(A/N: A bit of marital flirting…)

She was tired. She had taken all the medication that the healers and that Dr. Dunlap had suggested she take but she was still tired. Between her thighs hurt horribly but looking at the child in her arms and the four children in front of her, she sighed contentedly. It was all worth it. Every minute of pain, every second of discomfort was all worth it. She was the happiest woman on Earth at the moment.

"Darling what did we name them?"

"We named them Elizabeth, there in your arms, Susan here, the identical ones are Curtis and Timothey and the dark haired one, after yours no doubt, is Nathaniel,"

"When did we do this, love?"

"When you were asleep, dear,"

"Mmm?"

"Mmhmm,"

"Beautiful names…"

"Oh come now, you can't be mad at me… we chose the names before they were born… five girl and five boy, remember?"

"Susan was not on my favorite list,"

"Ah, but it was on mine. I like it! She'll have your beautiful green eyes you know…"

"Will she? If I wasn't so demmed tired I'd check them all,"

"Now who has the dirty tongue?"

"Mmm… well, you'll have to wash my mouth out,"

"Will I?" he asked, leaning down and placing a much needed kiss on her mouth.

"Mmm, yes… and if I wasn't so tired I'd wear you out," she said tipping her head up to return the kiss.

"Would you?" he asked kissing her once again.

"Yes, I would,"

"Don't bother, they're all blue and most are likely to remain so,"

"What are all blue?"

"Their eyes,"

"Oh," she said backing away from his mouth.

"So? What do you think? Think there are enough?"

"Indeed,"

"You did a fine job,"

"Well," she said with a tired smile, "It's not all my handiwork you know."

"Really?"

"No, I had the help of a very kind dreamy man I met at school,"

"All that time ago?"

"Mmhmm, he used to sit behind me in Transfiguration and ogle me so I thought, 'well, why not? I'll give the poor boy a chance' and before I knew it I was pregnant with his five kids. Can you believe it? He had the indecency to give me five beautiful children, I mean five! The poor boy… I dare say he'll make an excellent father,"

"You think so?"

"Mmm," she purred.

"Stop that purring!"

"Why? I thought you liked that?" she said, her eyebrow raising seductively and began purring once more.

"I do but, my dear woman, you're driving me mad,"

"Am I?"

"Yes, and…" he paused, "You know, I have the upper hand with you lying down like that," he said advancing on her.

"Ah ah ah! Children being nursed darling, you'll have to wait your turn,"

He sighed and went back to his seat beside their bed.

"Really, you shouldn't get me worked up like that, it gets us into trouble,"

"It takes two to tango darling,"

"Ah, but it only takes one to trip,"

"What does that mean?"

"It's open to interpretation,"

"You are evil, Albus Dumbledore,"

The auburn smiled, "Guilty as charged."

"You ought to be put into Azkaban for that you know,"

He frowned, "But where would you be without me?"

She smiled, "Oh I just don't know," she said pulling him in for another kiss.