are Padma, right?" Waiting for the nodded to be sure she was right, she added, "I was 2 years behind you at Hogwarts." Healer Patil gave her a small smile, and replied, "I remember you,"
Romilda took a deep breath and finally answered her question, "I've been feeling under the weather for about two weeks, but this morning it got really bad. I couldn't sleep last night, and I also threw up about seven times within a single hour." Healer Patil waited until she was finished speaking and began to wave her wand over Romilda's body. After about five passes of the wand going up and down her body, Healer Patil spoke.
"It looks like you're pregnant, Mrs. Thomas! I'd say about 11 weeks along. I have some potions for the nausea, but you need to make an appointment with a healer-midwife for the duration of your pregnancy."
Romilda just stared at the woman in front of her, the word "pregnant" flashing like a bright neon light in her head. "E-e-excuse me?" Romilda finally stuttered out, "I'm what?"
Healer Patil pulled out the potion that was in her bag and handed it to her patient. "Now, you take two doses of this a day, as each dose lasts for 12 hours. It will not hurt your baby, but you must be sure not take any pain potions or medications without being seen first, as they could interact in ways we don't want."
Healer Patil turned on her heel and walked towards the Floo, "Congratulations, Romilda, I hope you have a smooth pregnancy."
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Romilda was still in shock when Dean came home from work that day, "Love, are you feeling any better? What is going on?" Romilda looked Dean in the eye, "I'm pregnant, Dean. I'm eleven weeks."
Dean stepped away from the bed where his wife was laying, his eyes downcast, "Eleven weeks ago? But that was while I was in America, talking with the elves for you, wasn't it?" Without waiting for a response, he cried out in frustration and stomped to the study down the hall to drown himself with firewhiskey.
Romlida finally walked into the study an hour after he had disappeared. "Well," she spoke softly as she entered the room, leaving the door open behind her, "I'll pack up my stuff and leave here by tomorrow afternoon."
Dean put down his glass, walked over to his wife, and put his hands gently on her arms. "Don't go, please. Just tell me this: Will it at least look like me?" he whispered so softly that Romilda had to strain to hear him, even with how close they stood to each other.
Tears pouring down her face, she nodded her head and flung herself further into his arms, sobbing out, "I'm sorry," over and over again. Dean didn't say a word, rather just held onto his wife, his tears mixing with hers. Romilda knew that Dean wanted a family, as he had none of his own, but she didn't realize that he would be willing to raise another man's baby.
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The next morning when she had awoken Dean served her eggy toast in bed, sitting next to her while she ate. "You have to tell him, whoever it is. I will treat this child like it is mine, but I don't want to ever speak of this again." He gave her a kiss on her forehead and got up to walk towards the door. Turning around to face her once more, he asked tenderly, "Who is it, if you don't mind my asking?"
Taking a deep breath, Romilda kept her eyes on her plate and answered: "Kingsley." Cursing under his breath, Dean stormed out of their bedroom and went to work.
After breakfast, Romilda sent an owl off to Kingsley, saying that she needed to see him in her office sometime that day. Then she started to pick out her clothes for the day. As she got undressed, she stood in front of the mirror and turned to the side to see if she could see any signs of a bump, letting out a huff upon not seeing anything. She quickly threw on her clothes and Floo'd to work.
She had only been in her office for an hour when she heard a knock on the door. Knowing it was Kingsley, she waved her wand to open the door, taking a deep breath to settle her nerves.
Kingsley stepped into her office and waved his wand ,setting their usual charms over the room. "I couldn't wait either, darling." He spoke as he strode forward and pulled her into a kiss.
Letting herself kiss him one last time, she knew that sometime over the past year she had fallen in love with him, but he said he never wanted kids, and she knew he would never leave his horrid wife, no matter how many times he said he would. Pulling herself back, she stood from her chair and walked to the other side of the desk, "I'm pregnant Kingsley. It's yours, in case you were wondering."
She saw his face twist in horror. "No, no, no," Kingsley whispered, stepping close to her he yelled out, "Get rid of it Get rid of it ,now!" he grabbed her shoulders and shook her.
Kingsley was holding her shoulders so tight she felt that they would certainly be bruised. Pushing Kingsley away, she shouted, "No! I will have this baby; I don't care what you want." Kingsley took a deep breath and stormed out of her office. Romilda started sobbing, and the moment the door shut, she sat down on her couch and stayed there until her husband came to get her at the end of the work day.
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A month later, Romild and Dean were sitting her in office eating lunch, deciding what month of her pregnancy she should quit her job, when Kingsley burst through the door, the paper clutched in his hands and a murderous look in his eyes.
Kingsley paused upon realizing that Romilda wasn't alone, then he spoke through his teeth, "Would you excuse us, Dean? Mrs. Thomas, I need to have a word with you."
Dean shook his head no. "I know what's going on, and anything you have to say to my wife you can say in front of me." Kingsley balled up his fist and took a step towards Dean. Romilda quickly walked in between the two men, turning towards her husband, "I'm fine, Dean," she said softly, "Go to your office; I'll come and get you when he leaves." Dean reluctantly nodded his head, gave his wife a long, loving kiss in front of her ex-lover, and walked out of the door.
Romilda barely had time to throw up a silencing charm before Kingsley bellowed out, "What did YOU tell THEM?!"
Romilda waited until he had stopped screaming to ask, "Tell who what?"
Kingsley shoved the paper he held in his hands under her eyes and screamed, "THE PROPHET! Theh 'SPECULATE' I had an affair and the woman in question IS PREGNANT! I had to listen to Astoria screaming at me six hours before I CONVINCED her it wasn't true."
Romilda threw the paper into her fire and sat back down, meeting his eyes as she stated firmly, "I didn't tell them anything, as there's nothing to tell." Wrapping her hands around her slightly protruding stomach, she added coldly, 'I'm having my husband's baby, not anyone else's. What's happening with your wife is your business."
She picked up her wand to wave away the charm, letting Kingsley know that she was done with the conversation. Opening the door so Kingsley could leave he muttered as he walked past her, "Get rid of it." She uttered over her shoulder "Good day Minister," in the iciest voice she could muster.
Entering, her husband's office she ran into his open arms, "Someone apparently told the Prophet that he had an affair and that the woman is pregnant. He also told me to get rid of our baby. Can you please just hold me?" Dean took a deep breath and nodded his head, vowing then to get his revenge on the one man who had wanted to take everything from him.
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Laying on the crisp white hospital bed, Romilda held her husband's hand as they waited for a healer to come into their room. Dean whispered into her ear, "You were so great, love. So calm when everything was happening. I am so proud of you."
Ten minutes had gone by before Dean stood up and stretched his stiff muscles, "I'm going to see what's taking so long," he said, kissing her on the forehead before he walked out of the room.
Allowing herself to relax for a few moments, she thought back to the start of her day, not knowing that the end result would be her baby.
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"Good morning, love," Romilda called out as she heard her husband's feet shuffle into the kitchen behind her, "I have breakfast on the table; eat before you go to work." His lack of reply meant that he had already sat down and started to eat.
Sitting across from him she put her hands on her basketball shaped stomach and said, "I have my last appointment with my midwife today and then we just wait for our baby to decide to arrive. I also wanted to go to lunch with your mom before the craziness starts; I know that you aren't on good terms with her, but our baby needs grandparents, and since my parents are gone, I need you to work out your issues and make amends." Dean only nodded his head; he knew that if he objected she would yell and then cry at him, and the house would be redecorated by the time he came home from work.
Finishing his breakfast, Dean stood up and walked over to his wife, kissing on the forehead and dropping another kiss on her belly. He whispered, "Goodbye, my little boy."
"Why do you think it's a boy?" Romilda asked struggling to stand up. Dean reached out a head to help her up and replied, "A father always knows," with a smile.
"Please let me know via Patronus if you aren't feeling well," he added as he kissed his wife goodbye one more time and left for work.
Romilda stared after her husband lovingly for a moment before she walked towards her bedroom to get ready for the day. Her thoughts began wander to how much had changed between them over the past seven months. She would always regret that she had a year long affair, but at the same time, it seem to have made them stronger.
Suddenly, a searing pain in her stomach ripped her from her thoughts. Taking a deep breath, she counted out how long the pain lasted, continuing to walk around the room instead of sitting, as she remembered that her midwife told her to walk the pain out. After an hour of the contractions being 5 minutes apart and not slowing down or going away, Romilda sent a Patronus to her husband and went to take a shower to see if that would help. She knew that her baby could come at any time, and she had wanted to labor at home instead of at the hospital.
By the time she got out of the shower Dean was home, and was running around grabbing the hospital bags, reminding Romilda strongly of a chicken as he did so. Laughing at her husband, she took a deep intake of breath and suddenly realized that smetime in the shower the contractions gone down from five minutes to three. She quickly informed her husband of this update, but before she could even finish Dean grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to the fireplace.
She protested the short walk and tried to rip her hand out of his grip, as it hurt her to move. Dean turned to her and pleaded, "Please, Romilda, let's go." She nodded her head once before she called out "St. Mungo's" and was whisked away.
Even though her contractions were 3 minutes apart, her Midwife wasn't sure she was in active labor, so Romilda had to be confined to a bed so the Healers could magically monitor the baby's heartrate. The healer pointed to a machine and they told the Thomas' that the machine was charmed so they could see their baby's heart rate at all times on the screen. After noticing that her baby had a steady heart rate, they informed her that they were going to wait an hour to see if she progressed any.
After forty-five minutes of waiting, Romilda felt a sharp pain that shot through her whole body. Dean was about to call out for a nurse when the on her left started to beep. Glancing at the monitor, she saw that it said that her baby's heart rate had dropped from a hundred and forty-two to 85. Romilda took a deep breath to yell for a healer when five of them came rushing through the door, trying to figure out what happened. The next thing she remembered was her midwife coming in and saying that she had to have a c-section as the baby couldn't breathe during her contractions. Romilda just nodded her head and whispered, "Get my baby out alive."
She only got to look at her baby for two minutes as the healer's had to take away her child to make sure it breath properly.
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She awoke, the soft cry of a baby bringing her back to the present. Glancing towards the door, all she noticed was a champagne pink blanket in the arms of her husband. Her eyes filled with tears as she held out her arms, hoping to hurry her husband's slow strides.
Finally, her baby girl was placed into her arms, and Romilda felt complete. Her daughter looked exactly liked she had as a baby, but her daughter had a darker skin tone than she had.
"Hello, Aurora." Romilda whispered as she bent down to kiss her daughter on the head. Looking up, her locked eyes with her husband, and she mouthed, 'I love you' before latching her daughter to her breast for the first time.
After Aurora had eaten her fill, Dean took her from her mother's arms and told Romilda to rest, that they would be there and waiting when she woke up.
Romilda was woken up by the sounds of someone shouting outside her room, "You can't go in there, sir. Just because you're the Minister does not give you permission to enter a private hospital room. I will speak with the patient and see if she would like visitors."
Romilda glanced over at Dean, who hadn't stopped talking to his daughter, despite the disturbance. Leaning forward in her bed she caught some of his words, 'Now, I may not have helped make you, but I will help raise you. No matter what, you're mine, little Aurora."
The door burst open and Kingsley strolled inside, bold as brass. "Can I help you?" Romilda seethed as she straightened herself up in the bed.
Kingsley ignored her and stepped closer to Dean so that he could see the baby. Romilda struggled to move but stopped when Dean placed her daughter in her arms.
"Leave now, Minister, or everyone will know that you really do have a child. Your poor wife will be so upset if she found out the rumors were true." Romilda threatened dangerously.
Kingsley took one glance at Romilda's face and saw that she was serious before he turned on his heel and left. Dean leaned forward and whispered, "Let's move to America. We could get away from him, and from this scandal."
Romilda threw her head back and laughed loudly. She nodded once and whispered back, "Let's start our new life."
oOoOoOo
After pulling up to the three bedroom house that they had bought in Florida, Romilda stepped out of the car and heard a, "Hello, neighbors!" from somewhere to her right. Glancing over, she saw a plump, brown-haired, woman walking towards her with a small child hiding behind her legs.
The woman stepped forward and extended her hand, "Welcome to the neighborhood! My name is Sarah, and this is my son, Sam. My husband, Thomas, is at work." Romilda shook Sarah's hand and replied, "Thank you! I'm Romilda, this is my husband Dean, and our new daughter, Aurora. We just moved here from England."
"Oh, that sounds exciting! We have - Sam, No!" Sarah was forced to cut herself short when her son started squealing at a stray cat and attempting to go after it. When Sam was told no, he screamed and a nearby lamp post exploded, glass flying everywhere. Romilda and Dean only exchanged knowing glances, watching as Sarah bent down to reprimand her son.
Aurora started to fuss, so the Thomases waved goodbye to their new neighbors, agreeing to make plans to meet later in the week, once they had gotten settled into their house.
Romilda was thankful they had magic to move their furniture; it only took twenty minutes to pull their bedroom together so that Aurora had a place to sleep that night, as the family was co-sleeping. After eating a dinner consisting of pizza and wings, Romilda sat on the couch next to her husband, putting her head on his shoulder.
"So, our new neighbors seem nice," Romilda giggled out as Dean sucked on her ear lobe. Kissing him on the chest, she whispered, "I'm glad we moved. This is going to be an amazing new start for our family." Dean's only reply was turning his body and kissing his wife soundly, pulling her body onto his.
"Speaking of our family," Dean murmured into his wife's neck, "How would you feel about trying for another?"
"I'm game if you are."
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