Chapter 6: Wake Up Calls and Arguments

James, despite being emotionally exhausted from the night's events, had been unable to sleep. Hermione, who was curled up into his right side slept uneasily, shifting and letting out soft whines every so often. Every time she moved, James hugged her closer (if that was even possible), and let his mind wander. He thought of his school days, order missions, prophecies, and most often, he thought of his son.

When Hermione had first told him that she was pregnant, James had been thrilled...for about five minutes before he realized what that actually meant. James was pretty sure that, despite Hermione's reassurances, he was going to find a way to royally fuck up his kid. Then Harry was born, and James was suddenly absolutely positive he was going to fuck up his kid. He had managed to get through one year of Harry's life without incident, and that was before he was 'The Chosen One.'

A soft knock at the door startled James from his thoughts. Gently, James removed his arm from underneath his wife and crept silently to the door, softly pushing it open. On the other side was a short, slightly lanky redhead he had briefly met the night before. She had long red hair that reminded him of Lily Evans, but unlike Evans, she had a galaxy of freckles scattered across her cheeks.

"Yes?" James whispered trying to position the door to cover his boxer clad body. James was by no means ashamed of his body, however even he had enough sense not to blatantly flaunt it in front of a fourteen-year-old girl he'd met twelve hours ago.

"Harry convinced Mum that he needed her to pick him up some extra quills because his "broke" last night." Ginny rolled her eyes not bothered by the fact that James only donned a pair of boxers. "She thinks he walks on water, so of course, she rushed out to get them. Anyway, if you want you can come downstairs and have breakfast with the rest of us, Dad won't mind."

"Thank you, -" James paused awkwardly searching his brain for her name.

"Ginny," Hermione gently interrupted sliding under James' arm. She was clad only in James long sleeve shirt, which stopped mid-thigh and hung past her fingertips. "You're not supposed to be up here; your mum already hates me as it is."

"She's gone out. Harry's doing." Ginny explained. "I still can't understand why she reads that trash let alone believes it."

"Why does Molly hate you?" James asked looking between the two girls. "What trash?"

"You didn't tell him?" Ginny asked disbelieving.

"I may have omitted some nonessential information." Hermione defended playing with the sleeve of James shirt. "Besides, he's been back less than 24 hours. There were more important things to discuss." A soft flush spreading over her cheeks as Ginny smirked at her. "I was going to mention it eventually." She mumbled the last part to herself.

"What nonessential information." James asked. He wasn't mad she had left something out. He was more amused by the fact that whatever she left out was clearly embarrassing her. "Hermione?" He teased.

"Nothing." Hermione said exasperatedly. "It's nothing. Molly just thinks I'm a huge slag." Hermione tugged violently at a loose string on James shirt sleeve.

"Your own son, Hermione!" Ginny mocked clicking her tongue. "Oh, and we can't forget about the Bulgarian seeker." Ginny added, mirth sparkling in her eyes. "You know I just realized you have a thing for quidditch players."

"Thank you Ginny, you've been such a big help this morning," Hermione smiled sweetly at Ginny, annoyance clear in her glare.

James had a confused and alarmed look on his face, like the thought of his wife having a relationship with someone other than himself in the last fifteen years hadn't crossed his mind.

"Wait!" Ginny stuck her hand out to stop the door as Hermione tried to shut it. "I come bearing gifts."

Ginny held out a small pile of clothes, which Hermione hastily grabbed from her and shut the door unceremoniously.

"Breakfast in five minutes so talk fast!" Ginny yelled as she walked back downstairs.

Once Ginny entered the kitchen every set of eyes was trained on her.

"Good morning?" Ginny asked slightly unnerved.

"Where are they?" Harry asked earnestly.

"They should be down in-" Ginny paused and turned towards Remus and Sirius, who were seated at the far side of the table. "On a scale of 1 to 10 how jealous is James?"

"15." Remus deadpanned while Sirius nodded along in agreement next to him.

"Okay, well, James just found out, through no fault of my own, that Hermione may or may not have made out with a certain Bulgarian seeker last year."

Remus immediately folded his copy of the Daily Prophet and placed it back in the middle of the table. Sirius calmly straightened his spine and faced his fellow marauder. The pair stared intently at each other, as their housemates looked on perplexedly. What ensued next was an intense game of 'Rock, Paper, Scissors,' which left behind a gaggle of confused Weasley's and a seriously pissed Black stalking up three flights of stairs.

Once Sirius was out of view, Remus unfolded his paper. "He has a tell." Was the werewolf's only explanation before he resumes his reading on a new bill that, if passed, would make it illegal to own any magical creature bigger than a house elf. Hagrid would not be pleased, Remus thought wryly.

"It was one time!" Hermione growled, violently pulling the shirt Ginny had brought her over her head. "Besides, I didn't even know you were who you were!"

James shucked on a pair of jeans before taking a deep breath. "I understand that." He gritted his teeth. "What I don't understand is why you felt the need to go to second base with him."

"You are being completely ridiculous!" Hermione exclaimed. "You and I were only fifteen when we started having sex."

"Yes, but that was you and me!" James argued back. "Not you and...Victor." James paused before saying his name as if it physically revolted him.

"You are being such a baby."

"Take that back!"

James could see the fire in her eyes as they argued. Logically, he knew that Hermione's little escapade wasn't cheating, but the thought of his wife kissing and touching, someone else it made him want to be sick. He had been her first, well, everything. He used to relish in the fact that nobody other than himself had kissed her lips or touched her soft, creamy skin. Yes he was jealous, but he was also angry. Angry because this wasn't the way things were supposed to be! Being privy to her 'relationship' with Victor just reminded him of how useless he had been while traveling through time.

"James," Hermione took a deep breath to calm herself down, "if I had known, or even suspected...I wouldn't have let him-"

"I know that!" James cut off angrily before turning his back to her and pulling the shirt Ginny had left for him over his head.

Hermione knew James was jealous, but she also knew he was struggling with everything. Hell, she was struggling, but unlike James she had lived through it all. She was able to experience everything that had happened in the last fourteen years. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.

Hermione stared at James back for a moment before walking towards her sulking husband and snaking her arms around his waist, resting her forehead on his back. James fought the urge to relax as Hermione's fingers danced under the cotton fabric of his shirt.

"James," Her hot breath out fanned across the upper plains of his back and her palms flattened against his tight stomach. "It was just a few fumbling kisses and an accidental groping." Her voice was soft and reassuring. She paused and he felt her chuckle. "I thought about hexing him to be completely honest."

James turned around when her hands retreated from under his shirt. Now that they were facing one another James could see a different kind of fire in her eyes. Although his jealousy was already sated, James stayed silent. He wanted that fire.

Hermione smirked subtly when James turned to face her. His features were arranged to look impassive, but his eyes were soft and determined as he stared down at her. Hermione's smirk grew. After spending nearly five years in a relationship, she knew James Potter like the back of her hand.

Hermione reached forward and took James' hand in hers, directing it under her shirt. They watched each other as Hermione slid his hand up the naked planes of her stomach. Hermione tipped her head back slightly when his hand reached the stiff underwire of her bra. The hand that was guiding his dropped to her side, letting him regain control of the limb.

"He never felt my skin under the palm of his hand." Hermione's whispers turned to a moan when James moved his hand higher to cup her breast. Hermione gasped when James gripped one of her hips tightly in his free hand.

"He never felt my hands sliding up his back." Hermione panted as her hands climbed the hard muscles of his back. When she reached his shoulder blades she lightly skimmed her nails back down to the top of his jeans. "He never felt my nails dragging across his skin."

James had his hand under her bra, teasing her hard, sensitive nipple with his experienced hand. His other hand traced the curves of her side slowly upward and then deftly unhooked her bra, letting it slack against the fabric of her shirt.

Hermione felt hot, too hot, under her husband's ministrations. She remembered having sex. She remembered having good sex, great sex, mind blowing sex with James Potter. But just because she remembered, doesn't mean her body did. No one had ever touched her like this, not in this body. Everything was new and overwhelming.

"James." She let out a breathy moan.

Suddenly, James decided he couldn't take any more of his wife's sexy reassurances. He needed more. Grabbing her ass in one hand, while continuing his purposeful groping of her breast with the other, he bent his knees so his hardness was in line with her hot (and he was assuming wet) center. He held her in place and grinded himself against her, hard.

Hermione felt it, in her lower stomach. A tight ball coiling tighter and tighter, sending little bursts of pleasure to where James was rutting against her.

Hermione lifted one of her legs higher, trying to get a more direct angle. Taking the hint, James let go of her breast and lifted her with both hands under her shapely ass. Walking backwards he felt himself hit the bed and then fall back with his wife on top of him. Hermione quickly righted herself. With her legs on either side of her husband's hips, she fisted the fabric of James shirt, moving against him at the perfect angle.

Hermione whined desperately. She needed a release and their jeans, hers in particular, weren't helping. She reached out for James' hand, continuing to rub against his hardness, and popped open the button of her pants and shoved his hand down them. His hand felt cool against her hot, wet folds.

"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed. James felt around for the bundle of nerves that would sure enough, send his wife over the edge.

Before he could find it, his naughty little wife was grasping at his belt. He paused when he felt her warm hand wrap around his aching cock.

"Don't stop!" Hermione growled.

James doubled his efforts to make Hermione come. Finally, he found her clit and pinched it lightly, the way he knew she loved. Hermione fell over the edge and reared forward to bite down on the juncture between his neck and shoulders. Her hand stilled on his cock and James gasped as Hermione came down from her orgasm, lapping at the spot where she had bit his neck.

James, while happy he took care of his wife, desperately needed something hot and wet around his aching cock. He rolled his hips hoping that Hermione's grip would be enough. It wasn't.

Hermione felt James move underneath her. He couldn't be ready to go again that quickly, she thought. She looked up and saw the frustration in James eyes and she knew he hadn't finished. Hermione, quick to remedy her thoughtlessness, pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles and James kicked them away. He moaned as his cock hit the cool air. Hermione slid down the tops of his thighs, then, straddling his left leg, leaned down and licked James leaking head. James' hips rose up off the bed. He was too frustrated, too pent up. He needed his release, now.

His fingers wove into Hermione's thick curls and he pushed himself deeper into her mouth. Hermione groaned as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked the way she knew James liked. While her mouth worked, her hand slid down to lightly skim her nails over his balls. Hearing James whisper her name like a prayer over, and over, made her hot again. If James were conscious of anything other than Hermione's hot wet mouth engulfing his cock, he would have felt Hermione grinding against his leg, looking for another release. Everything was so sensitive, Hermione had no issue coming again once she stuck a free hand down her jeans to mimic James's earlier ministrations.

Hermione, determined to make her husband finish, sucked hard on the head of his cock while dragging her nails down the tops of his thighs. James thrust up into her mouth, releasing. Hermione swallowed. He tasted just as she remembered.

Sirius returned to the kitchen almost as soon as he had left it. Remus looked up from the Prophet with only mild curiosity.

"What happened?" Remus asked glancing sideways at the five Hogwarts students gathered around the table.

"They made up." Sirius replied vaguely sitting back down next to the Marauder. "They'll be down in a few minutes."

Harry, Ron, and Ginny seemed to accept the explanation and the lack of details. The twins however were wearing matching smirks that made their former professor shoot them warning looks.

"I do hope they hurry." Fred stated.

"Yes, it would be a shame if mum came home before they got the chance to eat." George agreed.

"I guess that all depends on how long James can last." Fred added with a smirk. "It has been fourteen years...at least for Hermione it has."

With that Fred dropped his plate on the counter and left the room.

"What's been fourteen years?" Ginny asked innocently.

George's eyes widened as he quickly stood up, dropped his plate next to his twin's, and fled the room. Harry and Ron shifted uncomfortably suddenly losing their appetites. Harry at the thought of his parents doing that, and Ron at the thought of explaining sex to his little sister.

"Why does it matter how long James can last? He meant arguing with Hermione, right?" Ginny asked again. Although she was fourteen and unofficially dating Dean Thomas, she had less than zero experience in all things of a sexual nature. Dean hadn't even properly kissed her yet.

"Yes," Remus answered at the same time Sirius answered "no."

Harry was about to get up and leave, not being able to stand the awkwardness, when the kitchen door opened and in stepped his parents.