(Okay, so it's a boy. I was thinking about twins, but there aren't any twins on Remus' or Hermione's sides of the family, so it wouldn't make much sense. So I went with the metamorphagi thing :) hope you enjoy.)

Chapter 19

"Remus! I can't fit my jacket!" Hermione yelled from the bedroom, trying and failing repeatedly to zip her denim jacket over a five month old baby bump. Nothing seemed to fit anymore, and until the baby was born it wasn't safe for Hermione to perform magic considering the last pregnancy she had. So she was stuck unable to enlarge her clothing.

Remus came jogging up the stairs, pointed his wand at the jacked, and murmured 'engorgio'. The material stretched out just enough to give Hermione room, "Better?"

"Loads," she nodded and zipped up the jacket before planting a kiss on Remus' lips.

The two headed out into the snowy December air, intent on a lunch somewhere in Hogsmeade. Aariya was at home with Molly Weasley, playing all sorts of games and enjoying her new ability of sight.

Hermione laced her fingers with Remus' as they walked, smiling softly to herself. Everything was evening out for the couple, and this pregnancy (besides the mood swings) had been a breeze for her so far.

Witches and wizards littered the streets of Hogsmeade, doing Christmas shopping, party planning, and buying new robes for their kids before school started again. Hermione enjoyed the sight of children playing in the snow and the occasional kissing couple.

"Remus?" She sighed.

"Yes, dear?" He squeezed her hand gently.

"This is where we had our first date," she pointed at Honeydukes, only fifty feet away.

"That's right," he laughed softly, "I'd forgotten."

"I haven't," Hermione rested her head against his arm as they walked toward the pub a couple of doors down.

Inside, Hermione found a less friendly Hogsmeade. As soon as she walked through the doors, men were cat calling, staring, and winking at her, despite the fact that she was on her husband's arm. Remus sent angry glares, hushing most of it. The couple took a seat in a booth toward the back, waiting for menus.

Once they'd ordered a sandwich and stew, the two stared at one another, not really saying too much. Hermione knew that Remus was a special person in her life. He was her husband. She felt such a strong love for him. Remus felt the same for Hermione. This shone through their eyes as honey met crystal blue.

"Remus?" Hermione broke the silence.

"Mm?"

"How do you think our lives are going to change after we have this baby?" She took a sip of her tea.

He sighed and shook his head, "They'll only change for the better. I can tell you that," he smiled a bit.

"Do you... I mean... Do you want more children?" Hermione gazed into his eyes so deeply that he almost knew she was delving into his thoughts.

"I want as many as you want. If you're done after this one, that's fine. If you want more, that's fine too," he leaned across and kissed her forehead.

"Remus, I just don't know what I want. I would love to go to university and get some kind of degree, but I don't know what I'd do for a career," she frowned.

"You should teach," he downed the rest of his firewhiskey and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Yeah. I should teach," she nodded and stared off at a wall, a soft smile playing at her lips. Teaching would be perfect for her. God knows she was a scholar of sorts, and what better career could one aspire to?

"You're so talented with everything. Potions, Charms, History of Magic, Herbology-"

"Potions," Hermione blurted out before he could finish.

"Potions?" Remus quirked a brow, "But that would mean you have to study under Snape."

"So?"

"You hate Snape."

"Yeah. So?" Hermione smirked and winked, "Worried because I have a thing for older men?"

"Oh GOD! No! Sick! Bloody sick!" Remus flailed around momentarily in disgust while Hermione roared with laughter.

"Seriously, though. I think it's the subject for me."

BBBB

"Absolutely not."

"But, Professor-!"

"No. No way in hell."

Hermione was now at a jog, attempting to keep up with Professor Snape's long strides.

"Why not?" She huffed, nearly running into him as he stopped dead and spun around.

"You think that I don't remember you," he hissed, pinning her against the nearest wall, "You are an insufferable little brat. I remember you running around with Potter and Black, doing all sorts of things you shouldn't have been doing," he leaned closer, "And I remember Lupin. So don't ask. I'm not giving you a bloody internship."

Hermione was frozen in a gaping expression, eyes wide, "Look, I know that you think I was all buddy buddy with James, but-"

"You were. Don't lie. I know that you were absolute best friends with Lily," a glimmer of love or some like emotion shone in his onyx eyes, but was gone just as quickly as it came, "And she was obsessed with Potter."

"That doesn't mean that I-"

He pressed a finger to her lips, "Hush. The conversation is over."

And with that, off he went, robes billowing dramatically behind him.

"He's so bloody dramatic," Hermione rolled her eyes.

(Okay, so it seems that my phone is getting somewhat better. I hope I don't have to take it to the techie doctor :( thanks for the support and understanding, guys. :) Please review!)