A/N: I know I first for me among the chapters, but just wait my pretties on
the development of the plot. I have it all planned out it's just a matter
of typing it up on my word pro that DOES NOT have spell chack that I but
many of you can see............. My apologies if my writing seems a bitty
ratty _ But Don't worry, there's more love coming. So hmmmmm Ron and Luna
are coming along well as Ginny and Harry are going to be. There "moments"
shall be coming within a couple of chapters I hope. Depends on how deep I'm
going into Tonks' baby Marriage. She'll be fine, trust me. She couldn't
have made it this far w/o being tough right? Hermione and Severus a
favorite fo mine I dunno why but it is! They'll have a rocky road, but
it'll be good! Because you don't expect him to fall RIGHT into love, think
of alan rickman -my baby- and imagine him simpering.......... don't think
so, he's cynical so bear with him as he sorts out his feelings. I love you
guys for all the reviews, good and bad, but it makes me a better writer and
I always say, if you don't like it, don't read it! Simple as that! Love you
guys! Cherrio!
Severus sat infront of the fire silently reading the paper when he finally looked up exasperated.
"What?" Hermione looked up at him from in front of the fire where she'd been sitting intently for the past hour.
"I'm worried about Nymphadora. She seemed so distraught when she flooed in." By now Hermione's head rested on Severus' knee.
"Of course, her silly plan blew up in her face." Severus smirked. After a couple hours of seducing Hermione, he had the entire 'baby game' layed out to him. God protect Potter and Weasley. His eyes widened when Hermione pinched his upper inner thigh.
"Shut up. I could pinch higher next time." Hermione chided.
"Or I could just.....kiss you." Cupping her face, Severus dropped a kiss on her smiling mouth.
"I'm a sucker for your kisses." Hermione laughed.
"Let's hope." Pulling her up into his lap, he curled her into his embrace and began reading again.
"I think I might go see Nymphadora." Hermione announced sometime later.
"Alright." Severus continued reading. Turning the page, he paid no heed to Hermione. He stopped reading when her mouth was nibbling on his neck. Raising an eyebrow, he continued reading with a smirk. Soon her tongue swept out against his throat. Swallowing he continued to ignore Hermione. Her hands swept down his chest to pause and flick over his nipples. Severus sighed and flicked his eyes to the next page. Hermione slithered down with her hands disturbing his paper. Severus smirked and straightened the paper. Letting his eyes flicker down to his lover, he saw her fiddling with his belt buckle, contemplating on releasing it. She looked up at Severus and smiled. Unbuckling the belt, she unsnapped his slacks and clasped the zipper pull slowly dragging it down to reveal Severus' black silk boxers. She was presented with an ever ready bulge in the front waiting for her. Releasing him, she held his shaft in her hands feeling it's warmth through her palms. Leaning forward she pressed a kiss to the smooth head. She looked up when she heard Severus clear his throat. Laving her tongue against his head she paused to ask.
"Yes?" Severus tossed the paper aside and hauled Hermione up to straddle his lap. She wore a chemise style nightgown that bunched at her waist. She wore a pair of frilly panties that aggravated Severus due to the keeping of his libido from its prize. Tugging them down, he brought Hermione to slide home onto his manhood. She let out a small exclamation and let her head fall back. Severus' hands clasped Hermione's hips and let her ride him. Blast the paper, he'd become a hermit if it meant being within Hermione for eternity. Pressing his mouth against the colomn of her throat he let her ride him into ecstacy.
Nymphadora sat shellshocked in her new kitchen at Remus' flat. The quiet clank of food being prepared did nothing to dull the actions of the past 24 hours. Looking at the plain glod ring Remus had presented her made her eyes slightly teary. She was married, no longer was she Tonks, but a Lupin. Her husband stood looking at her with a gaze she could only describe as awe. Her impromtu wedding dress felt itchy and annoying to her sensitive skin. In a couple of weeks, the baby would be able to make itself known by kicking. It was an experience - she was told- that one would never forget. Rubbing her stomach lightly, she smiled at Remus. He would be a wonderful father, because he was a wonderful person to begin with.
"Here, I made a bit of pasta with red sauce. I hope you like it, cause I heard some pregnant women can't stand some types of food yet love another kind." He smiled nervously.
"Thank you, and it's potatoes I can't stand now. Could be chips or the crisps, or mashed, anyform I get sick. But I love cheese. Cheese on anything!" Smiling, Nymphadora picked up her fork and dug into the pasta with flourish.
Remus sat across from her with his pasta. He resting his chin in his palm and studied his new wife devouring the pasta he had agonized over for hours while thinking what to eat once he brought her here. Thinking over the near dozen of books he had in his closet - best to hide them before her stuff was moved in- about the diet for the baby, Remus calculated the amount he had given her. The book said to not overfeed the mother due to a baby's movements could upset the stomach if a vast amount of food was in her stomach. But who was he kidding, he was more concerned for the little woman carrying his child! Nymphadora and her straw blonde hair and sparkling eyes that lit up his world like a lamp in a pitch dark room. His little nymph.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Remus was startled out of his thoughts by Nymphadora's quiet question.
"Oh, uh, I don't think so, no. Would you like it?" He gave her a nervous smile. He had butterflies in his stomach like a young boy asking if he could sit next to his puppy love.
"Oh, no, it was quite filling." She gave a sweet smile. "But, I'm awfully tired. I'm ready to retire." Remus swallowed thinking over his next wording.
"Well, I only have one room." He said and then in a rush sputtered out. "But if you'd like em to sleep on the couch out her that's be fine!" He swore he could see Nymphadora stifle a smile.
"No, I fear we've seen eachother well enough that we can sleep in the same room, much less the same bed. If that's what you planned." She gave him a tired smile.
"Oh, yes, yes of course." Remus stood quickly and helped his new bride from her chair and back toward the bedroom. "Um, there's a connecting bath over there. And you can pull out a t-shirt and some of my drawers out of the top drawer in the dresser. I'll let you change." Backing out of the room, Remus sighed as soon as he shut the door. He felt a wreak. He didn't know how he was going to get a wink of sleep with her warm body against his. He got hard thinking about it. Groaning he went to clean up the dishes and then off to his nighttime torture.
Ron and Harry sat side by side as they headed back to their flat from their stakeout location. It had been long, too long, but it was part of the job. It had been cold and unbending in weather conditions, and Harry was finally feeling his fingers thaw out. Ron was asleep with a silly grin on his face. Just a couple more weeks until he could venture to Hogwarts. Smiling, Harry patted his pocket where a solitaire ring sat in a small box. Russian jewlery was definately quality, but Harry was most elated about the finger it was going to fit.
"What are you doing for Christmas?" The question was out of the the blue in the large bed that Hermione and Severus lay in. Propping himself on his elbows as Hermione lay sprawled underneath his frame, he tilted his head.
"Why?" He must be tactful if he was going to escape the holidays he detested so much.
"Because, I might spend it with you, if possible?" The statement was posed as a question. "If your family isn't going to come?" She gave him a hopeful look.
"I haven't spoken to my family in almost twenty years." Severus snipped.
"Oh." Hermione's hands stilled on his back. She looked down. "You must like spending holidays alone." She murmured.
"Usually, but, if you would like to join me." He let the statement hang.
"Of course! I couldn't think of a better place to spend my days. I do come here everyday, in many ways." She gave Severus a wiley smile.
"Yes you do." Pressing a warm kiss to her lips, he settled down beside Hermione and stroked her hair. "I would find the holiday finally enoyable if you joined me this year. Classes let out next week, so we'll be alone. Perhaps we can get our shopping out of the way this week end."
"Of course, love." Turning her face into Severus' neck, Hermione let out a sigh and fell asleep. Severus was frozen, did she just say love? Blinking several times, Severus tried to shake off the emotional word and found it clinging to his heart. Maybe it was his time to experience love, even if it was for the first time. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to a restless sleep.
Remus stared down at the small full sized bed with trepidition. It seemed bigger when ti was just him, but now seemed so small with Nymphadora's small body curled up on one side. Shaking lightly to loosen his muscles and other limbs, Remus slid under the covers to curl against Nymphadora's back. Curling an arm about her bulging midsection, and another under her neck, he leaned his head forward to breathe in the flowery smell of his tiny wife. Pressing hsi lips to the nape of his wife's neck, Remus whispered the three words he'd been dying to say.
"I love you."
Severus sat infront of the fire silently reading the paper when he finally looked up exasperated.
"What?" Hermione looked up at him from in front of the fire where she'd been sitting intently for the past hour.
"I'm worried about Nymphadora. She seemed so distraught when she flooed in." By now Hermione's head rested on Severus' knee.
"Of course, her silly plan blew up in her face." Severus smirked. After a couple hours of seducing Hermione, he had the entire 'baby game' layed out to him. God protect Potter and Weasley. His eyes widened when Hermione pinched his upper inner thigh.
"Shut up. I could pinch higher next time." Hermione chided.
"Or I could just.....kiss you." Cupping her face, Severus dropped a kiss on her smiling mouth.
"I'm a sucker for your kisses." Hermione laughed.
"Let's hope." Pulling her up into his lap, he curled her into his embrace and began reading again.
"I think I might go see Nymphadora." Hermione announced sometime later.
"Alright." Severus continued reading. Turning the page, he paid no heed to Hermione. He stopped reading when her mouth was nibbling on his neck. Raising an eyebrow, he continued reading with a smirk. Soon her tongue swept out against his throat. Swallowing he continued to ignore Hermione. Her hands swept down his chest to pause and flick over his nipples. Severus sighed and flicked his eyes to the next page. Hermione slithered down with her hands disturbing his paper. Severus smirked and straightened the paper. Letting his eyes flicker down to his lover, he saw her fiddling with his belt buckle, contemplating on releasing it. She looked up at Severus and smiled. Unbuckling the belt, she unsnapped his slacks and clasped the zipper pull slowly dragging it down to reveal Severus' black silk boxers. She was presented with an ever ready bulge in the front waiting for her. Releasing him, she held his shaft in her hands feeling it's warmth through her palms. Leaning forward she pressed a kiss to the smooth head. She looked up when she heard Severus clear his throat. Laving her tongue against his head she paused to ask.
"Yes?" Severus tossed the paper aside and hauled Hermione up to straddle his lap. She wore a chemise style nightgown that bunched at her waist. She wore a pair of frilly panties that aggravated Severus due to the keeping of his libido from its prize. Tugging them down, he brought Hermione to slide home onto his manhood. She let out a small exclamation and let her head fall back. Severus' hands clasped Hermione's hips and let her ride him. Blast the paper, he'd become a hermit if it meant being within Hermione for eternity. Pressing his mouth against the colomn of her throat he let her ride him into ecstacy.
Nymphadora sat shellshocked in her new kitchen at Remus' flat. The quiet clank of food being prepared did nothing to dull the actions of the past 24 hours. Looking at the plain glod ring Remus had presented her made her eyes slightly teary. She was married, no longer was she Tonks, but a Lupin. Her husband stood looking at her with a gaze she could only describe as awe. Her impromtu wedding dress felt itchy and annoying to her sensitive skin. In a couple of weeks, the baby would be able to make itself known by kicking. It was an experience - she was told- that one would never forget. Rubbing her stomach lightly, she smiled at Remus. He would be a wonderful father, because he was a wonderful person to begin with.
"Here, I made a bit of pasta with red sauce. I hope you like it, cause I heard some pregnant women can't stand some types of food yet love another kind." He smiled nervously.
"Thank you, and it's potatoes I can't stand now. Could be chips or the crisps, or mashed, anyform I get sick. But I love cheese. Cheese on anything!" Smiling, Nymphadora picked up her fork and dug into the pasta with flourish.
Remus sat across from her with his pasta. He resting his chin in his palm and studied his new wife devouring the pasta he had agonized over for hours while thinking what to eat once he brought her here. Thinking over the near dozen of books he had in his closet - best to hide them before her stuff was moved in- about the diet for the baby, Remus calculated the amount he had given her. The book said to not overfeed the mother due to a baby's movements could upset the stomach if a vast amount of food was in her stomach. But who was he kidding, he was more concerned for the little woman carrying his child! Nymphadora and her straw blonde hair and sparkling eyes that lit up his world like a lamp in a pitch dark room. His little nymph.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Remus was startled out of his thoughts by Nymphadora's quiet question.
"Oh, uh, I don't think so, no. Would you like it?" He gave her a nervous smile. He had butterflies in his stomach like a young boy asking if he could sit next to his puppy love.
"Oh, no, it was quite filling." She gave a sweet smile. "But, I'm awfully tired. I'm ready to retire." Remus swallowed thinking over his next wording.
"Well, I only have one room." He said and then in a rush sputtered out. "But if you'd like em to sleep on the couch out her that's be fine!" He swore he could see Nymphadora stifle a smile.
"No, I fear we've seen eachother well enough that we can sleep in the same room, much less the same bed. If that's what you planned." She gave him a tired smile.
"Oh, yes, yes of course." Remus stood quickly and helped his new bride from her chair and back toward the bedroom. "Um, there's a connecting bath over there. And you can pull out a t-shirt and some of my drawers out of the top drawer in the dresser. I'll let you change." Backing out of the room, Remus sighed as soon as he shut the door. He felt a wreak. He didn't know how he was going to get a wink of sleep with her warm body against his. He got hard thinking about it. Groaning he went to clean up the dishes and then off to his nighttime torture.
Ron and Harry sat side by side as they headed back to their flat from their stakeout location. It had been long, too long, but it was part of the job. It had been cold and unbending in weather conditions, and Harry was finally feeling his fingers thaw out. Ron was asleep with a silly grin on his face. Just a couple more weeks until he could venture to Hogwarts. Smiling, Harry patted his pocket where a solitaire ring sat in a small box. Russian jewlery was definately quality, but Harry was most elated about the finger it was going to fit.
"What are you doing for Christmas?" The question was out of the the blue in the large bed that Hermione and Severus lay in. Propping himself on his elbows as Hermione lay sprawled underneath his frame, he tilted his head.
"Why?" He must be tactful if he was going to escape the holidays he detested so much.
"Because, I might spend it with you, if possible?" The statement was posed as a question. "If your family isn't going to come?" She gave him a hopeful look.
"I haven't spoken to my family in almost twenty years." Severus snipped.
"Oh." Hermione's hands stilled on his back. She looked down. "You must like spending holidays alone." She murmured.
"Usually, but, if you would like to join me." He let the statement hang.
"Of course! I couldn't think of a better place to spend my days. I do come here everyday, in many ways." She gave Severus a wiley smile.
"Yes you do." Pressing a warm kiss to her lips, he settled down beside Hermione and stroked her hair. "I would find the holiday finally enoyable if you joined me this year. Classes let out next week, so we'll be alone. Perhaps we can get our shopping out of the way this week end."
"Of course, love." Turning her face into Severus' neck, Hermione let out a sigh and fell asleep. Severus was frozen, did she just say love? Blinking several times, Severus tried to shake off the emotional word and found it clinging to his heart. Maybe it was his time to experience love, even if it was for the first time. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to a restless sleep.
Remus stared down at the small full sized bed with trepidition. It seemed bigger when ti was just him, but now seemed so small with Nymphadora's small body curled up on one side. Shaking lightly to loosen his muscles and other limbs, Remus slid under the covers to curl against Nymphadora's back. Curling an arm about her bulging midsection, and another under her neck, he leaned his head forward to breathe in the flowery smell of his tiny wife. Pressing hsi lips to the nape of his wife's neck, Remus whispered the three words he'd been dying to say.
"I love you."