Disclosure Hp belongs to Jkr. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux

Arthur and Jean

Arthur had been pining away for Jean. A fact that was obvious to everyone but him. He couldn't even go past her when a well-known stirring would hit him right below the belt. Molly had been gone for nearly 15 months. It had been at least two years before she died when shagging was no longer an activity she enjoyed. Thus, Arthur attributed his permanent hard-on to the prolonged abstinence.

Just until the terrible day Fred died, his sex life had not been bad, all considering. The sight of Molly's bum or her wonderful bosoms never failed to get him aroused. Because of her magic blood, and the potions and whatnot, it was difficult to tell that Molly had all those children. Her body had stayed firm, as well as tight and exciting.

As for Jean, she had married Jacques out of convenience. Their nearly arranged marriage, by their parents who had common financial interests, had turned out into a love match, even if not full of burning passion. She was in her first year of university. He was already established; he was nine years her senior. They had Hermione before Jean was twenty.

So here, Jean was at 44 with a 25-year-old daughter. They were nearly carbon copies, except for the coloring. Jean's hair was several shades lighter. Her hair was strawberry blond, close to ginger, and green eyes. In contrast, Hermione's coloring was exactly her father's, along with his curly hair. That observation niggled at the back of Arthur's mind; her hair color always tried to talk to him, but he couldn't make out the words.

The first day, when Jean had really talked to Arthur, not just the polite social conversations, she had felt butterflies in her belly, surprising her. Prior to that day, she'd thought those were just words from romance novels; the ones she liked to read in private. The same happened, the currents going through her every time he was around, making her desire to be on his bed.

Meanwhile, Arthur's brain was firing neurons away. He had made an obvious connection for the first time, Hermione's baby could have been anyone's, and the baby's hair was Jean's. Not just anyone, he had been noticing signs for a long time; and just like that, he knew it. Well, Molly was the one who had first made the observation, poor young witch. She was even a better human than he had believed until today.

He had been blind, but for now, he let it go, it made him angry at the wizard who had treated her so carelessly, and tonight he wanted to think about Jean. He was having a difficult time controlling his feelings; Jean was making him lose his mind.

Arthur sat on a sofa, nursing a very lovely drink; he could not remember the name, but its potency was what he needed to calm him. Hermione had never woken any feelings for him; thus, Jean's allure was inexplicable since they were so much alike. This enchantment started years ago at Harry's wedding; he could still remember.

He had seen Hermione after the ceremony, she looked rather sad, and now Arthur could guess why. He wanted to wring the offender's neck and kick him out of this house. He remembered...

Hermione stood next to a very tall, curly hair man, dressed in elegant Muggle clothes. He held the arm of a petite young woman, dressed in silks of iridescent purples and gold. He checked her out from head to toe; on her small feet, she wore high-heeled-toeless pumps of the same color, which showed painted toenails. He looked at her fingernails, the same color of the toes', which he found highly erotic. The top of the gown was form-fitting to below the waist. It draped and hugged each curve just so. Later, when the dancing started, she took off the short jacket over the gown, and Arthur was not the only male that noticed.

Jean had a dress that left her back practically bare to nearly her waist, ending in a flowery bow. It revealed her exquisite creamy skin made for touching. The front of the dress was modest, and the collar wrapped around her neck, leaving her creamy shoulders bare. Someone told him late it was a halter dress. His mouth went dry, and a frisson of desire consumed him. His eyes closed from the intensity of the feeling.

Her husband twirled her around, and the skirt flew, revealing her thighs but for a second, revealing garters and silk stockings. He could see her beckoning white thighs calling him in. He was flushed and aroused, so he had to leave the dance floor.

Could someone like Jean like an average wizard like him? Narcissa Malfoy didn't have anything over Jean, and he felt out of his league.

Attempts to put the children to bed had been futile. Creevy left around 9:00 after the dancing music started.

Percy and Molly Jr. went home. His wife was not having an easy pregnancy and had stayed home. He had, however, promised to be back early in the morning.

Hermione and Adrian danced to medieval music, and everyone could see the love shine on their eyes. Teddy danced with Jean making his best Adrian impression to everyone's delight. His mommy gave him the proper gushing smooches. Teddy kissed his mommy back.

After that, there was a mix of music. Arthur stayed off the dance floor, not wanting the hearts to start. George and Hermione looked at each other with regret, seeing how their surprise had backfired, and finally feeling compassion, they released the magic.

Holding Jean in his arms had made his heart race. Barefooted, she hardly reached to his mid-chest. Nevertheless, he could feel her soft breasts and her body on his. He was so afraid to embarrass himself that he always kept her away from his bottom half. He didn't want her to know her effect upon him.

The area had been darkened intentionally, and Jean was glad to feel his large hands on her back finally. She had laid her hands on his shoulders. Arthur observed the young crowd, all-dancing Muggle style, and he decided it was the right way. When Jean put her head on his chest, all the tension left her as if she had come home. She relaxed against him, feeling his warmth. She was wondering how to get him to move forward and maybe even share her bed. God, he felt just right.

In one of the turns, their bodies came real close, and feeling the effect that she was having on him, made her want him even more. Shameless, she pressed herself closer, but he resisted, seemingly embarrassed.

All his children were watching her with a hawk's eye. They all wanted to be related to Hermione in any way possible, and this would have to be good enough.

They all knew what Hermione had done for them, but mostly for their mother. They were all tied to each other, with the invisible threads of love.

"Hermione, kitten, I love your bum, it is bigger, and you have a little tummy. Not that I mind." Adrian whispered in Hermione's ear, giving her a gentle nip. "I am sorry for being a prat earlier; I just cannot stand the thought of losing you. I have an idea; meet me in our room for a few minutes. I want to be alone with you. Next time, remind me that I don't like parties. I always forget."

She laughed softly, "You cannot get rid of me if you tried. Such a silly wizard, I would pine and would be dead before long without you." She bit his chest right on his nipple, and he laughed, "Bad kitten, you will pay later."

His heart was bursting with joy. He wanted his treat. He hoped she would remember. The ' pleasure' kept him distracted all day long; but most of all, he wanted to know her answer.

"So, have you thought of your answer?" A cold wave of fear chilled his blood.

"I told you before, at our room, you might want to shag me afterward, and then, there is the treat!" She batted her eyelashes, looking at him.

He didn't answer; it had to be something good, and the mention of the treat made him want her right there, so he didn't press any further. He was feeling more than randy, and there were still children in the room. Forget the children; Jean was there, damn.

"Addy," she asked.

"Hmm," he kissed her hair and caressed her cheek; his eyes were closed, only wanting to feel her next to him.

"Do you think Harry likes Gabrielle? I don't want the children to be taken away." She sounded sad.

"Kitten, is it Harry or the children?" Uncertainty once again was gnawing at him, what was wrong with him, he loved her, that was what was wrong. Should he tell her of his ideas about Harry? He honestly wanted Harry at their home. However, he wanted a few months just with her.

"I think it is the children. I love you best. Please know that" Hermione sounded a little hesitant.

He knew better, his parents had always told him to quit while he was ahead. This was one of those times. What if he forced her to say Harry, and put ideas on her brain. Damn, he was his worse enemy. Indeed, he needed to quit while he was ahead.

"What do you make out Margot's friend. She reminds me of Bella with Weasley hair. I nearly screamed when I saw her." Hermione whispered.

"Ah, yes, I see it. I was wondering why she looked familiar, at first I thought she was a Weasley," he lowered his voice, "maybe she is Bellatrix and Arthur's love child."

Both broke out in guffaws, "Arthur and Bella, how unlikely, just too funny."

"Marcus seems to like her." Hermione said.

"Wishful thinking." Adrian knew better, though it would solve a lot of problems.

a/n ha ha indeed.