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Diary of a Frustrated Wife by Yawning
Chapter 8
"Oh Merlin! No, no it's okay. It's just nine pounds." Molly told herself over and over again. At
five months, she was perfectly round, her breast the size of small melons. As thrilled as she was
with her pregnancy, the weight gain was still a huge emotional hurdle to deal with. After
agonizing for months trying to lose weight, she was back were she started-only fatter.
And although she said it wouldn't bother her, she knew she was a BIG FAT LIAR!
Alarm bells rang loudly in Arthur's head as he watched his wife stare at herself in the bedroom mirror. Her thin, white nightie clung to her like second skin, showing off the sweet roundness of her belly and breasts. He thought she looked even more sexy and voluptuous than before. Moody enough as is, he did not want to be caught in the crossfire if he said so much as the wrong thing about her weight.
Danger! Danger! Danger! Plan A would have to be initiated for his protection.
Quietly walking behind her, he wrapped his arms around her curvaceous figure. Kissing the top of her soft red mane, his palms tenderly massaged her shoulders, relieving tension. The calming feeling that came over Molly instantly disappeared when he turned her around in his arms and leaned down to kiss her lips.
"Trying to distract me, Arthur?" Molly breathlessly questioned, pulling her lips from his.
"Yes. Is it working?" he asked, leaning down to nuzzle and place little bites around her chin and neck. His fingers played over her throat and she closed her eyes, her chin arched to give him full access.
"Yes. Clever man." she grinned. His hand moved lower, touching her collarbone, sliding, gliding down...it paused, fingers splayed, just above the soft swell of her breasts. She gasped as he grazed the top of her breasts lightly, his fingers stroking the side of one breast, his thumb sweeping back and forth.
"Molly, you are so bloody sexy." he murmured
Smiling sensually, Molly grasped the straps of her gown. His lustful gaze followed the satin straps as they fell away from her shoulders, down her waist to pull around her ankles. Leaving her completely naked for his view. His large erection tenting his navy blue pajama bottoms showed his approval. Reverently, he touched each breast, his tongue darting out, fluttering over one swollen nipple. With his tongue he began a slow, erotic teasing, pulling her nipple into his mouth again and again to suckle hard.
"Ah! Arthur. More, please more." Molly cried out, throwing her head back, clutching his naked back into her hands, digging her nails in. She was overcome with pleasure and was lost in the throes of passion.
His hands drifted languorously down her body, the fullness of hip, the soft curve of her belly. Then he was touching her damp, hot flesh, stroking the glistening wet lips, rubbing gently back and forth. She whimpered, gripping fistful of his short, red hair.
"Bed." Arthur groaned, pulling his mouth reluctantly away from her full breasts. He guided her back to the unmade bed and gently helped her sit on the edge. Her slightly bulging stomach prevented him from laying his full weight ontop of her, but they had their methods.
Spreading her legs brazenly, his palms moved beneath her, closed over her buttocks, lifting her. Molly jerked feeling his breath, warm and moist as he nuzzled and kissed her swollen pink flesh. She writhed on the sheets while his tongue licked her slick recesses. Taking her wet bud into his mouth, he sucked hard and Molly exploded, crying out loudly. His tongue urgently thrust inside her, shattering her mind and control. Lapping away at her moist juices, fingers soon joined his voracious tongue as his nimble fingers slipped down the thick, slick folds of flesh. Entering her wetness over and over, he continued thrusting relentlessly, dominating her flesh.
"Please." Molly crooned, her hips arching in tune with his hands and mouth. He refused to let up on the loving, intent on making the most of their pleasure. She arched violently moments later, crying out his name, and he felt the hard contractions against his face.
Watching her find completion aroused him to painful proportions. Her beautiful cherry cheeked face, full pouty lips was too much for him to stand much longer. Licking away her essence from his lips, he reached down and slid off his pajama bottoms, kicking them away.
Her breath hitched seeing his manhood standing tall, hard and proud for her appraisal. No matter how many times they made love, it was always an exciting, flattering sight. Molly leaning heavily on one elbow, reached out and wrapped her hand around his stiff penis. He caught her up, kissing her wildly. She skillfully stroked up and down his thick length, hard and fast, reveling in his groans. She smoothed her thumb over the slit at the top of his penis, spreading the drops of precum over the red, pulsing head. He arched, thrusting hard into her hand, knowing he was close to losing it if he didn't enter her soon.
"Baby, open for me." Arthur begged, maneuvering her legs wider as he bent his right leg on the corner of the bed and stood in position. Rubbing the head of his penis over her slick lips, he teased her soaked curls, her swollen jewel. Molly's head fell back as she clenched her teeth. It was almost too much. Clutching her pillowcase, Molly shuddered at the full sensation of Arthur gently entering her wetness.
With slow, precise, even strokes, he moved in a steady rhythm. Arthur arched his taunt back, surging deeper and deeper into his wifes tight heat. Plunging savagely, she met him savagely. Sweat slicked down his broad back. Panting, they rocked violently together, the headboard shaking and slamming repeatedly against the wall. Molly clutched her breast in her hands as she jerked back and forth under Arthur's continuous pounding. Trembling, she cried as a wet heat filled her, tightening inside her, swelling her.
"Ahhh!" Molly huskily voiced, inner muscles clenching tightly over his straining manhood, squeezing and convulsing as she came. Grasping her hips firmly, he rammed into her hard and fast. A second later, unable to hold back, he stiffened as his own climax came over him. Shuddering, he pumped out his essence with a raw sounding shout.
Flopping down beside her on the damp sheets, he gave her a long, lingering kiss. In the aftermath, the couple lay breathless and very satisfied.
"If that's how you plan to distract me from now on, you have my thanks." Molly giggled.
"Believe me, it's my pleasure." Arthur huskily answered, kissing the damp skin of her neck. Minutes later, he was asleep. Molly smiled as she lovingly stroked his thin, red air.
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Molly and Arthur enjoyed a quiet weekend home alone, just the two of them. The quietness was something they weren't use to, but knew they should enjoy it while it lasted. After turning Bill's old room into the new nursery, they were set. New and old toys, clothing and furniture decorated the freshly painted nursery. And after arguing for a week over the color, a soft lavender was chosen. They couldn't wait to show it off to the kids.
Sipping a glass pumpkin juice, Molly sat on the couch watching a strange muggle television show were they spun a large wheel, solved puzzles and won prizes. Arthur gently rubbed her aching, slightly swollen feet while she rested them in his lap.
"Ahh! Now I remember why I married you." Molly happily moaned as he applied pressure to her right heel. He chuckled in reply.
A sharp, loud crack sounded and the couple turned their heads in the direction of the sound. And both gasped in quiet disbelief.
Lucius Malfoy! A known Death Eater in his home!It was unheard of. Arthur hackles rose just at
the sight of him and he reached for his wand, in fear for their lives. Standing protectively in front
of his mate, he pointed his wand aggressively.
His pale, cold gray eyes roved over Molly's pale face before he turned his smug face to Arthur.
"My goodness, how right I was. What a dump. I can't believe you stomach living in this hovel." Lucius commented, his eyes looking disdainfully around the cluttered family room. Wearing his typical creepy grin, the coal black robes he wore and pants underneath, made him seem demonic.
"What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy? No fellow Death Eater's here to back you up?" Arthur hissed angrily. He'd cheerfully kill the bastard if he so much as made a move toward Molly. Feeling Molly clutch the back of his green jumper, he was further enraged because she was pregnant and currently defenseless.
Smirking, Lucius brought his chilling eyes back to the couple in front of him. Looking pass Arthur, he stared boldly at Molly. Flush faced but pretty in a gray maternity dress, she still looked appetizing. Reading fear and anger in her eyes, he chuckled.
*Good, be afraid. Your pitiful husband won't be able to protect you for long. I'll rid the world of your useless brood and mate and make you mine. You'd make a nice sex slave.*
"Calm yourself, Weasley. I've come baring gifts. I was surprised to hear of your newest bundle of joy and I thought I'd send you a nice gift for your baby." Lucius sneered, gesturing to the elaborately wrapped box he was holding in his right hand. Medium in size, as big as a shoe box, the gift was wrapped in gold looking paper. And knowing it came from a Malfoy, it probably was real gold.
"We don't want or need anything from you, Malfoy." Molly spoke up, standing up from the couch to stand by her husband. Arthur tried to push her in back of him, but she shook her head. If Malfoy tried anything, she would stand faithfully by her husbands side.
"How rude. I'm hurt by that Molly, but then what can you expect from a woman living like a barbarian." Lucius drawled, eyes gleaming as he watched Arthur strain himself from not coming over and hitting him.
Oh, Arthur would have loved nothing better than to hex the bastards balls off or punch in his face, but he refused to leave his wifes side for a minute with Malfoy there.
"Nonetheless, this gift is for you. Before you toss it away, I'm sure, I'll let you know it's a babies rattle. A golden, ruby encrusted rattle like the one Narcissa insisted Draco have. Hm, funny. That rattles worth more than you earn in a year." He went on to say, placing the box on a nearby wooden table, running his eyes over the room once more and shaking his head.
"You've delivered your gift, now get out!" Arthur growled, his hand never wavering while he pointed the wand straight at Malfoy's heart.
"Enjoy your present, Molly." Lucius smirked, tipping his head toward her.
Crack! He Disapparated right before their eyes.
Molly helplessly stood there as the monster left and Arthur cursed a blue streak. Whatever Malfoy was playing at didn't bode well. Turning her eyes to the box, all she knew was she wanted it away from her home and quickly.
"I'll dispose of it." she said, walking to pick it up. Arthur grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
"No! I don't want you anywhere near anything of his. I'll get rid of it." he replied. Cautiously, he waved his wand, not crazy enough to lay his hand on it.
While Arthur got rid of the gift, Molly worried. Why would Malfoy bother to come here? He hated them, thought they were low class trash. So what the hell was he up to? Just the thought of that creature easily coming into their home! She became seriously worried for Arthur, for her children. Malfoy and Arthur's hatred ran deep and now she was afraid Malfoy was plotting to finally end the feud permanently.
When he came back into the room, he saw Molly almost in tears, a deep frown etched on her brow. He cursed Malfoy for ruining the mood from an earlier, wonderfully relaxed day. Gathering her close, he rubbed her back, trying to calm her.
"It'll be all right, Mol. I promise." he whispered, silently praying it was true.
"Be careful, please. Watch your back constantly. I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you!" Molly sniffed, fighting not to cry and rage at the world, at Malfoy.
"You won't. The same goes for you Molly. I don't trust the way he was looking at you. Not by a long shot." he said. No, he was more worried for Molly's safety than anything. Malfoy wanted his wife, he was sure of it now. He had to protect her and their unborn baby no matter the cost.
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The next day a large spotted brown owl delivering mail flew through the Great Hall, as Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny settled down for dinner. It circled the Gryffindor table twice before landing next to Ron's cup of pumpkin juice, nearly knocking it over. Untying the message from its leg, Ron opened it and started to read a loud as Hermione gave the owl a piece of her bread. It gratefully ate away, as she gently stroked its head, before taking flight and disappearing.
Dear Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione,
All is well here and we miss you kids terribly. We look forward to seeing you
soon in the coming weeks to celebrate Ginny's birthday. Just to let you know ahead
of time, we've added a special ward to the house to prevent anyone except family or
friends from entering. You know in this day and age, can't be too careful. Stay safe and
for Merlin's sake, please stay out of trouble! That means all of you!
Love Mum and Dad.
"Wow, they're on to you, Ron." Ginny smirked across the table at her brother. Hermione and
she shared a laugh at his expense as he grumbled at them, licking his tongue out.
Harry gave a small smile, but inwardly he was concerned. The Weasley had never used wards before to safeguard their home. Why now? And why use a different owl than the one they normally used? Something just didn't feel right to him.
He kept his musing to himself as the group of friends finished up their meal. Hermione and Ron claimed they were off to go 'study', although Ron's ears were red when he said it. Harry tried hard to keep a straight face.
"Is that what the kids are calling it nowadays? Studying?" Ginny questioned, winking her eyes at a blushing Hermione and a stammering Ron.
"Hey, Harry? Want to go 'study' with me?" Ginny asked, wrapping her arms around his hips and batting her eyelashes. Harry furiously blushed, looking at Ron's crimson face while he tried to get away. He did not want to be known as The Boy Who Was Killed By His Bestfriend.
"Let him go, Gin." Ron warned, frowning at the two.
"Nope. Gotta go study now." Ginny replied. Laughing, she playfully dragging Harry out of the Great Hall.
"Hey, wait a minute! Get back here! Ginny!" Ron yelled. Soon Ron was chasing after them and all Hermione could do was shake her head in amusement and dismay.
Okay, how was that? Did it end pleasant enough? Wanted to end this chapter on a nice
light note. Thanks again for the reviews and constructive criticism. Much appreciated.