September 1st
Harry watched Hermione cuddle with the baby one more time before she left for the university.
"We'll be fine, love," he said.
"I know, it's just harder to leave than I thought," she replied.
"You'll be gone what…five hours? She'll sleep most of that time," he said.
She sniffed, put the baby back in his arms, and hitched her satchel on her shoulder. "You're right. There's plenty of milk and me, my mum, and Molly are just a ring or owl away," she said.
After she left, he put the baby in the cot next to his desk and sat down to catch up on some work. The baby made a sucking sound but remained asleep. Arwen settled under the cot while Crooks lay down behind the dog and lazily swiped at her tail.
She arrived at the university early to make sure that her lecture hall was ready for class that day, the first year Beings and Creatures Law. She arranged a wedding picture, a picture of the baby, and their latest family portrait on her desk. At the ten minute warning bell, hair band broke, so she went to her office to find another. Her plan to stand at the doors to greet the students was a wash, and there wasn't another hair band to be found. Oh well. Like the summer term students, the class quieted when she strolled to the front of the hall.
"Good morning to all of you. In case any of you don't know, I'm Hermione Potter and I'll be instructing this course, as well as the first and second year Legal Administration course. I don't know how many of you are planning a legal career, or if you're here because this class is part of your curriculum requirement. Regardless, knowledge of the laws governing magical beings and creatures is essential, whatever career course you choose."
She handed a stack of parchment to the nearest student.
"Mr...?" she asked.
"Bellinger, professor."
"Mr. Bellinger, kindly make sure each student gets one of these. Thank you."
She continued talking as the student passed out the parchment. "This is your syllabus. Take note of this parchment, as it is the parchment I require for use in this course. It can be found in the university bookstore, but can also be found at a lower price at some of the shops in Diagon Alley."
"Please read through the syllabus. I don't want to hear about anyone being surprised by any assignment, exam, or presentation. This syllabus also outlines my office hours, grading rubric, and information about extra credit work. I don't foresee any failures in this class. I will present an engaging course of instruction, and I expect an honest effort in return. Any questions? Concerns?"
A witch raised her hand. "What about the text for this class?"
"Miss…?"
"Whitestone, professor."
"Thank you for reminding me, Miss Whitestone. If you would lift up your desk tops, you'll find your texts there."
She waited for all of them to bring them to their desk tops and start flipping through the pages before she spoke.
"I know that many of you are attending this university on scholarship, and that the scholarship pays for tuition only. How many of you are working to pay for books, supplies, and such?"
Half of the class raised their hands.
"Providing this book is one less thing to pay for, consider it on loan until the end of term. Now that the boring stuff is out of the way, we can start. Let's dig into The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."
At the end of class, a young wizard stayed behind to talk.
"Yes, how can I help you, Mr…?" she asked, ushering him into her office.
"Riley, professor."
"Biscuit, Mr. Riley?"
"Uh yeah, thanks."
"Take two," she said and held out the tin.
"Can I speak frankly, professor?" he asked.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," she replied.
"I'm one of the scholarship students and I'm on my own. I work two jobs to let a bed-sit and eat. I live on beans and toast, literally. If I buy that parchment for class, I won't be able to have the toast."
She nodded and took a card from the top drawer of her desk. "Present this card to the university book store. You'll be able to get anything in the book store at no cost, up to ten galleons a week. It's part of a new student assistance fund."
"What's the catch?" he asked.
"No catch, Mr. Riley. Just present the card."
During office hours, three students asked her to sign their chocolate frog cards, one asked her to sign her Hogwarts, A History, and eight others heard from Mr. Riley about the card he got. Those eight left with their own cards.
About the time Hermione was holding office hours, Harry was in the back garden with the baby. Arwen and Crooks were on patrol, making sure nothing entered their territory. An owl arrived, causing Arwen to growl at the intruder.
"Arwen, you're going to have to get used to them," Harry said and took a letter from the bird.
Avalon Property Management and Sales
Mr. Potter:
I believe that I've found the land that suits your needs. The property is ready for your inspection. Feel free to contact me by phone or owl at your convenience.
William Wildwood
Sales Agent
Finally!
For months he had queried over a dozen agencies about a perfect parcel of land on which to build a manor. Not an ordinary house, not a cottage, a manor. A manor that would make all others look like shacks in comparison. In his eyes, she deserved no less. He remembered the comments from their honeymoon…we can have Italian marble floors, impressive sculptures and paintings adorning the foyer and corridors, a swanky tea parlor for the women…and that's what she would get. And more.
"Hey Maddie, feel like taking a little road trip Wednesday? We get to see if it's a good plot of land for mummy's new manor," he said and propelled the little cot into the house.
From the kitchen, he heard the door open and shut.
"Love?" she called.
"In the kitchen," he replied.
Baked chicken, roasted vegetables, freshly-baked bread, and wine were on the dining table.
"Baby's in the library, checked on her ten minutes ago," he said. "So, how did it go today?"
"Better than expected," she said, taking an offered glass of wine.
Should she tell him of the post-partum checkup she had after classes? She was given the green-light to resume "normal marital relations" if she so chose. So yes, the day went better than expected. I'll surprise him tonight…and hopefully the baby will let us have a little intimate time.
After dinner, she bathed and fed the baby, enjoying the quiet time in the nursery. She closed her eyes, hummed, and gently rocked the baby to sleep. Harry leaned against the doorway, committing the precious scene to memory. Hermione sensed him at the door and sent a smile his way.
"She's almost asleep. Go ahead and take your shower, I'll be done soon," she said softly.
He gave both his ladies and gentle kiss and went to their bedroom. When she heard the shower start, she put the sleeping baby in her cot and turned on the monitor. Arwen came into the room and took her usual place under the cot. She stole away to the en-suite and quickly dropped her clothes on the floor. Tonight, clothes left on the floor were of little concern.
He was admittedly a little startled by her sudden appearance- her sudden nude appearance- and his breath caught in his throat. She was mouthwatering. Her full, rounded hips; plump breasts, her hair flowing everywhere it seemed—he was sure that there wasn't a luckier man on the face of the Earth than him at the moment. He was going to have a massive wanking session that night.
"Hand me the flannel, I'll wash your back," she said.
He gave her the flannel and soap and turned around. She wrapped her arms around him and drew him closer.
Yep, a massive wank tonight!
He felt her lips at his ear. "I went to the healer today for my post partum check."
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"No, not a thing. In fact, everything is perfectly right. I was cleared for normal marital relations," she said and nipped his earlobe. "I want a good, hard shagging tonight," she whispered.
He turned in her arms, hitched one of her legs over his hips and drove his cock deep in.
"Romance later," he gasped and started pumping.
"Fine by me," she said when he clutched her bum and drew her into each hurried thrust.
She whimpered in protest when he withdrew and grasped his cock at the base and turned her around.
"Yesss," she hissed when he finger-fucked her arse while stroking his cock.
She thought she couldn't be any more turned on until he put her hands on the shower wall, held them there, and plunged his cock in her arse.
"Fuck!" he growled and slapped sharply against her.
He alternated between slower, deeper strokes and fast, hard ones. He grasped her hips and drew her into his rapid thrusts.
"Coming so hard!" he called out and slapped against her fast and hard as his climax hit.
She felt his face resting against the back of her neck, and his soft kisses among the panting, shuddering breaths. He started kneading her breasts and massaging her aching quim. The shower ran over them a few minutes more before he turned it off. He propelled her to their bed and sat her down, not caring about how wet they were. In all honestly, she didn't care either.
"Lay back," he urged and went to his knees beside the bed.
Without preamble, he spread her legs and started a furious oral assault. She writhed, gasped, and swore her appreciation of the work his mouth was doing. It only took minutes for her to reach a screeching climax, then a few more seconds for Maddie's "change my nappy now!" cry to sound on the baby monitor on the bedside table.
The next morning, Hermione woke to her alarm clock and the sight of Harry sweeping into the bedroom with breakfast on a tray. He set it on the bed with a wink and left the room just as quickly. He returned half a minute later with Maddie and a bottle.
"We're all having breakfast together this morning," he said and gave the baby a bottle.
"Eat up," he urged and nodded to the tray.
She nodded sleepily and picked up a piece of toast.
"What do you have planned today?" he asked.
"Katie wanted to meet with me today, and then I was going to stop in my parent's clinic and make an appointment. I have a very sore tooth," she replied.
"Is everything all right with Katie?" he asked.
"She says she has some plans and that she'd like to bounce some ideas off me."
"Oh dear, it appears that you have a cavity," Grace said and made some marks in Hermione's care file.
"Me? A cavity?"
"Well pumpkin, dental care is often overlooked during pregnancy, I see it all the time. But have no fear, I'll do a filling tonight, we're all booked during the day. Now, I have about fifteen minutes left for lunch, and I intend to spend them cuddling with my adorable grand-daughter."
"You'll have to pry her from dad's clutches first."
