Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter, or it's characters, this is merely a work of fanfiction.

A/N:Warning!This chapter starts out with smut.

A/N #2: These are just little snippets of their future. It's not really meant to be comprehensive. I've kind of run out of inspiration for this pair for the time being, but I wanted to give you what I had for this part. I hope y'all enjoy.

Kingsley waded through a sea of shopping bags with a small smile on his face. He took off his cloak as he navigated his way through the room, throwing it on the bed as he went.

He paused in the doorway to the closet. Gowns and heels were everywhere, and standing in the middle of all the chaos was his wife. She stood with her back to him, in front of a floor length mirror, wearing a black lace lingerie set. She was tugging at the top of a pair of black thigh high stockings.

"Did you enjoy spending our money today?" He asked with a smirk.

Henrietta turned to smile over her shoulder, "Very much."

"Good."

Kingsley stalked towards her, and Henrietta felt her heart speed up in response. Henrietta was once again struck by how powerful he looked, how God-like. He didn't give her time to dwell on it though.

He picked her up by the back of her thighs. His thumb stroked at the edge of her stockings, as he carried her towards the bed. He weaved through the shopping bags carefully, kissing Etta's neck as he went. He set her down on the edge of the bed, and watched her eyes light with want as he took off his robes.

"I'm getting questions at work."

"What about?" Henrietta asked, trying to resist the urge to rub her thighs together.

"People want to know what name you'll go by."

Henrietta's patience had worn out. She pushed herself up, and pressed her lips to Kingsley's abs, running her tongue up them. She pulled at the buckle of his belt, as she looked up into his eyes.

"If I can spend your money, and bear your children, I can bear your name, can't I?"

There was that fire in his eyes, burning through Henrietta in the most pleasant way. He picked her back up, pushing her against one of the four poster's of their bed. He kissed her and Henrietta was lost once again to the flames. She gasped as she became aware of the rest of their clothes disappearing.

"Did you do that wandlessly and silently?"

"I did."

Henrietta pulled him back to her. His magical power only made him more attractive. It always had. She squirmed, wiggling her hips, so she could get down to where she wanted. Kingsley sucked in a breath at the movement.

He laid her down, and climbed over her, kissing up the length of her skin. He paused to take a nipple into his mouth. Henrietta gasped as it set her nerves alight, making her want him even more. Kingsley considered his pursuit up her body, kissing a sensitive spot on her neck.

He moved her hair away from her ear, so he could whisper in it. He sank one finger into her soaking wet core, and began to move it, as his thumb moved over her clit, making her body burn.

"Lady Shacklebolt- The Woman Who Conquered- so submissive, so responsive, such a good girl. But just for me. Isn't that right Etta?"

Henrietta could barely speak. She nodded her head frantically. His words were driving her insane.

"Kings, please."

He chuckled at her, shifting his weight so he could align himself with her core.

"Open your eyes, Etta."

Her green eyes opened, to look into his dark brown gaze.

"Do you want to try for an Heir again?"

She nodded, pulling on his shoulders, angling her hips up towards him.

"Please Kings."

He smiled and kept her gaze as he sank into her. She took him easier this time. This was home. Magic against magic, skin against skin. He moved slowly, watching Henrietta's face as he thrusted deeply into her. His thumb moved over her clit as he worked. Etta's eyes fluttered closed of their own volition.

She had been thinking of him all afternoon, and it wasn't long before the thrusts of Kingsley's hips, and the movements of his thumb, had her clenching around his cock. Kingsley tensed just a second after, spilling inside of her.

He kissed her temple, and pulled out of her, pulling her to lay against him. Henrietta placed one leg over his, and a hand on his chest. She traced a finger over his abs contentedly, as he stroked up and down her back.

"Do you want to go to my family manor this weekend?" Kingsley asked. "We're clearly going to need a bigger closet."

"I got a little excited," Henrietta giggled. "Some of it's for you, in my defense."

Kingsley dropped a kiss on her hair, "I'm just glad you're happy. You deserve it, Etta. I know those Muggles were shite. By the time I had any clue what they were doing, it was too late to do anything. The Auror department never would have left a magical child with guardians like that. I don't know what Dumbeldore was thinking."

"Ah, Dumbles. Well he has practically unlimited power, and I had no one to care what happened to me. Not even Remus tried to fight for me. They all just trusted him."

"Did you just call him Dumbles?!" Kingsley asked incredulously.

"Yeah," Henrietta chuckled. "The name Dumbledore sounds noble. I don't really think he deserves to sound noble. Maybe one day I'll forgive him, but not now."

Kinglsey held her a bit tighter, "That's fair. I love you Etta."

"I love you too Kings."

"This place is beautiful," Henrietta complimented.

Kingsley held her hand as he led her around Shacklebolt Manor. It was like something out of a Jane Austen movies her aunt used to watch. Every room was impeccably decorated, though much of the furniture and paintings were covered with white sheets.

"My mother loved to decorate," he told her absently, as he pulled a white sheet off a painting. It was a regal looking man, in gold embroidered robes. The portrait seemed to stir to life, and blinked, looking between the two of them.

"This is my father, Lord Adanech Shacklebolt."

"You look just like him," Henrietta noted. The portrait smiled, that same easy smile that Kingsley wore even in the darkest of times. Kingley slipped his hand into hers.

"He was killed during the first war, defending Diagon Alley from a Death Eater attack. My mother passed away a week later. I was still in Hogwarts."

"What happened to your mother?" Henrietta asked carefully.

Kingsley shrugged sadly, "The Healers said she died of a broken heart. It's not that uncommon for people who have been married a long time. They'd been in love their entire lives. They grew up in the same magical village. They played together as children. I think a life without him was just too much for her."

Henrietta squeezed Kinglsey's hand, and stepped closer to him. This home was so full of love, so full of potential. She could just see little children running through the halls.

"We should move here. It feels right. Doesn't it?"

Kingsley wrapped his arms around Henrietta and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"It does."

Henrietta stood to the side of the podium as Kingsely made his announcement. The room was silent except for the scrawling of quills against parchment. No one wanted to miss a single point of his speech.

Henrietta kept her eyes on the crowd, the doorway, the movements of everyone therein. She had a tight grip on the Elder Wand in her pocket.

Did she trust the Auror's to protect Kingsley? Sure, in theory.

Did she believe she was more powerful, and quicker than them? Absolutely.

She wouldn't lose Kingsley. Not now. His speech came to an end and reporters began to ask questions.

"Is this why you were bonded so suddenly?" A reporter asked. Kingsley gave him a small smile.

"Lady Shacklebolt and I would have been bonded either way. We encourage other's to do the same, so that a Marriage Law won't be necessary."

"Will you and your wife be trying for a child?"

Henrietta would recognize that grating tone anywhere. It was Rita Skeeter. Kingsley looked to Henrietta, as if for permission. The nation was watching them, as it always was. Henrietta nodded her head minutely.

"We are. We're hopeful that the magical community will follow our lead."

"Will you tell the public when she is pregnant? Don't you think you owe it to the people, to let them know, since you are asking so much of them?!"

Henrietta bit her tongue. She wished with all of her might that Hermione had never let Skeeter out of that jar. Only she would be so rude as to ask such a question. It was already an incredibly personal matter made public. Even the other reporters were looking between the Minister and Miss Skeeter nervously.

Kingsley looked calm, but Henrietta could feel his anger through their bond. She stepped towards the podium, and Kingsley moved so she could speak. She ignored Rita, focusing her attention on the reporters who were always fair, and kind.

"Minister Shacklebolt and I have devoted our lives to public service. When the time comes, we will let the public know, so they may share in our joy. I expect that there will be much to celebrate in the coming year- weddings, pregnancies, births, birthdays, anniversaries, graduations. These are the things that we fought so hard for. Support each other, be happy."

Applause broke out, and Henrietta stepped back with a small smile in Kingsely's direction.

The next few days passed quickly. Henrietta focused on packing up Grimmauld Place, and Kingsley's small flat, though the work was made much easier by magic. Still, there were decisions to be made, and letters to be written.

Kreacher did not particularly like the idea of relocating. He grumbled and pouted until Henrietta assured him she would renovate Grimmauld Place, restoring it to a state of glory that hadn't been seen in decades. That seemed to cheer him up.

She was just directing the last of her gowns into an open trunk when Kingsley entered the room, uncharacteristically early in the day. Henrietta sat down on the edge of the bed as he strode towards her.

"Is something wrong, Kings?"

He stopped in front of her, that radiant smile on his face, and took his wand from his robes.

"Quite the opposite, love. It's been two weeks since our bonding."

"Ah, you want to do the test?"

"Yes please."

He was so excited, Henrietta couldn't help but indulge him. She laid back on the bed, and watched as Kingsley said the incantation to detect a pregnancy over her. Gold sparks shot from the end of his wand. Henrietta couldn't help but gasp.

"You're pregnant," Kingsley announced.

"I'm pregnant?"

Kingsley laid down next to her, and pushed up her blouse. He placed kisses on her stomach, and nuzzled his nose against her skin.

"You're pregnant, love."

Henrietta laid back, and let her eyes close, as she felt joy overwhelm her. This felt like the beginning of her life. It was her decision, her and Kingsley's. She felt Kingsley's wiping away her tears. She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't even realize she was crying.

"Etta, are you alright?"

She opened her eyes. Kingsley was staring down at her, concern in his beautiful eyes.

"I'm thrilled. It's perfect. Our marriage, this baby, is one of the first things I've ever done for myself, without someone manipulating my life. I came to you because I loved you. We made a baby together. We're going to raise our children in your family home. Our love is pure."

Kingsley pulled her into his arms, allowing her to lay on his chest.

"This is your life now, Etta. It can be whatever you want."

"Kings I've done it!" Fred announced, striding into the Minister's office.

He spun on his heel at the sight in front of him, facing the door awkwardly. He heard the sound of rustling fabric, zipper's closing, and the clack of heels against marble. Henrietta smacked him against the back of his head, and he turned around with a roguish grin.

"I feel compelled to tell you, if you're trying to get pregnant, you're doing that all wrong."

Henrietta wiped at the corner of her mouth as she rolled her eyes.

"Not everything has to be about babies, that was just for fun."

"As traumatizing an experience as this has been, what exactly have you done?" Kingsley asked.

"Right you are, Kings. Your debauchery got me off topic. Anyways, Angelina and I bonded two nights ago!"

He wiggled his hand in front of their faces, showing off a golden band.

"Congratulations," Kingsley chimed, patting him on the back.

"Yeah well, Mum's gonna kill me for not letting her throw us some big party, but it just seems pointless. We can throw a party this summer, when everyone is home from Hogwarts."

"Right, well back to your blushing bride then, I'm sure she misses you." Henrietta shooed.

"Use a locking charm next time," Fred yelled over his shoulder as he left the office. Kingsley gave his secretary a stern look.

"Please, at least have him knock next time."

Kingsley looked across his desk at Tonks.

"Look, I know Remus had some concerns about Etta and I, when we first got married. I need to know, can I trust you?"

"Of course you can, Kings. He's just mad at himself. He wishes he was there more for her, when she was a child. I don't think it had occurred to him that she was grown up yet. He regrets his own inaction so much."

Kingsley nodded, "Right, well we need to put it behind us. What I'm going to tell you doesn't leave this room. Etta is pregnant."

Tonks squealed in excitement, and bounced in her chair.

"Kings, that's so exciting!"

"It is. We're telling the public this week. The second that magazine comes out, I want an Auror with her whenever she's in public. We have many know a witch's magic can be unstable when pregnant. I won't risk someone sneaking up on her."

Tonks nodded, "Of course Kings. She's not going to like it, though. Have you talked to her about it?"

"I have. She doesn't like it, but she's agreed it's necessary for the safety of our child. "

"Alright then, I'll organize a security detail."

Henrietta stood on Platform 9 ¾ waiting impatiently for Ron and Hermione. Auror's surrounded her at four points, though she insisted she didn't need them. Kingsley was taking no chances now that she was pregnant.

Hermione saw her and made a run for her. She stopped just before she got to her, and looked cautiously at Henrietta's little bump.

"It's okay! Give me a hug!"

Hermione closed the small distance between them, and pulled Henrietta into a hug.

"I didn't realize how much I missed you until this moment," Henrietta whispered. Hermione chuckled, tears springing to her eyes. It was so good to be back together.

"I know what you mean. Your husband has created quite a stir at Hogwarts. Students getting engaged left, right, and center. The professor's turn their backs for a few minutes, and another pair of Seventh Years has bonded."

Henrietta couldn't contain her smile, "Good. They should be happy, and speaking of happy, look at your ring!"

It was huge, a much bigger ring than she thought Ron could afford, even with their reward from the Ministry. Hermione blushed and ducked her head. Ron came out of the crowd then, carrying Crookshanks. But wait, was that Draco Malfoy with him?

When they reached them, Draco took Crookshanks from Ron and put an arm around Hermione.

"Hello Lady Shacklebolt," he greeted with a smile. Lavender Brown came out of the crowd then. She gave Henrietta a curtsy, kissed Ron on the cheek, and rushed off to hug her parents. Henreietta watched it all with wide, confused eyes. Tonks looked like she was trying to repress the urge to burst out in laughter.

"I'm very confused," Henrietta admitted, looking between Ron and Hermione. "I thought you two were dating."

Ron flushed a bright red, and ran his hand over his neck nervously.

"Well actually Etta, we broke up about a week after we got back to Hogwarts."

"Why didn't you tell me?!" Henrietta whispered.

"You were taking your seat in the Wizengamot, and then you got bonded, and then you were pregnant practically overnight! I didn't want to worry you! It's really not good for the baby!"

Henrietta crossed her arms and pouted. Ron laughed at her, a rich full laugh that Henrietta couldn't help but smile at. He'd always been able to cheer her up easily. She shoved at his arm playfully.

"C'mon Etta. We're happier this way. They're actually pretty good together, as surprising as that is. The ferret's good for her. He makes her relax, and I'm happier with Lav!"

Henrietta tilted her head to the side as she considered the matches. Lavender was annoying when she and Ron were dating in Sixth Year, but the War had changed everyone. For Merlin's sake, Lavender was a werewolf now.

"Alright then."

She turned her gaze to Draco. She dropped her voice to a mere whisper, "I'll kill you if you hurt her. Literally. You'll be nothing compared to Voldemort."

Draco just smirked at her, "I'd expect nothing less."

Henrietta smiled brightly, "Lovely. Now let's go. Shacklebolt Manor awaits us."

"So you're due in July?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, the last week, but we're keeping that to ourselves. I'll probably spend the last month here, for security reasons. You're welcome to stay here this summer as well if you wish, or you could stay in Grimmauld Place. It will be empty, and the renovations should be done by then. Will you bond after graduation?"

"We think so. Draco's gone to talk to his mother. She's bound to have opinions about when she'd like it to be, and since we can't recover my parent's memories…"

Henrietta reached out a hand, to squeeze Hermione's consolingly.

"I'm sorry Hermione. I really am."

"I know, Etta. It's not your fault."

Henreietta looked down at her newborn. Heiress Zala Henrietta Shacklebolt was a beautiful little girl. She had her father's dark brown skin and happy smile, and her mother's startling green eyes.

"You did so well Etta," Kingsley praised.

Henrietta smiled sleepily at her husband. As soon as she was done nursing Zala, she was handing her over to her father, so Etta could take a nap. She was exhausted.

"I love you Kings."

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead as he took Zala from her arms.

"I love you too Etta."

Henrietta walked into her husband's office, ready to have a fight. Her anger was quelled at the sight in front of her, however. Her husband was sitting on the floor of the Minister's office, a plastic tiara on his head. The floor was covered in crayons, and coloring papers. Zala rushed towards her and wrapped her little arms around her legs.

"Mommy!"

Henrietta scooped her up, and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Kingsley, can you explain to me why I went to pick up Zala from Malfoy Manor, and she wasn't there?"

"I got sick!" Zala chanted happily.

"You got sick"

Kingsley shook his head, "You know how her stomach gets when she's had too much sugar. Draco gave her and Scorpius Chocolate Frogs. He didn't know what would happen. Still, I thought it would be best to pick her up."

"You could have sent for me," Henrietta protested weakly.

"This is the first day you've taken to yourself in months. I wouldn't do that to you."

Henrietta smile gratefully.