Day 7: Free (Freeform)

I Want Another One

Hermione opened her house's door and walked in. Dropping her leather briefcase onto the side table, she quickly shrugged off her coat and threw it onto the coat hanger. Today had been a long day at the ministry and she was ready to relax. Slipping out of her shoes, she padded into the living room, when she suddenly stopped at the sight in front of her, a smile blooming on her face.

A nest had been created on the floor with multiple blankets and pillows and bundled inside it was her beautiful wife, slumbering on her back, with their little girl on her chest, protectively held in the blonde's arms. She quietly shuffled to them, slipping under the cover and wrapping her arm protectively around her two most important persons in the whole world.

"Welcome 'ome, mon amour," whispered Fleur, sleepily blinking her eyes open and turning to look at the brunette.

"Thank you, love," whispered Hermione, leaning in to deposit a languid kiss on the blonde's lips. She didn't understand how she had gotten so lucky. She had lost hope in her life after everything she had endured during the war but it was all different now. She would go through the war and the pain of giving birth again if it meant she had this as her future.

"Hard day?" asked Fleur, seeing the tiredness in the brown eyes she loved so much.

"Hmm, yeah… but I feel better now that I'm here with you both," she said, snuggling into Fleur's shoulder as she gently ran a finger on their little two-year old's cheek. "What did you girls do on your day off?"

Fleur smiled depositing a quick kiss on her wife's head, "we 'ad so much fun. We played games, ran around, cooked together, watched a movie and 'ad a fun bath. We missed you."

"Hmm, I wish I was there," replied Hermione, sad that she had missed the fun, "I've already put in my request for some leave."

"Zhat sounds great, I cannot wait for us to go somewhere for a holiday as a family," hummed Fleur, already imagining it all in her head.

"I can't wait either," said Hermione, "I love you, Fleur"

Fleur pulled back a bit at Hermione's intonation and looked into the brunette's eyes, "I love you too 'Ermione, what iz it?"

Hermione smiled to reassure the blonde, "I am just so in love with you… it hurts sometimes. Sometimes, I can't believe we are here, married...that you are my wife...that we have a child," she whispered reverently, gazing deeply in the azure eyes that meant the world to her.

Fleur slipped her arm underneath the brunette and pulled her body tighter against hers and captured her lips in a deep kiss. "Zhere iz no one but you for me, my love. I'm yours," she said, her voice leaving no doubt to the statement.

"And I am yours," replied Hermione with the same sureness in her voice.

"Hmmm, mummy?" a sleepy voice murmured and the two women tore their eyes from each other to look at their slowly rousing toddler.

"I'm here baby," smiled Hermione, her heart bursting with joy at the cuteness of her little girl. Their little one was a perfect mixture of them two. A cute chubby face that resembled them both, freckles just liked hers (Fleur loved them), pouty lips like the blonde and a golden shade of curly hair that was a mix between her own brown and Fleur's silvery blonde, which had earned her the name of 'Golden Baby' much to Hermione's chagrin. Their little Alexandra Elle Delacour-Granger. Fleur had let her give that name because first, she was the one who gave birth, duh, second, Fleur would never say no to Hermione and third, Fleur actually liked the name despite teasing Hermione; "Does that 'ave anything to do wiz ze library of Alexandria, 'Ermione? 'Ermione? Where are you going? Answer me, 'Ermione?!"

Fleur watched as their little Lexie, lifted her head from her chest slowly, bringing pudgy hands to rub her sleepy blue eyes (Something that Hermione had prayed for before she was even born). The blue eyes registered Hermione's presence and the small body threw herself at the brunette.

"Mummy back!" the toddler squealed, hugging the brunette tight.

Hermione hugged her back tightly. She smiled at the girl who started narrating to her, her day with her maman as best she could and turned to find Fleur gazing at them with reverence, love and awe.

"And we play fith!" exclaimed Lexie, sitting up on her mummy's chest and clapping her hands.

"Yeah, you played with fish?" asked Hermione, tucking an errant golden lock behind a small cute ear.

"Uhuh, Maman magic zem in tub!" replied Lexie. The fish had been bootiful, so many pwetty colours! She gasped when she heard growling under her, a rumble shaking her little body.

Fleur laughed at the sound, "seems like mummy iz 'ungry, mon ange,"

"I hungwy too, maman!" exclaimed the toddler, bringing her pudgy hands to rub her stomach.

Hermione wanted to squeal at the cuteness of her little girl and pepper kisses all over her chubby cheeks and little tummy. She was just too cute!

"Alright zhen, let's make dinner," Fleur pressed a kiss on her little lion cub's forehead and gave a quick peck to Hermione before getting up. She helped Hermione to her feet, Lexie carefully settled in the brunette's arm and the two women looked at each other for a second, knowing there was no other place they would ever want to be than right here, with their little family.

Later that night, after settling little Lexie in her crib in her own room, the two women had retreated into their own bedroom.

"Fleur?" Hermione murmured from her spot nestled in the crook of Fleur's neck as she drew patterns on the blonde's torso with her fingers.

"Hmm?" Fleur hummed slowly, enjoying the brunette's little touches. She was close to purring.

"I want another baby…" said Hermione, feeling the body underneath her tense at the words.

Fleur shifted so she could look at the brunette's eyes, still visible due to the moonlight streaming through the windows. "You do?"

"Yes, I know I said only one for now because of my career but having Alexandra has shown me that I can have both and that no matter how happy my job makes me, it doesn't come close to the happiness I have with our little family…" trailing off, Hermione looked at the surprised blonde and whispered, "so...can we? I want to have your baby again, Fleur."

Fleur pulled the brunette into a searing kiss, hoping to convey how much she loved the idea. Hermione having her babies was something she couldn't put into words. It was magical, humbling, arousing...so many things. Pulling away from the kiss, she panted "We still 'ave more of ze potion from last time."

Hermione growled, biting at the supple neck in front of her, "Drink it. Now."

Fleur hasted to open the drawer of her bedside table, finding the bottle and taking a sip, swallowing hard under the smouldering gaze of her wife. She felt the pressure building between her legs and found herself yanked on top of an impatient brunette.

"We're not stopping until you've put a baby in me, Delacour," Hermione gasped as she felt the new hardness pressing against her stomach.

"Non, definitely not stopping," the blonde growled. It was gonna be a loooong night and she was going to enjoy every bit of it.