*Disclaimer* I do not own Harry Potter.
By the time I reached my second trimester, the morning sickness stopped. I was glad. I extremely disliked throwing up. Ron had stopped testing that stupid spell on me, and we were having sex again. Well, our sex life actually increased. I was usually ready and willing whenever Ron was, but goodness, Ron was randy all the time. At first, I thought he was just making up for lost time, but I soon realized that the number of times a day we were together was not dropping.
It could start with something as random as me touching my stomach, or someone asking me how the baby was doing, or Ron just looking at my stomach, and suddenly we were going to the bedroom, or any other place we could be alone. It was always due to the fact that I was pregnant with his baby. I figured it out one day, when after making love, he was stroking my stomach, and talking to our baby, saying how happy he was that we were going to have them joining our family, and he started to get hard again. I found it rather funny.
One day, he came by to watch a case I was arguing. I had made a comment about the crime of the defendant.
"Dr. Whittiker, how would you describe the attack of Mr. Frent against Grindert?"
"I would say that the attack was unnecessarily cruel." The expert witness stated.
"I looked at the crime scene pictures, and I have to say that I personally felt like throwing up after I saw the atrocities committed to the Goblin's body. What was your reaction?"
"Objection, Your Honors. Mrs. Weasley has no right to interject her opinion of the crime, and her ill feelings could simply be caused by the pregnancy that is clearly making her emotionally attached." The defending attorney had shouted at the Wizenagmot. I heard a small gasp behind me, and I knew it came from Ron. He loved to see me argue, and to have someone mention my baby as well I, was sure that we would be having a very busy night.
"I believe that Mrs. Weasley's pregnancy has nothing to do with her feelings toward the case." Kingsley said mildly. "We understand your objection, though. Mrs. Weasley, please refrain from interjecting your opinions." I nodded my head and continued on with the case. I rested one of my hands on my stomach almost the entire time court was in session, since I had a definite bump now, and was rather protective of my little baby.
Once court had let out, I began gathering my things. Ron came up behind me. I wasn't expecting him to be so close, so I turned to look at him. He pressed his groin into my hip and his eyes were full of lust. I gasped quietly, and let him gather my files, and quickly walk me to my office. As soon as we were in, he closed the door, set a locking charm and silencing spell, and began stripping me of my clothes.
"Oh, Ron!" I moaned, as he ducked his head kiss my breasts. They were so sensitive that sometimes, if I was wound tight enough, Ron could make me come from that alone. Apparently, that day was a time that I was wound up enough. After a few minutes of serious breast play, I came hard, still wearing my skirt and undergarments. He stripped us of our clothes quickly after that, and was soon buried inside of me, with me leaning over my desk.
"So... hot... Mione... Love you... So much..." Ron spoke as he thrust into me. I couldn't talk, just take what he was giving me, and feeling complete. When we were done, Ron cleaned us up, and got us dressed again. I would have helped, but I was too worn out from the amazing orgasm he had given me. As Ron pulled me into his lap in my chair, I felt something that shouldn't be physically possible for at least ten more minutes.
"What is wrong with you?" I ask jokingly. Ron grins at me, unashamed.
"I can't help it. You look so sexy pregnant. You absolutely glow." I blushed under his gaze.
"I love you." I reminded him, as I snuggled deeper into his chest. I knew that we would have very few minutes alone, after the initial half hour that my secretary always covered for us. Far too soon, there was a knock on the door. Ron kissed me, then lifted us out of the chair, and placed me on my feet.
"I guess I'll just have to wait until tonight to cure this hard on." Ron said. I blushed softly, and looked lovingly at my husband.
"I promise we'll get it... taken care of." I wiggled my eye brows, and Ron laughed, took the spells off my office and opened the door. Harry was standing there. I smiled at my best friend, and moved forward to hug him.
"Figured I'd find you here, since court got out, near on an hour ago." Harry winked at me, before turning to Ron. "I've got a raid tonight, and I don't want Ginny and James to be alone tonight. Can she stay at your flat if she doesn't want to stay at the Burrow?" Harry glanced at me with a smirk on his face, and I knew that Ron was glaring at Harry.
"Mate, I can't... y'know, while my sister and your kid are in our house!" Harry laughed heartily.
"Ron, your sister's pregnant for the second time, and your thinking about the fact that you can't have six goes a night with your wife for one night? Mate, just let them stay over." I knew Ron would pout about it, but I didn't see Ginny nearly enough, now that we were both pregnant, and she already had James to drag along places.
"We'd love for her to stay. Just remind her that we don't have diapers or a crib yet, so she'll need to bring something for James." I gave Harry a hug, and a kiss on the cheek.
"Cheers Hermione." Harry left, closing the door behind himself.
"Why'd he ask me at all? He knows that I'm helpless to deny you of what you want." Ron remarked as he pulled me into a hug. I giggled.
"It's so that you feel like you have some control." I smiled up at him, then broke our embrace to gather my things. It was almost time to go home, and I grabbed all the things I would need for finishing work tonight. It seemed I might actually get it done tonight. Ron and I headed home via floo, since apparation was not safe for pregnant women. When we got there, Ron threw our stuff onto the floor, and carried me to our room. I flailed my legs the whole way, knowing what he wanted.
"Mione, I need you at least once more tonight. Please, love?" Ron pouted at me, and I caved. I was perpetually sore now, from all the sex, but I didn't mind. I loved sex with my husband far to much to ask him to stop. We stripped out of our clothes, and fell together on the bed. Ron rolled us so that I was on top, and began fingering me softly, getting me ready and wet. Soon, I was ready, and I dropped slowly down onto Ron's length. Ron groaned out my name, and I moved up and down on him, gaining speed. After only a few minutes, I knew Ron was close, so her started rubbing my clit while tweaking my nipples. The dual assault sent me over, bringing Ron with me. We lay together in afterglow bliss until we heard the telltale whoosh of floo. Ron got dressed quickly, leaving me to dress at a slower pace. Not two minutes after I got enough basics on that I was decent, James was making his way into the bedroom.
"Hi Aunt Hermione!" James attempted to say in his cute little two year old speak. I pulled on a sweater, then crouched down to pick him up. We walked out into the living room together, Ron taking James from me when I got close, so that I could hug Ginny and Harry. Ginny and I realized that two pregnant women hugging was kind of awkward. It caused us to break out in giggles at we leaned our upper bodies together over our pregnant bellies. Harry left shortly after, and the four of us set about making dinner. Actually, Ron made dinner, and told James he was helping by stirring things and putting other stuff in pots, giving Ginny and I a chance to catch up. We had a nice, calm evening, and we all headed to bed rather early. Ginny and James were set up in the second room of our flat, soon to be our baby's room.
That night, as Ron and I got ready for bed, Ron was touching me a lot in very non-sexual ways. Every time he passed me there was a kiss, or a hug or a touch, or a tickle. Ron and I used to touch all the time in private, but now now all of our intimacy came from sex, if we were alone. I realized that I liked my husband both ways. A sex maniac who was really turned on by the sight of my pregnant body, and the man who loved me before I was pregnant, and who would love me afterwards. The man who I had fallen in love with. The man who had sweet things that he always did for me. As I kissed my husband goodnight, I whispered something in his ear.
"I love you. You know that you don't have to make love to me every night, right?" Ron laughed at this.
"If you hadn't noticed love, I really enjoy making love with you. I can tone it down a bit if you want, but I do very much enjoy fucking you." I laughed at this. He only used that word when he was feeling silly, knowing that I had been know to use it during sex, but didn't use it in normal conversations.
"I love fucking you too, Ron." We laughed together for a minute, and as the laughter faded, I drifted off to sleep in the arms of the most amazing man ever.
Not quite as amazing as I was hoping for. I'm not sure if I like it very much. I guess I'll have to decide after someone else reads it. Please review!