'World's biggest prat.'

'Ha, no kidding.'

'I told you he was trouble.'

'Shut up, Tony.'

Kit laughed, and Harry saw her raise the cigarette to her lips.

'What do you think you're doing?'

The three people sitting on the hood looked around at him.

'Smoking,' Kit and Julia said simultaneously.

Harry frowned. 'Kit, you have a child.'

'Who I should've got rid of, apparently,' Kit retorted coldly. 'Is he still in there?'

'He went upstairs,' Harry said softly, crossing his arms. 'You can come back in.'

'I'm coming, too,' Tony piped up, standing as Julia stepped on the butt of the cigarette.

Harry shrugged, smiling. 'Good to see you again, Tony.'

Tony grinned back, his brown hair shaggier than the last time the two had met. 'It's good to se you too, Harry,' he said, following them into the house. 'It's been, what, 3 years?'

'Almost four,' Kit corrected him as Nate came running out of the living room.

'Mummy! You came back!'

Kit beamed, picking him up. 'Of course I came back!'

Nate wrapped his arms around his mother's neck, burying his nose in her collar. 'You scared me,' he said smally as the others went into the living room.

'I didn't mean to,' Kit said softly, kissing the top of his head. 'I won't yell anymore, okay?'

'Okay.'

'Oh, Tony!' Petunia exclaimed, as she stood beside Kit and looked into the living room. "Would you like some dessert as well?'

'Sure, Mrs Dursley, that would be great,' Tony smiled, his brilliant smile causing her to blush slightly.

Petunia went back into the kitchen as Julia and Kit grinned in spite of them selves. Kit followed her, Nate still in her arms as Harry and Tony began to catch up. Petunia looked up as Kit sat Nate down in a chair and began to pile the dishes.

'I'm sorry about yelling like that,' Kit apologized softly, her back turned to Petunia. 'It was extremely rude of me after you had invited us here for –'

'I don't blame you,' Petunia interrupted, taking the dirty dishes from her. 'I would have done the same thing if I was in your place.'

Kit sighed. 'But it's just –'

'Sit down,' Petunia said, putting on the kettle. 'I'll make you some tea.'

'Oh, you don't have to,' Kit said quickly, but sitting down all the same. Silence fell between them as Nate slid quietly out of his seat and scampered into the living room.

'He looks just like Harry did,' Petunia said softly, filling the dishwasher.

Kit nodded, and then burst out softly. 'It's just so hard!'

Petunia didn't answer. She continued cleaning, but at a slower pace, and her face was concentrated. Kit went on.

'I mean, I have to put up with comments like that behind my back. It's never bothered me or made me retort until tonight. Well,' she laughed softly, 'unless you count me blowing up on Mrs Weasley for telling me I was crazy, but that was when we were on our way to the hospital.' She paused as the kettle whistled. 'And Dudley was right; we did throw away our youths. But look what we created! I mean, it feels so good, but so bad. You know?'

Petunia nodded slowly, pushing a cup of tea into Kit's hands.

Kit shook her head. 'No, you don't. You never got in a situation like this when you were sixteen. If you did you wouldn't have given us all the cold shoulder for three years.'

'I'm sorry about that,' Petunia said softly, now scrubbing a pot in the sink. 'I was just – uncomfortable.'

'Because you thought we should have got rid of him,' Kit said quietly.

'Because I thought you were brave. I never thought I could face you two again,' Petunia whispered. 'I am one that believes in abortion, yes,' she continued, her scrubbing ceased, 'but I think you did the right thing.'

Kit looked at her confused. 'What are you saying?'

Petunia didn't turn around, but stared out the dark window. 'By believing in abortion I think every now and then that I did the wrong thing. Sometimes I wish I had never got rid of that baby.' She paused, and Kit lowered her gaze to the mug of cooling tea. 'I was scared. You know how it is. Sixteen and I had two years of school ahead of me. I was too afraid of what I would do, what people would say.' She turned and looked at Kit. 'I admire you for doing what you did and coming this far.'

'Thank you,' Kit said softly, unable to look up.

Petunia simply began cutting the dessert. Draining her tea, Kit took out plates and began giving out pieces to the others in the living room.

As they drove away from Number Four, Harry looked sideways at Kit. Her hair was slightly tousled and she was gazing out the window. Nate was already falling asleep in the backseat, and the only music was that of the road beneath them.

'Why are you so quiet?'

Kit merely sighed, shrugging. 'I'm kind of tired.'

Harry nodded. 'What did you and Petunia talk about in the kitchen?'

Kit gave a wry smile. 'Girl stuff. I kind of respect her now. And I understand where she's coming from in regards to our situation.'

'Sophisticated,' Harry commented, grinning. 'Mind elaborating?'

Kit shot him a look. 'Girl stuff means no boys. Don't ask again.'

'Yes, dear,' he smiled. 'Is our son asleep?'

Kit turned in her seat to look at Nate. 'Yeah.'

'Hopefully he'll stay that way.'

Kit looked back to Harry, a confused look in her golden eyes. 'What do you mean?'

'Oh, nothing,' he sighed, his eyes not leaving the road. 'I guess I just want to be with you again.'

'But your birthday –'

'Was a quickie,' Harry said, somewhat apologetically. 'I want to – to –'

'Yeah,' Kit sighed, looking back out the window. 'I know.'

They rode the rest of the way in silence, and as they pulled into the drive, Harry turned to Kit.

'I'll take Nate upstairs,' he said simply.

She nodded, moving slower as to savour the warm night air. She moved slowly onto the front porch, falling into the hammock as Harry took Nate upstairs. She rocked back and forth slowly, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply. Vaguely, she heard the screen door close softly and Harry move towards her. She took another deep breath, catching a citrus smell among the humidity. Opening her eyes slowly, she saw Harry standing a few steps beyond her, staring up into the stars, slowly running his tongue along the popsicle. Kit couldn't help but lick her lips hungrily.

'Why don't you join me?' she asked softly.

He turned around, smiling guiltily. Handing her the popsicle, he sat slowly in the hammock next to her. He wound his arms around her as she sucked lightly on the sticky, melting treat. Kissing her softly on the corner of her mouth, she moaned softly, shifting closer to him. His thoughts from that afternoon awoke in his mind, and he knew he wanted his way with her.

'Let's put this back in the freezer,' Kit whispered hoarsely, her body responding to the positive and sultry vibes Harry's was giving off. Following her into the house, Harry couldn't keep his eyes off her. As she closed the freezer softly, he pinned her against he fridge so her back was to him.

'You're beautiful.'

'So you've mentioned,' she whispered hoarsely.

He kissed her neck softly, moving his hands up and down her sides slowly. She closed her eyes in bliss, pushing back against him. He slowly hiked up her dress, running his hand along the inside of her thigh. She shivered against him, leaning into him so that he was supporting her. Running His hand along her abdomen, she moaned softly, her hands reaching up and tangling in his hair.

'Oh, Harry.'

Pulling her away from the fridge, Harry pulled her to the kitchen table. He spun Kit around and the kissed fiercely, Kit already fumbling with Harry's buttons. Easily, he picked her up and sat her on the kitchen table, pulling down her lacy underwear.

'Hold up your dress,' he whispered hoarsely, flinging her panties to the floor. He massaged her inner thighs, and she lay back on the table. Never before had he attempted this. And both participants were excited. Running his tongue up to her womanhood, his hand roamed along her abdomen. Slowly, he added to her wetness as he passed his tongue along her clitoris. She moaned heavily, spurring Harry on to dip his tongue inside her, little by little. The moans were replaced by heavy breathing and gasping as she came in a wave of heat. Harry himself moaned, sweeping his tongue wide along her, and then along her thigh. She grasped his hair and pulled him up to kiss his swollen lips, sweeping her own tongue along his, tasting herself. Her hands spread along his neck and down his back, pulling his shirt up and over his head, taking his glasses with it.

'Fuck,' she muttered, abandoning the shirt and attacking his fly. 'Now.'

His response came in a serious of kisses to her swollen lips, still tasting the orange popsicle on her. He could feel her endowed hands running over his hips as she shed his trousers and boxers. Shivering at her smouldering touch, he kissed her roughly, pushing her down on the table, his trousers stuck on his ankles. He began to enter her, faster than he originally would have, her pheromones driving him insane with pleasure and need.

'Fuck, yes,' she moaned, arching into him as he thrust faster and deeper, his warm breath over her face. Kit closed her eyes in ecstasy, wrapping her legs around his waist as they reached new depths. Her lips found his neck and she sucked gently until he hit her core and she gasped in rapture, her teeth connecting to his firm skin. Harry gasped in return, throbbing as he thrust slower now, extending the elation of their nerves and orgasms, Harry releasing himself inside her.

She took his lips again, her hands reaching down to his lower back and pushing him back into her, as far as he could reach. She bit his lower lip, and he moaned, issuing another bout of seed inside her, pulling out as he did and spilling it all over her dress and the kitchen table as well.

'My god,' Kit gasped finally as he collapsed next to her on the table. 'That was –'

'Mmm,' he moaned into her ear, sending chills through her.

'Let's go to bed now,' she whispered, pushing herself up onto her elbows.

'Encore?'