It's been two months since the couple moved in together. They've really settled into domestic life. They had been talking about going to a fertility healer to make sure that Natasha was able to carry a child to term without complications like she had in her first pregnancy.

They were currently sitting in the waiting room of the fertility healer. A few minutes later the couple was called into the healer's office.

"You must be Natasha Butler and her boyfriend Oliver Wood," the healer said.

"We are."

The healer nodded.

"I wanted to talk about my fertility. The last time I got pregnant I delivered my daughter stillborn. I don't want that to happen again."

"Were you the child's father, Mr. Wood?"

Oliver answered. "No, I wasn't. That would be Natasha's ex fiancé Aaron."

"Were you under a lot of stress during your pregnancy, Miss Butler?"

"Not that I recall, but my fiancé was keeping a secret from me and he revealed it while I was in labor."

"What was the secret?"

Natasha gulped as Oliver took her hand. "That he only proposed to get in my pants. We conceived our daughter a month after he proposed."

The healer frowned. "That's horrible."

"I know."

"So, how long have you two been dating?"

"Nearly eight months."

"And you're already talking about kids?"

Oliver asked. "Is that a problem?"

Natasha put a hand on Oliver's arm to calm him down remembering he had a temper.

"Isn't that a little fast?" the healer asked.

"Sir, we don't need your judgment. We love each other."

The healer frowned again. "Do you plan on getting married?"

"For sure but not anytime soon."

"So, this child will be out of wedlock?"

"Yes, but that shouldn't matter this isn't the 50s anymore it's the 2000s," Oliver said tensely.

"Do your parents approve of you having kids out of wedlock?"

"They'd be happy just to have grandkids. We just came here to see if I could get pregnant again without complications but you judge us instead!" Natasha snapped.

"I think we're done here," Oliver said standing up and reaching for Natasha's hand.

She gladly took it and they walked out of the office.

"I can't believe that bastard is so judgmental!" Oliver exclaimed.

"I know!"

"Should we get another healer or just see if you can keep a pregnancy to full term."

"I'd prefer another healer but that doesn't mean I'm cutting you off from sex," Natasha smirked.

Oliver smirked back at her. They left St. Mungo's.

"You know what I just remembered?"

"What?"

"Nobody's home at my childhood home, we could go there and fulfill my fantasy of shagging you in my childhood bed," Natasha winked.

Oliver nodded in agreement and they apparated to her childhood home. They immediately began a short foreplay. They needed to work off all this extra frustration.

"Enough of the little stuff, Ollie. I just want you to fuck me so hard," Natasha moaned against his shoulder impatiently.

"Language, Miss Butler," Oliver teased slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

"Ollie,"she whined.

He undid the last button and threw her blouse on the floor eyeing her breasts before he carried her up to her old room.

They continued making passionate love.

"Oh, bloody hell! This feels great!" Natasha moaned as she grinded her hips against Oliver which caused a loud grunt to escape his lips.

"Fuck," Oliver cursed.

"Language, Mr. Wood," Natasha teased as she rode out what was left of her orgasm.

They finished making love and cuddled.

"I won't be surprised if I end up knocked up after that, especially this happens to be my most fertile week in my cycle," Natasha chuckled stroking his chest lovingly.

"Oh, shit I forgot a condom. I was just too caught up in the moment," Oliver cursed again.

"That doesn't matter, Ollie. It's too late now," she assured her worried boyfriend.

"I leave for Hogwarts in a week and a half, this is your parting gift," he laughed.

"I say that's perfect," she giggled.

Suddenly, they heard a noise from downstairs. Natasha quickly redressed and went to go investigate.

"Hey mum."

"Oh, hello, dear. What are you doing here?"

"Umm," she tried.

Mary Anne smirked. "You and Oliver shagged in your old bed, didn't you?"

Natasha blushed as her mum laughed. "Don't worry, you know I had the same fantasy with your dad."

"Mum, I don't need to hear about you shagging dad," Natasha said.

"It's only fair, dear."

Natasha groaned. "Can I at least go get Ollie?"

"Yes."

Natasha nodded and went up to her old room.

"So, what was that noise?" Oliver asked.

"My mum is home. She insists on telling me how she also shagged my dad in her childhood bed," she shivered.

Oliver hopped out of bed and began getting dressed. "I suppose I have to hear this too."

"Yep."

Oliver and Natasha stepped on platform 9 ¾.

"It feels weird to be back on the platform."

"It does."

"Do you remember when we first met?"

Flashback -September 1st, 1989

Milo and Natasha boarded the Hogwarts Express. Natasha was extremely anxious. They found a compartment and sat down. Natasha took out her worn copy of Hogwarts: A History. A few minutes later a brown haired boy strode in.

"Hey Oliver," Milo greeted.

"Hey Milo."

"This is my baby sister Natasha."

"I'm not a baby, Milo. I'm a first year," she huffed.

"It's nice to meet you."

"You too."

"Do you like Quidditch like your brother?"

"I do. I'm quite fond of Puddlemere United."

Oliver grinned. "I want to play Quidditch for Puddlemere when I finish Hogwarts."

"What position do you play?"

"Keeper."

Natasha nodded.