Bonjour! I'm back and ready for action. University has released me from it's slimy clutches and cold classrooms, so updates will become more regular as madness ensues!

Also, I just realized today that this sequel began exactly two years ago as of Book #7. Who's excited?!

Be warned of smut at the beginning of this chapter, and don't forget to review! Enjoy!

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As the nineteenth of December approached, nerves of the wedding party ran high. That is, save for Harry, Kit, and Nate. Jake worried himself over the food, Carrie over the clothes, Hermione over the ceremony, and Remus became preoccupied with the reception. None of them were pleased when, upon asking about something they saw utmost importance in, Harry or Kit would respond with passive agreements, shrugs, and general disinterest. Instead of fighting, however, the four of them left the couple alone, instead employing other victims or going to great lengths to find answers to their questions. Jake asked Ron to taste all the meal options, which Ron was very happy to do. Carrie took the liberty of invading their closets, measuring sizes from their best fitting clothes. Hermione and Remus joined forces, creating a schedule to ensure a smooth flow from ceremony to reception, recruiting the needed Muggle Minister for the traditional ceremony, including the hand fasting, and the incognito magic Minister for the signing of the wedding certificates for the magical world.

Three days before the wedding, Harry and Kit lied awake together.

"Are you ready?"

"I didn't even have to shop for anything."

"Ron says the food is ace."

"Have you seen the amount of alcohol Remus bought?"

"Everyone has RSVP-ed, apparently."

"She even bought a little suit for Nate."

Harry turned his head to look at Kit, who was shaking her own head.

"I'm not even kidding."

Harry laughed, and Kit grinned. "Isn't it weird?" she asked.

"That there are suits for three year olds? Yes."

"No. That we're the least nervous."

Harry shrugged. "What's there to be nervous of?"

"Things going wrong," Kit answered. "Burnt food, people arriving late, bad weather …"

"And what if anything does go wrong?"

It was Kit's turn to shrug. "Then we keep going, I guess. What else could we do?"

"Dramatize it, throw a fit, cancel, and never try to get married again, keep having kids out of wedlock, and in ninety years, die engaged."

"Would you complain?"

"Probably not, but I'd rather be happily married than happily engaged."

"Me too." They were quiet for a minute before Kit spoke. "Are you excited?" she asked.

"Any more so and I'd probably pee myself."

"Then I should resist jumping you?" she asked silkily.

Harry grinned, turning towards her fully. "Never resist," he growled, and Kit pressed her lips against his, the sheets rustling as she moved her body until it pressed against his. He pushed against her passionately, rolling on top of her. He took her hands, which had begun to trace his shoulders, and held them over her head. He felt rather than saw her smile as he kissed from her lips across her jaw to nip her earlobe, and continue the path down her neck and along her collarbone. He removed her hands to pull off her nightshirt, and she pulled off his in turn. But before she could touch him anymore, he had her hands pinned above her head again.

"Is this a game?" she whispered.

"Are you complaining?" he retorted. But her answer was not revealed as he kissed her neck and collarbone again, this time being able to move lower and kiss across her breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipples. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth to muffle her moans as he teased her, alternating the swirling tongue with the scraping of his teeth, surprising her with nips on her sensitive skin. When his actions slowed, she would arch up with a whimper, begging for more. He moved his hands lower on her arms, unaware she had grasped the bars of the headboard. Slowly, he traced his tongue down her torso, lingering at her navel before teasing the tender skin along the inside of her thighs, waiting for the inevitable gasp Kit would emit. It was the most vocalization of her impatience and growing need that she would allow herself to give, and it was enough to urge him to turn his attention to the wet, musky place between her legs.

As he ran his tongue along her, she thrust her hips, silently begging for more. He pushed his tongue into her and she gasped as he tasted her with a rhythm. But just as she began to shudder, he moved over top of her and kissed her swollen lips.

She sighed into his mouth, and just as her grip on the headboard began to loosen, Harry plunged himself into her, and she bit his lip as her eyes closed and her grip tightened as he pulled out almost the entire way before pushing back into her almost violently. As she gasped, she released his lip, and as he thrust dramatically again, his lips moved to her jaw, neck, and ear as she began to move with him. Their pelvises would grind together when they met, only for a moment before they moved apart. But soon they were near breaking point, and Harry began pulling out less and pushing in more, until their heads were at the headboard, and Kit had moved her hands to Harry's hips, where she tried to keep him inside her as his breath came in short gasps on her neck. As she tightened herself around him, he thrust once as she came around him, and one more time as he released his orgasm into her.

He pulled out quickly and she whimpered with the sudden emptiness. He kissed her as he rolled over to lie next to her.

Kit sat up to pull the blankets over top of them both before pressing her body against his and feeling his arms wrap around her.

"Let's get married," he whispered into her hair, his eyes closed.

"Okay," she sighed, and they both promptly fell asleep, satisfied and happy.

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The next two days flew by as Harry worked, Nate went to pre-school, and Kit stayed home to clean the house. However, around her cleaning she helped Jake with grocery shopping, helped Carrie and Hermione with cake decorating, and helped Ron and Remus with preparing the backyard. When Harry would come home with Nate, he would go out and shovel snow with Ron and Remus, and Nate would help Kit wash the floors (which doubled as a bath for the young boy).

By the night before the wedding, the fridge was full of prepared food, cupcakes, booze, and juice. The barbeque sat waiting, their clothes were ironed, the dog was brushed (following which, Kit vacuumed again), and Nate had a real bath. Before Hermione and Ron left, Hermione reminded them that the ceremony would start at eleven. Jake and Carrie left quietly, Jake was triple-checking his recipe, Carrie kept quiet, but the thoughtful look on her face revealed the turmoil inside. Harry and Kit put Nate to bed as though the next would be a normal day, and then lay awake, a silent nervousness between them before exhaustion hit and sleep became inevitable.

"Happy Day!" Nate shouted the next morning, startling Kit awake.

"It is a happy day," Kit smiled. As she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, the faint sound of sizzling on the frying pan and the intoxicating smell of brewing coffee reached her. "Is daddy making breakfast?" she asked, and Nate looked at her oddly.

"No," Harry answered beside her, and she jumped.

"Who is?" Kit asked, and was surprised when Nate answered.

"Mrs W!"

Kit and Harry shared a look before jumping out of bed and pulling in their robes, following Nate down the stairs.