"I'm pregnant!"
Her voice carried a high note of excitement, her smile wide. She ran to him and barreled herself into his chest, her excitement overcoming her. Perhaps she had relieved any emotions of shock before hand, because she had shown no resistance in that moment.
Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him tightly, nustling his head into her neck. He was glad for the comfortably silent embrace, as he was experiencing a lack of words to express how he felt. Excitement, shock, it was all present within them both despite their preparation for the answer.
The moment itself held its own power, as though no amount of preparation could assist you for just how much you would feel. He felt insanely still, but could feel his heart beating fast regardless. A warmth filled his face and he couldn't help but just smile. Feeling an overwhelming amount of love for her in that moment, he bent to grab the backs of her legs, and he pulled her upward, her legs wrapping around his waist as he cradled her against him.
The warmth that had filled his heart and had heated his cheeks, traveled. Anytime he felt an overwhelming amount of emotion with her, it drove him toward her like his life depended on being with her in every possible way. Clutching her more closely to him, he walked with her, carrying her to their bed.
When her back hit the bed softly, her head rolled back and she opened her eyes. Standing above her, Harry was placed between her thighs and already had his thumbs grazing her stomach just above her underwear. He was glad that she had chosen to change for the movie, it left her as bare as he had been all day.
He couldn't stop staring at her stomach. She had the smoothest skin with faint contours around her muscles that ended in two beginnings of a 'V'. Against his will, a low growl escaped his lips and it made her squirm immediately. She knew exactly what was coming, and she was damned pleased about it.
Silently, Harry met Hermione's gaze and slowly moved down her body, pulling her slightly off the bed with him as he did. He was positioned on his knees on the floor with his face even between her legs, the backs of her knees hugging the bed, and Harry reveled in it. The fabric still covered her and he slid a thumb over the center of her. He smiled, she was already wet. He hadn't even kissed her yet. The thought aroused him further and the low pleads escaping her were not helping.
Pressing deeper into her over the fabric, Hermione let out a low whimper before bucking her hips slowly, clearly wanting more. She knew him, and she knew he would stretch this out. Their more recent nights together had consisted of border line torture from one or the other, sometimes both. It honestly depended on the night. Tonight however? Tonight, he was in control.
Several agonizing minutes had passed of the slow, deep rhythm of him only pressing into her and the heat radiating within him had shown for it. Removing his hand from her, she had immediately moved to have him touch her again, to no avail. He chuckled low, entertained by the thought of her irritation.
She quickly calmed when she realized that all he was doing was removing the confining fabric. Once she felt his fingers slipping beneath the fabric on each side of her hips, she found grip in the bed frame below the mattress to raise her hips off the bed, and allowed their disposal.
The aroma of her filled him instantly and filled the heat within him, her excitement driving him. Hungrily, he brought his mouth to her, his tongue quickly finding the spot that pleased her most. She was writhing within seconds and he had to place his hands at the tops of her thighs to keep her still enough for him to continue in his torment.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, surprised. She was taking in three of his fingers immediately without warning and the shock of it forced her head back, her back arching her into his hand. Harry was so much stronger than her, she couldn't understand how he was able to wait so long, she had known what pleasing her did to himself.
She reached for him then, her slender fingers finding their way through his hair. Standing abruptly, he grabbed her wrists and pulled himself directly into her. The sudden amount that she had to take in pushed her over her limit and she dug her nails into his wrists as she came into him.
Her cries were powdered with his name, her lips repeating it over and over until her climax had stilled. Attempting to hold back a smile as she realized that he wasn't stopping—or slowing down, he slowly worked his way closer to her, forcing her hips up slightly further with each movement. Each time he shifted forward, he felt the angle within her change and her body responded to it instantly.
Her walls had clenched around him feverishly, as though they were pulling him further and further into her. Damn, he had never had her this hungry before, and he planned to enjoy as much as he could of it. Releasing one wrist, he brought his hand to her, encircling her clit with his thumb once more.
It could have been anything that pushed her too far, because suddenly, she had lifted her body from the bed, effectively making Harry stand near the bed again. She sat at the edge, her mouth only inches away from him. When she looked up at him, he found such a hunger in her eyes that it almost scared him. Despite all of their evenings together, he honestly wasn't sure what she was going to do from that point forward—and it excited him.
His head was thrown back immediately as she roughly devoured him, soon finding the back of her throat. She had cupped his balls in one hand and had been lightly moving them as she wrecked havoc on his length. She was rough on him, but it wasn't painful and he felt rather shocked by how much she wanted him.
Finding it difficult to withstand her movements on him for long, he withdrew himself from her and pushed her back against the bed, her hair flowing out around her like fire. Looking down at her, his breath hitched, as her shirt had been pressed up against her shoulders and her breasts were fully out for his viewing.
Eagerly, he bent down to envelop her with his mouth, his tongue encasing her peaks easily. She moaned and ground her hips against his, a feat itself considering he was still quite separated from her. He pressed her hips down firmly, effectively keeping her from her movements against him.
She groaned, needing to feel him against her, but her movements were too much for him. He needed a moment if he was ever going to make it far enough to be inside of her, his pulsing erection was too close to coming undone.
After several minutes, he finally calmed enough and abruptly lowered himself to her. Her response was immediate and she moved her hips into him, as his hands had released her to support himself above her. Almost instantly, he had found her opening and plunged into her.
It surprised Harry how much they enjoyed each other, even after several sessions between the two of them. The feel of her, her scent, every ounce of who she was enticed him, and fed his hunger. As he entered her, he let out a loud moan, his edged pleasure finally being satisfied once more.
Bringing his lips to hers, he let out a vibrating groan against her as he felt her nails digging into his back. The breaths from her came out short and rugged, unable to fully release her moans of pleasure. He had her, he knew, and he began driving into her harder. The increase of power from him made her pleasure rise and peak, allowing her to come undone against him. When she did, she let out a strangled cry of a moan, her head lifting to press her mouth harder against his.
Her hunger for him left his mind and body silently pleading for her. She felt the change within him, his hunger becoming more unrefined as his movements had. Taking advantage, she pressed against him and twisted, effectively switching positions so that she was on top of him. His eyes shot open and found hers pleadingly.
"Hermione…" he moaned.
"Mm?" she asked, as she sat straight up against him and pulled him out of her.
"No!" he yelled, and she nearly jumped from his tone. As if to provide more to her questioning gaze on him, he held her hips and thrust back into her, hard. The movement caused him to hit the back wall of her, and his depth within her damn near made her cum again.
Gritting his teeth, he rocked her hips against his, staying deep within her. A low growl escaped him as her hands pressed into his chest for support. Seeing as she was already pregnant, he knew he could release inside of her and that thought alone sent him spiraling.
The following morning, Hermione woke to Harry being firmly wrapped around her, his hand unconsciously pressed against her belly. She smiled softly, knowing that at some point during his slumber he had thought of their child. Lightly lifting his arm from her, she pulled herself from the bed, careful not to wake him.
The following day, Hermione and Harry set off to the school. Between the remaining professors and some of the students, repairing the castle like grounds went quickly, taking only a few hours. Arthur and Molly came too, along with Bill, Fleur, Fred, Ginny and Ron. Ginny was easy with the couple, acting mostly as though Harry and herself had never been more than friends, and it made it significantly easier for him.
Once the grounds were repaired to its' original glory, Harry set off to the head office, leaving Hermione with everyone else. She knew he would need some time and he was happy to give it to him. Hermione watched as he set off through the large grand doors of the school, his head lifted as he double checked for any areas still in need of repair as he went.
Coming to the entrance of the stairs, there was no password needed. He assumed that the room went into some sort of reboot when its head master had passed, and both Dumbledore and Snape, were. The stairs were still, as though they had never been made to move to begin with.
As he climbed the spiral stone steps, his hand ran across the interior walls, recalling the first day he had been there.
It wasn't long before his feet found the landing, the smooth surface running beneath him. His eyes were kept downcast, needing to take it all in one piece at a time. If he didn't, he knew he would lose his calm immediately.
It was the ground that his eyes were on first, for a long time. He slowly scanned upward, locating the bases of each piece of furniture within the room. When he finally brought his focus up further, he teared immediately as he knew he would. It was Dumbledore's desk…
It wasn't of his own accord, but suddenly he was walking directly to it, his hand out stretched to touch the surface. Once he was close enough to touch it, to feel the wood, he stopped. Allowing his hands to pass over the rough edges, he smiled to himself. It was something real, something physical he could feel. Something that Dumbledore had been with for so long.
Catching the light coming in from a high window, his gaze lifted. Somehow he managed the strength to take in the rest of the room, every part of it at once. It didn't pain him as much as he thought it would, but instead filled him with joy-- Dumbledore had given him so much during his life and now he would finish his position at the school. He knew he wouldn't change a thing about the large room. It would all remain the same, a tribute to him, but also a comfort.
There was a sliver of an opening in the wall, a tall and glassless window. Harry had seen it before but never paid much mind to it until now as he walked to it, peering out. His hands pressed too firmly into the cold stone of the wall, and he soon realized he was causing himself pain against the rugged rock.
"Mm" he muttered under his breath, rubbing his hand. It had turned red from the pressure in which he held the wall. He couldn't help it though, the sight wasn't pleasing for him. The window provided a direct line of sight to the same tower that Snape had killed the deceased headmaster.
The anger came, but just as quickly it had ceased, and he found himself remembering all of what he learned from Snape at his end. The reasons he killed him, how planned it was, how Snape tried to talk him out of it. In truth, Harry found himself admiring him for it, as he had put his life on the line for him of all people, and had stayed true to Dumbledore far better than Harry every could have been.
Hermione had been waiting out in the court yard for over an hour and had used the time to walk the grounds alone, reminiscing over the years they had spent there. As she arrived at the Quidditch field, she absent mindedly placed her hand over her stomach. She looked down at her belly and though there were still no physical show of her pregnancy, she pictured her little one all the same.
"You could be out here one day you know. Maybe you'll be a seeker like your father and his father before him." She said to her flat space there. "I can't wait until you're here."
"Neither can I." came a voice from behind her.
He had been watching her for over five minutes, her back always to him. She must have been completely lost in thought seeing as she had never heard him coming. The conversations she was holding with their unborn child had warmed him and caused him to picture her as a mother while he watched her.
Startled, she jumped, her hand holding her belly protectively. It dropped immediately as she realized it was Harry, and she smiled up at him. She was relieved to find that he was smiling too, his face entirely lit with happiness. A heat in her belly grew and her skin warmed, completely relaxing from her previous concerns.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Actually? I'm alright."
And then he smiled. It wasn't the wide, happy smile that he held just before. This smile was almost seductive as one side of his mouth was quirked up and his eyes were bright. He was truly, utterly, fine. She smiled widely at him and nodded. His hand outstretched, she took it, and they walked back to the others.
-Yall… while I was writing this, my husband (who is completely clueless to the H.P. world) asked if Lilly was the one with the scar. When I said no, that's Harry, and asked him if he even knew how he got it, he said "yeah, he was struck by lightening." I adore him(: I may just keep adding his hilariously incorrect comments in my end notes from now on (: I'm really excited to begin the next story and have fought myself to not begin it until this one has been brought to a close. I'm also eager to write the other, and unrelated, H.P story. Many many images coming to mind for it, so please stay tuned for those. Even if you don't care for this particular story, you could very well enjoy what the others will cover.Let me know if you guys have a preference for long or short chapters, I won't make terribly long writings regardless, but split them into separate readings if needed. Any CC is always welcomed and helps your pleasure of reading in the future. I personally feel genuine pain while trying to read something I can't follow. By all means if you are unable to follow the way that I write, please tell me so(:I appreciate you all so much!!This story will only have one more chapter, maybe two. Then I'll have the beginnings of the second story to this, as well as the separate story, up and available I'll list their names summaries in the notes of the final chapter. (I may even do the final chapter now so stay tuned. If not tonight, definitely tomorrow!!)