A/N: Hey, y'all, I know it's been a long time, I am so sorry. I have no Internet at my house, that, and I've busy. A lot has been going on. So here is the newest chapter of Good Enough. The title comes from Halestorm, if you haven't listen to the newest album, you should, it is amazballs!

I AM THE FIRE

(H.P.O.V.)

"Really?" I looked at the love of my life, "The Xena war cry?" I had to laugh; I had no idea that Bella even knew what Xena was. Bella looked at me like I was crazy, laughing at her. "Sorry, baby, I grew up on Xena, I had no idea that you knew the war cry."

Bella rolled her eyes and walked off. Muttering under her breath, something about me being a bitch, at least that's what I heard. I followed her into the bedroom, stopping in the doorway; she started to undress, slowly. She looked over her shoulder, looking at me with a seductive look.

I walked into the rest of the way into the room, helping her out of the cloths that she still had on, making quick work. We lay down on the bed, kissing passionately. "Baby, I really want you, but I want to try something different there is a spell to make you have male parts that work." I said looking away, embarrassed. "I want to," I don't know why it was so hard to say out loud.

"What do you want, baby?" She asked, making me look into her eyes. "You can tell me, Hermione"

I, um, I want to have your baby." I looked away again.

Bellatrix looked at me shocked. "How long have you been thinking about this?"

"Since before we got together."

We were lying in bed; we tried the spell out, as well as one on me, to make me more fertile. "That was amazing, baby." I sighed in pure bliss. "The best we have ever done." Bella leaned over and kissed me sweetly.

"I'm glad we did this, Mione, I want to see you pregnant. I want to ask you something." She looked me dead in the eyes. "I don't want this child, if you do get pregnant, to be labeled a basted. Hermione Granger, will you be my wife?"

Shocked was not even a good enough word to use when she asked. My mouth was hanging open. "I- you-marriage-what?" I couldn't even form a sentence. My mind and heart were screaming yes, but my mouth wasn't working.

"Should I take that as a no?" She looked disappointed.

"I will marry you!" I screamed at her, jumping on her.