Ch 22 The Wedding Night

The magic associated with Cleopatra and Albus's wands was mostly good. A major evil was gone with the confrontations when they had killed great-grandmother and destroyed that awful knife of sacrifice. But Cleopatra was still the fertility goddess. The wedding dress that came from Switzerland only magnified this part of her personality. All of the magic that a fertility goddess would exude was out of control at the wedding. Cleo had done everything she knew to keep the magic from having an effect on the younger witches and wizards there, but that was the limit of what she did, and it strongly felt to her that it was the limit of what she could do.

Cleo caused women to want to be pregnant, with an almost overwhelming force. If you had a mate you wanted sex NOW, sex and a BABY. If you did not have a partner she made you want to find one.

She caused men to want to father babies, but not with her. She was so obviously and totally in love with Albus, and obviously Albus' mate, that there was no question of mating with her. She made men want to mate with their partner, and if you did not have a partner get one, NOW.

Grandmum Molly looked at Cleo and Albus, and then looked at herself. She was more aware than she usually was that she was a mother, and she wished, almost wished, thought that maybe she should have had more children. After Ginny was born times were really hard, and she and Arthur had decided to stop, but for the first time in years she was questioning her decision. It wasn't like she could do anything about it. She was in her late sixties, too old for even a witch to have more children.

Well, her daughter and daughters-in-law had given her enough grandchildren, and from the looks on some of their faces there may be more on the way. More great-grandchildren too, generations of children to know, and love, and help raise and teach.

Bill and Fleur, George and Angelina, Ginny and Harry all were looking at each other like tonight would be a night of passion, with the high probability of a baby coming in another nine months. To her shock Audrey was looking at Percy with a lust Molly had never seen, touching Percy and encouraging Percy to touch her in a way Audrey had never before been comfortable with. Audrey had been so reserved, and Molly hoped that Audrey and Percy had a night of passion ahead of them.

Molly knew that Hermione would not get pregnant. Hermione had taken care of that. Molly could accept that, and she hoped that Hermione and Ron could.

Fleur looked at Cleo and thought 'I'm not that old! I've always loved nursing my babies. I'm Veela, and we can have children well into our 50's. I'm still young enough, and strong enough. We have money and I can arrange it so I have plenty of time to enjoy being a mother'. She looked at Bill and said, in French, "Maybe tonight we will make a baby."

That was OK with Bill. They certainly had enough money, and Fleur was absolutely beautiful when she was pregnant or nursing. When Fleur suggested baby he let her know, "I'd love to have another baby."

When they went to their bedroom Bill was already thoroughly turned on, just contemplating making love to Fleur. He took off his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed looking at his part Veela wife.

Fleur was neither especially thin nor at all heavy, but perfectly average. This perfectly average body was covered with just the right amount of the most touchable looking and feeling skin. Fleur always had a beautiful layer of padding, never as thin as Ginny when she was playing Quidditch, always just enough padding to make her erotically touchable. There was something about the skin color too, something hard to describe, that was just luscious.

She had a moderately thin waist leading to average sized hips, maybe a little larger than average. The small waist and slightly larger than normal hips gave Fleur a fantastically erotic hip to waist ratio that just shouted out fertility. Something in her attitude shouted out fertility too! It was pretty obvious that they were not just going to make love but, if everything went the way they wanted it to, they were going to make a baby.

When Fleur came to a climax, when they made love, when she was at her peak the emotion was so strong that it not only overwhelmed Fleur, but it spilled over into Bill as well. Bill could not imagine how it must feel to Fleur if the excess of it made him feel that good. It felt so good that for the first time in years they did it again, made love a second time, and this time it took Bill much longer to come to a climax, and he made sure it took him as long as he could hold off, and Fleur had the longest and strongest orgasm that either of them could remember.

Fleur was combing her hair, not because it really needed combing, but because doing it she could look at the mirror, and show off her profile to Bill, and he enjoyed it. Being part Veela Fleur always knew what turned on a man, and after all these years being married to Bill she sure knew what turned him on.

The good looks, the frankly spectacular appearance, that was due to good genetics, to parents and grandparents with the right genes. She had helped it along with some exercise and the right potions, had taken care of herself, but the results were a matter of gratitude and not pride.

She felt the same about Bill. He was the most considerate person, very aware of what made her feel good. Bill always tried to be the most considerate lover, doing everything in his power to make her feel good. Fleur had to admit that Bill had been spectacularly successful at it as well.

And tonight, tonight they were going to make another baby. Fleur knew that there was an egg moving down towards where it needed to be, and before twenty-four hours were up there would probably be the very start of another person.

Another joy and blessing of being who and what she was; Fleur enjoyed being pregnant, and nursing, and being a mother. She would enjoy it again, even as she was enjoying being a grandmother, because she could. Because after seeing Cleopatra and Albus she wanted to feel the joys of being pregnant and nursing a child again.

After they made love Fleur looked at Bill, and he looked at her, and for the first time in years they both were ready to repeat their lovemaking. This time the orgasm started sooner, lasted longer, and was even stronger than the last time, maybe the strongest she could ever remember. She didn't think she could be any happier.

Life was very good.

Victoire put their first, Venus, in her cot, and checked to make sure Maria and the other children were sleeping. Venus was only six months old, and Victoire was going to nurse her for at least another six months, until she was ready to be weaned. Then she was going to have another child, and another one, and another one. After looking at Cleo and Albus she was more determined than ever to bear a dozen children, despite the other children that they were going to have to raise, or maybe because of them. She was a mother! That is what she always wanted to be, and she was going to rejoice in what some other women may have considered a problem or worse.

Meanwhile, tonight she was going to make LOVE to, with, Teddy, and rejoice in their physical union. Life was good.

Teddy did not know what he did to deserve a woman as loving as Victoire. Her physical body shouted out female, and her personality was every bit as female and motherly as her body. Making love to and with her was a pleasure he had a hard time describing. Seeing her wallow in one climax, one orgasm after another, was immense pleasure. Actually, seeing her delight in nursing, in holding a child, in every loving mothering she did, was a great pleasure.

Life, after bringing some of the children from the Pirate Witch Queen back, was going to get complicated. With Victoire at his side it was going to be good, though, wonderful.

Dominique Monford du la Fontaine pushed her hips against her husband Francois, "Frank" to all her English cousins. They had talked about having children, and Dominique knew that being part Veela she should have an easy pregnancy.

Dominique was not sure why, but like most Veela she was very aware of when she had an egg getting ready to be fertilized. Humans did not just fertilize an egg, though. You made LOVE, and somehow it was never more loving than when you were trying to make another human being. Tonight, she and Francois were going to make LOVE, again, and again, and she was going to wallow in the physical pleasure of the sex act. And, she hoped, she was reasonably sure, start a baby, their first.

Francois looked at his wife, Dominique, marveling at the beauty of his half Veela wife. It was not that anything was oversized; Dominique was thin, thinner than her mother. It was the perfectly balance proportions. It was the beautiful layer of skin over that thin body, so she was thin but not skinny. It was the sexuality that she projected. It was not just sex, but making love. And tonight it was not only loving your wife, but that love, he hoped, making a baby, that love being made so real that it would become another person.

Audrey looked at Cleopatra and Albus, and thought that those two lived life large. Most of the Weasley/Potter family lived life large, much different than the modest life she and Percy lived. They had enough money. The modest amount of money she made from teaching had all been saved, as had some of Percy's salary. Even their sex life was modest and predictable. Most Saturdays, Percy took a shower and put on his night clothes and went to bed, taking off his night clothes under the blanket and waited for her. She took a shower and put on her night clothes, went into the bedroom, took off the knickers with her back to Percy, and crawled under the covers. Same thing every Saturday, well most Saturdays, very nice but not very exciting.

After over twenty-five years as a Weasley, Audrey was better than that. She was still very good looking, thin but she did have breasts, a small but very nice looking pair, thin waist, nice hips. She knew she could handle children. Her timidity in the face of her mother with their daughter Molly had long since disappeared. Audrey was one of the key teachers of the children in and around Ottery St. Catchpole. She was actually helping write the textbooks and lesson plans for the younger children, still her specialty. There was no reason why she could not have another one, or two, or more.

She should be freer with sex as well. Finally, after never looking at The Witches and Wizards Graphic Guide to Married Sex, a month ago she had started to read it. Seeing Cleo made her want to experience sexual intercourse, experience being a woman, like she never had experienced it. After all these years, it was time for her to feel free to be naked in front of Percy. It was time not only to make a baby, but to have fun doing it. She grabbed on to Percy's hand with her hand, and as he turned to look at her, she put her arms around him and kissed him. They then turned back to the wedding, but she kept holding on to Percy, not by holding his hand but by putting her arm around his waist and pushing her body against him. Percy responded by putting his arms around her.

Percy could not help but want more children once he saw Cleo and Albus. He was not sure how Audrey would take it. He was probably the most conventional of the Weasley children, and the life he and Audrey had together was almost suffocating in its regularity. He knew he was ready for a little more excitement. Well nothing would disrupt their all too conventional and narrow life like another child, another baby. The grandchildren were already bringing some excitement into their life.

Once Audrey hugged Percy, he began to feel that maybe this night would be a good night.

That night Percy saw The Witches and Wizards Graphic Guide to Married Sex. The book looked like it had been opened recently, and it was sitting open on his side of the bed. He looked at several spells that would make their experience better. He was not sure how Audrey would react, but he left the book out, open to a page with a spell for Audrey to use to make her less inhibited. He then went into the bathroom to take his shower.

Audrey walked into the bedroom as Percy was heading into the shower. She looked at the book, and did the spell to help her be less inhibited. She walked into the bathroom. Percy was taking a shower, and she could see him through the shower door. They were so inhibited that she was never even in the bathroom when he was taking a shower; this was so stupid.

Audrey took Percy's pajamas into the bedroom, and put them on the far side of the bedroom. She started to take off her clothes. When she reached her undergarments she stopped and though that yes, finally after all these years she was going to do this, be less inhibited. She took off her bra and knickers, walked into the bathroom naked, and stepped into the shower with Percy. "Wash your back," Audrey cooed. After they washed each other's back they washed each other's front. Audrey gently touched the most private part of Percy, and led Percy's hands over her. After a most pleasant shower they dried each other off and went into their bedroom, naked.

She did not know if Percy had ever seen her naked, and here they were naked in front of each other. It was terrifying and liberating at the same time. Percy pointed out a couple of spells each could do, and, for the first time in their married life, they did the spells, no clothes on, not under the covers.

Audrey had finally gotten to where she enjoyed sex, but this night Percy took his time, loved her to where before, she had reached some sort of satisfaction, and kept on going. She could feel herself getting tenser down there, not an unpleasant feeling but a very pleasant tension. The tension built and built and then …

Audrey finally relaxed, the intense pleasure giving way to utter satisfaction. They were still coupled together. Audrey didn't want to think. She just wanted to relax and enjoy Percy, and she did. They stayed coupled together for some time, and eventually, Percy was able to make love, LOVE, again, and she was able to have another orgasm, pleasure on top of pleasure.

Percy woke up with a start. It was 9:00 AM. He could not remember the last time he had slept so late. Well maybe the problem was that he had not slept that much. A couple of hours of intimacy, then a quick one in the middle of the night, then more lovemaking early that morning. They had not been even close to that sexually active on their honeymoon.

Audrey had finally gotten to where she could relax during sex, but last night, finally, she was enjoying it in a way that he was very grateful for. It was the most pleasant for him ever, but she was obviously feeling pleasures she had never experienced before.

Here they were, he and Audrey, under the blankets with nothing on. It felt very good. He pulled Audrey into his arms, and she relaxed as he held her, both of them as content as a couple as they had ever been. Life was good.

Phyllis Baker was mad, not an unusual emotion for her. Those two brides were going to let those animals of men they were marrying touch them everywhere. It was obscene. They were wearing dresses that exposed way too much skin. Everybody was touching everybody. No one was going to touch her, not even Arthur her husband. He was as much of an animal as any of them. He still wanted sex even after she was pregnant with Audrey. She took care of that. Separate bedrooms and no touching once she was pregnant.

How those women could stand it. Once you were pregnant you had that thing in you, pushing at you and making you fat and sick. You could not get away from it. Then you had to push it out your bottom, and that hurt, and then let the little monsters suck at your body for months until they could drink out of a cup. Most of the mothers there were doing it in public! Not her. It was shameful. She had nursed in private, not letting even Arthur see her. Never again would anyone touch her.

She did not understand it. Audrey was at least proper, but even Audrey was, she thought, still doing it with that animal of a husband of hers. All the Weasleys were animals, always touching. It was shameful.

The last couple was getting ready to come out. MERLIN! No No No, I won't I won't I won't I won't I won't. I do not care what you say, I will not let Arthur touch me! Obscenely large breasts, and she has some of them exposed. Obscene figure. Do not imply I should have had more children! Do not imply I should let Arthur touch me. I won't I won't I won't I won't I won't.

He is looking at me in that animal way. "Keep your filthy hands off me. I don't want to hold hands. Don't touch me!"

This is terrible. Audrey is holding on to that husband like she wants him to paw all over her tonight. Shameful. And those daughters. Molly looks like even after two children she wants more sex. And that other granddaughter. Why I should have to be nice to two grandchildren is beyond me. Just because I never wanted to know the other one. That other granddaughter, she looks like she is ready to have sex with that other man. This is the worst wedding I have ever been at.

Arthur Baker liked weddings. He had hoped for years that some wedding, something, would soften Phyllis's heart. She was not easy to live with before she was pregnant with Audrey, putting up with sex like he was some kind of animal abusing her. He had tried to be gentle. He had asked if they could get some help, but she was adamant that 'those things' were private and you never talked to anyone else about them. She had not let him or anyone else touch her since she had become pregnant all those years ago. They had gone to a couple ministry dances before they were married, but once she was pregnant she refused to go to those, and when he had to go he went alone. She never danced at the few weddings she really had to attend, and made sure there was no dancing at Audrey's wedding.

Finally, Albus and Cleo were coming out. MERLIN! If anyone could make you want to have sex with your partner those two could. The spells radiating out from those two are incredibly powerful! Maybe Phyllis would at least let me hold her hand?

No, Phyllis won't let me touch her. Everybody else here seems to be succumbing to the spells Albus and Cleo are radiating, but Phyllis has hardened her heart.

This is not right. I ought to at least have someone I can talk to. I am sixty-four and will be retiring, at least partially, in maybe eleven more years. I want to do a little traveling, but Phyllis will not leave the house. I want to visit friends, but I hate to do it alone. Phyllis thinks I should be content with a clean house, but it is like a prison. She does not want any grandchildren in her house because they may mess it up. She does not even want to talk. This is no way to live.

Arthur took Phyllis home right after the dinner, so she would not have to put up with the dancing afterwards, and then instead of staying home as Phyllis expected he went back to the wedding. Narcissa Malfoy was sitting alone, and he sat down to talk to her. He had seldom talked to a woman alone at a social occasion since he and Phyllis had been married. They even danced a little. He felt better than he had in years.

Lucy Weasley looked at Bob Hudson. Bob was the steadiest boyfriend she had ever had, maybe the only boyfriend. They were both twenty, both in school in Switzerland, and had continued to see each other. It was time, she thought, to get serious. Actually, she thought, it would not be the worst thing in the world to get pregnant tonight. She really wanted a baby, much more than she had ever wanted a baby before. She could see spending the rest of her life with Bob. She put her arm around Bob and held on tight.

Bob Hudson looked at Lucy Weasley. She was a pretty girl, and comfortable to be with. They were reasonably compatible. If he had to get married, she was the logical candidate. Looking at Al and Cleo he really wanted to be a father, plus he had never been so horny, so eager for sex, not with just anyone, but with the person he was going to have children with. Maybe he really should wait, but it was really tempting to, the way she was holding him, if she was willing, to maybe start a baby tonight.

After the wedding Lucy asked Bob if he wanted to come back with her to her house. Bob thought this looked promising. They spent about an hour talking about the future, sitting on her bed, and then started to kiss. There was not a single couple that witnessed the wedding that, having started to kiss, stopped there.

It was past 9:00 AM when Lucy and Bob had finally gotten dressed, left her room, and walked into the kitchen of her parents' house. Audrey beamed, "Good morning Lucy, Bob. It's good to see you. Dad has to spend a little time at work this morning but there isn't any school. Bob, you are welcome to stay."

Lucy replied, "I hope you had a good night sleep last night."

Audrey looked at Percy with the kind of look you expect out of a lovesick teenage girl, kissed him on the cheek and sort of sighed. "We had a very good night, maybe the best night of our marriage. Not a lot of sleep, though." She grinned in embarrassment and, in all honesty a little lust, looked at the young couple. "It's good to be in love." Percy looked very pleased, and a little embarrassed.

Lucy and Bob looked at each other and gently kissed. Whatever doubts they felt about their relationship, actually making love felt very good.

Arthur Baker knocked and came in the kitchen. "How was your night?" asked Audrey.

"Your mother is in an even worse mood than she usually is," Arthur grumbled. "I tried to hold her hand and she accused me of being an animal. I cannot keep living like this!"

"I know she does not want any of our grandchildren over there," Audrey muttered. "She really was not a very nice mother. Even as a child I could not touch her."

"I want to move out," Arthur thought. "I want to live in a place where I can see my granddaughters and great grandchildren. I want to live somewhere where people are nice, not always uptight and in a bad mood."

"Are we nice?' Audrey wondered.

"Do you want your father to move in here?" asked Percy. "That is fine with me. As long as you do not mind Audrey and me being a little more affectionate than we have been." At this he gave Audrey a passionate kiss, and she returned the kiss enthusiastically.

Within the day Arthur had moved most of his possessions into a spare bedroom of his daughter's house.

Molly Weasley Hudson was nursing her 2nd baby. Maybe, she thought, after seeing Cleo, maybe they would have another one or two or, who knew, maybe she would be like grandma Molly. She didn't want to start another one tonight; it was too soon. It was good being a mother.

Rich Hudson looked at Cleo and Al and was very glad that he was a husband and father.

Angelina looked at Cleo and thought she was fully capable of having more children. They had the first two when they were trying to rebuild the store after all the troubles with Riddle. Now they were at peace, the stores had grown into a small retail empire, and if they were ever going to have any more children this was the time. She turned to George, gently smiling, "Ready for another child or two? We really didn't plan the first two, but I'm ready."

"Want a pair for Fred as well as a pair for us?" George responded.

"We cannot start tonight, sexy husband," giggled Angelica. "I'm not going to take the birth control potions for the next weeks, though."

Fred Weasley looked at his wife Miriam, as turned on as he thought he had ever been. He had never really made a decision about how many children he and Miriam would have, but she was, he thought, a spectacular mother. Money was not a problem, the store being very profitable. Issa had weaned over the summer, and it wasn't too soon.

Miriam Weasley looked at their children. This was a child friendly wedding, with special activities for the little ones. She looked at all the women nursing their babies, and tonight she really wanted another one. "Fred, I haven't taken the birth control potions."

"And?"

"And we are going to make love tonight."

Ginny didn't usually know when she released an egg, but that morning the little 'ping' inside that indicated an egg was released was unmistakable. Two pings actually. Fleur always knew; it was probably being part Veela and very in touch with her own body that caused Fleur to always know when she had released an egg, and to know within days she was pregnant. Something about the magic surrounding Albus and Cleo, about Cleo and that wand, and who she was, that was magnifying everything female in her, however.

Ginny had already made up her mind. She knew it was because of the magic that was Cleo. She knew that if it wasn't for Cleo and that wedding dress, she probably would not be so eager for another child, but she just didn't care. There was nothing to do now but to wallow in the pleasure of the sex act, and start another pregnancy. She turned to Harry and announced "We're going to work on making a baby tonight!"

Harry just held on to Ginny and smiled. After coming so close to dying, after growing up with so little love, being part of a large loving family was precious to him, and he always loved babies. Well it looked like there were going to be lots babies the next year.

Harry looked lovingly at Ginny. The athletic sex of their early marriage had settled down into something much quieter and more routine, especially after her accident. Rather frequent, for sure, however. This night they made love, like always full of passion, but this night longer and stronger than normal, multiple orgasms for Ginny, a climax as strong as Harry could ever remember. If they were going to make a baby Harry had certainly done his part, with his contribution, tonight.

That night, after making love, Harry was full of gratitude. He had come so close to losing everything, actually so close so many times before the Battle of Hogwarts. Here he was, a father, probably going to be a father again and going to be a grandfather. Even though his children were young the marriages seemed to be good marriages. James and Al were good children, and their wives fitted them. James had a wife that was just as much a Quidditch fan as he was, with good parents. Al had Cleo. It was easy to get exasperated at Cleo from time to time, but it was hard not to love her. When you saw how over the top her love for Al was it was, amazingly enough, hard not to love your spouse.

Ginny! How had he gotten so lucky? How had he found a soulmate, one he could love for the rest of his life? She was perfect for him. And tonight when they made love he could almost feel that what went in was going to come out nine months later as physical proof of their love, two people who loved each other enough that the love was visible in the form of James, and Albus, and Lilly, and Minerva, and … plus grandchildren. What blessings!

Ginny went to sleep content. The weddings were over, and she had HER Harry. Life was not perfect. Her balance was still bad, and she still could only hear well out of one ear. She knew she had memory problems, but they were not too bad, and she was able to compensate for them very well. And she looked like a littler version of her mother. She was heavy, maybe not obese but at least a little plump. Harry seemed perfectly satisfied with her shape, though, and that was all that mattered.

They still made love, beautiful sex, every day when they could, which was not near as frequent as she hinted at, and twice a day on the unfortunately rare occasions when they could, and even three times once in a while. And tonight they both climaxed over and over, joy on top of joy, pleasure on top of pleasure. If this was as close to Happily Ever After as she would ever experience she would take it. Life was very good.

That night two eggs traveled down to meet Harry's contribution, and before twenty-four hours were up a boy and a girl were conceived.

Cindy Base Hudson looked at her two grown sons. She was still young enough to have children. With Harry and Ginny's permission, she had written about the Potter and Weasley families, and made money doing it. Bill Weasley had Henry take some product photographs from time to time, and he was paid for that as well. Plus, they had more house, for less money, due to Harry, in fact had the house paid for. After some years when they had to be careful with their money, finally they were moderately well off, and could afford another child or two. Tonight she was supposed to take her contraceptive potion if she did not want another child, and tonight she was not going to take it.

Henry Hudson thought that the house was paid for, and he and Cindy had talked a little about having more than two children. They already had grandchildren, but another child would be good. If Cindy wanted to get pregnant he would certainly do his part, not just to get the baby started but to take care of it. He was still young.

Laura La 'Lanna Middy looked at Cleopatra and tried to remember why she stopped at nine children. Being pregnant was always a joy, as was nursing them. She knew she was not thin, but she was in good physical shape, very curvy, most of the weight going to the parts of her body that showed that she was a female, like Cleo.

She had not taken her birth control potions, and she was not going to! She was going to have more children, and if the overwhelming urge to procreate caused her to have more twins, well, that was just twice the pleasure when two babies were nursing at your breasts.

Mary and Maggie had both just had babies, and Laura remembered watching them nurse, and just longing to have a baby at her breast again. Now Merlin was going to be a father. It was maybe not ideal that Sheryl Shook was pregnant when they were both in seventh year at Hogwarts, but they were a good couple, and Laura could not complain too much about enjoying the pleasures of the marriage bed. Merlin and Sheryl had married the day they came back from Hogwarts, and were going to be sharing a room, and their bodies, as they finished their last year at school.

Joey knew, without even having to discuss it, that Laura wanted to get pregnant again. It was no surprise when she told him that she had not taken her birth control potions. He was always a good lover, but tonight, with all the magic he knew, and all the self-control he could muster, he concentrated on giving Laura pleasure. It must have been the magic of the wedding, but Joey had more stamina, and Laura the most intense organisms, and more of them, that they could ever remember.

As with every other couple who wanted babies and could have them, the Middy family started to grow.

Luna looked around the room, and noticed the vast increase in lust that seemed to be permeating every couple. She thought about being female. Being female was different than being male, and right now that difference was magnified. Despite Cleopatra being much taller and bigger than Albus, it was very clear that Albus was male, was everything good that being a man should be.

Cleo was female/mate/mother personified. Everything about her shouted out how good it was to be female, and how good it was to procreate and perpetuate the Magi race.

When she and Ginny were little they talked about how alike boys and girls were. The only difference was the stuff on the bottom of boys that girls didn't have. The stuff that girls had that boys didn't were not so visible, except for breasts. That all changed when you started to bleed, and every month or so you didn't have a baby, but your body was telling you that you could. There was girl stuff, important girl stuff, inside.

Of course, being an artist, she had long ago realized that adult male and female bodies were far more different than that of small children. She was a small thin person, but her body was female, not male. Rolf was also thin, but his body was male, and she enjoyed more than that male part down below, enjoyed all his maleness next to all her femaleness.

She guessed that it was that kind of magic that was going to result is so many babies nine months from now. Including a baby or two from her and Rolf.

She had not taken her birth control potions. It was almost too late, but, for some reason she couldn't quite fathom, it was just about impossible to go to THIS wedding and go back and take birth control potions. Luna knew almost every spell she had ever learned. She did not understand how she had botched the birth control spell so badly, except maybe back in Brazil she really wanted to become pregnant.

"I WANT to become pregnant again," Luna told Rolf.

"If that is what you want, it is fine with me," Rolf declared. "We can afford it."

"I want to experience pregnancy and delivery without all the complications of last time," Luna mused.

"No rush wedding, no thousands-mile trek to get home?" Rolf kidded.

"Being pregnant is such an interesting experience, and I rather rushed through it," Luna pondered. "I will pay more attention this time. I think I will keep a journal of this pregnancy. Your body does so many interesting things. It will be worthwhile to pay more attention this time."

When they were home Luna announced, "The missionary position is the best one for getting pregnant." Luna wrote something in her journal, and then took off her clothes and splayed out on the bed, a huge smile on her face.

Rolf did the spells for endurance, and spent a couple of hours making sure that there was more than enough of him in Luna to make babies.

When they finished, Luna pondered, "I do not know how to describe an organism {orgasm}. It feels good beyond my ability to write about it. When you are in me, and both of our bodies' spasm, you need words like ecstasy and, well, it is just part of your body in my body, but it is not just that.

"It is so private, and personal, that the physical part is only a little of it. It is that my one and only life partner is doing that.

"Let me write it. How I feel when Rolf makes love to me, and we make babies."

Luna giggled. "I expect we will need to do this over and over, so I can get it right!"

Rolf thought that being married to Luna was always a joy, as he watched her write. They made love at least twice a day for the next week, as Luna struggled to put in writing what she was experiencing.

Two eggs traveled down to meet Rolf's contribution. Within the day one of them had split, and three zygotes burrowed into Luna's womb. It would be a very interesting pregnancy for Luna to journal.

Dudley looked at Belinda, his witch wife, and an overwhelming feeling of gratitude filled his heart. They had a good marriage, and they were raising good children. Their marriage was not the selfish marriage of his parents. He was not a totally selfish and self-centered jerk like his father, and he was sure he was happier than his selfish father ever was. You had children not to make you feel good, although seeing and being with his children did make him feel very good indeed. You had children to give back, to keep the pleasure of being human alive for future generations.

Dudley was happy for the Magi; happy his children were magical. He was more than ready for more magical children to love. Belinda was so beautiful when she was pregnant. He was not sure his father ever made love to his mother; sex, but not love. Tonight he was going to make love to Belinda. He was going to concentrate on giving her pleasure.

Belinda looked at Dudley, and marveled at how far he had come from the somewhat insecure young man with such an awful upbringing to the handsome, reasonably thin, kind and gentle man by her side. She was eager for another child, and somehow she knew that Dudley would love this one just as much as he loved their other children.

"I haven't taken the birth control potions," Belinda announced.

"So tonight we start another baby, if we are lucky," Dudley approved. "You are always beautiful, but never more than when you are pregnant."

"Well, not tonight, but maybe next week," Belinda countered.

Neville looked at Hanna, and just marveled at the sexy shape of his wife. She was heavy, but so was he. She was round in nice places, as were their female children. He had been very content with their three, but tonight, looking at Albus and Cleopatra, he could see having another one. He sure liked the way Hanna looked when she was pregnant or nursing, and he enjoyed children. He would not be teaching at Hogwarts if he did not like children.

Hanna looked at Neville, and pushed herself against him. She was not sure why she had not taken the birth control potions, but she had been thinking baby, and tonight she was sure she wanted another baby. The Leaky Cauldron could almost run itself; she had good help, and a couple of good managers. Hanna could take the time and enjoy being pregnant, and enjoy being a mother, better now than she could when their first three were born. They would have another one, and if that went well maybe one more. She was going to enjoy being female, woman, wife, mother.

Lavender had always enjoyed being female, except for those horrible years after she was hurt, when any enjoyment was impossible. Gray had made her very glad she was female again. She was still heavy, although not as heavy as when she came back from Switzerland. She really did not have any problem having their two children, and she could do it again.

Gray loved her shape when she was pregnant. Lavender was going to do it for Gray, and for herself, at least once more. She spent too much time with unhappy families in her job, and she wanted more happy family to remind her what life should be like.

Gray could not see, but he could feel the magic in the room. Something in the way Lavender moved, and touched him, let him know that they were going to have a very sexy night. As they danced and talked to other people in the room Gray could feel the sexual tension in the room. He was sure there were going to be a lot of babies conceived that night, including one by Lavender and himself. It was good. It was very good indeed, to be alive, and with your wife and lover and mother of your children.

Sue Shook looked on at all the people at the wedding. She and Jim were guarding the wedding, but from the inside. There were many guards on the outside as well. Sue wondered if the guards on the outside could feel the sex in the air. There was an intense desire to procreate in the air as well. She could feel the pull in her womb, stronger than she had ever felt it before. Sue also knew that she had not taken birth control potions, and although she was in her early fifties, a witch could stay fertile until she was about sixty.

She was about to become a grandmother. Her daughter Sheryl had become pregnant early in November, and they just found out a week before the end of the term. Sheryl and Merlin Middy had wanted to get married, and be married at Hogwarts, and both sets of parents had agreed. Sue was curious if Laura Middy would also want another baby. All this sex and intense desire to procreate was not normal, Sue knew, but she was just going to succumb to it, wallow in it, enjoy the sex and the experience.

Sue looked at her daughter Christy and her daughter's longtime boyfriend Colin Creevey. Neither were so overtly sexy and maternal as Merlin's mother, and both were still young. Sue hoped they would be able to resist the magic of the wedding.

Jim had been very satisfied with three children, but he could sense the sexual tension in the room. It was like a lusty spell had been set loose on the room, but the lust focused only between couples. If they had another one, it was certainly acceptable to him. He was just surprised at how much he thought another baby would be a good thing.

That night they talked about having another baby, and decided to wait a month or two before trying again. "I think too many babies are going to be conceived tonight, and I don't want to overwhelm the midwitches," Sue told Jim. The magic of Cleo didn't really force you to have babies, just strongly encouraged it.

Christy looked at Cleo, at the other women at the wedding, and at her pregnant sister Sheryl. She had always assumed she would be a mother, would bear children but she wanted to become pregnant, wanted it with a desire that was overwhelming. She knew that she and Colin were going to get married, probably as soon as they graduated from Hogwarts. Would it really hurt if they were married a year and a half sooner? At least she wouldn't be horny all the time.

Where could they go to sleep together? Her sister was sleeping with Merlin, so Sheryl's room was available, and there was a shared loo between them. Christy whispered, "Colin, come home with me tonight. Tell your parents that you will not be home tonight, but are sleeping with a friend."

Colin had a Magi/Muggle phone, and he sent a text message to his mother. "Staying with a friend tonight. That way I can stay in secure spaces. I will be back tomorrow mid-day."

Mary Lou Creevey texted back, "I will see you tomorrow. Your father and I are still very busy." The Creevy's were handling Christmas and the holidays as much as possible, to give Harry some time off.

Christy took Colin's hand, and they left the wedding party early. They arrived home before Christy's parents, and Christy invited Colin into her bedroom.

'I want to have a baby, Colin," Christy told her longtime boyfriend.

'It is hard to see Cleo and not think that becoming a parent isn't a good thing," Colin admitted.

"I'd suggest we start one tonight, but it is the wrong time of month for me," Christy shyly suggested. "We could practice?"

"My parents were married their last year at Hogwarts," Colin pondered. "Mum talked to me about it. Dad's war, what he did at The Battle of Hogwarts, scarred him. It sounds like it was all great for them to be married, but mum says it was more keeping him sane, keeping each other sane, than any great romantic lovefest. They love each other, but they were not ready to start a family for a few years.

"I guess some Magi pair up earlier than most Muggles, and with the marriage charms it usually works out well, but I'm not sure. I'm sure about you, it's not that. And I really want to be a father as well as your husband, but I'm just not sure we are ready."

"It is just that seeing Cleo as the Fertility Goddess," Christy sighed. "I'm just so ready to not be a virgin, to become pregnant. Don't you want me?"

"I think I'm as eager to lose my virginity as any teen-age boy," Colin explained. "And to lose it by making love to you. I guess at the wedding I was almost ready to, but maybe not now?"

"I love you, Colin," Christy cooed, as she gave him a big kiss, hugging him tight. "I guess we should sleep in separate bedrooms, and just stay … I'm just so ready for …"

"Good night, Christy," Colin told his girlfriend. He went into the other bedroom, and plopped down on the bed. He could not remember being so horny, so eager for sex. He really did want to lose his virginity that night, but it was the wrong way and the wrong time.

Nancy Weasley and Daniel Tiger danced and kissed at the wedding, as comfortable with each other's bodies as they had ever been. They were 'engaged to be engaged,' and had talked about trying to sign a formal betrothal contract over Christmas. They left for home a little early.

The Weasley farmhouse was a three story building, with a basement. The kitchen and living area was on the main floor, and there were three bedrooms and two bathrooms on the first floor, a master suite and children bedrooms.

On the second floor were two more bedrooms and another bathroom. As the oldest Nancy had claimed one of the upstairs bedrooms, and when Daniel Tiger had moved in he moved into the other bedroom.

Daniel had been as eager to lose his virginity as any teenage boy, but it had been drilled into him that you did not force, or even strongly suggest, to a witch to have sex with him. It was different with Nan, because they were going to marry. He was certainly eager to take their commitment to the next level, when Nan was ready.

Nan had been getting hornier and more eager for sex since the first of the school year, since she and Daniel had agreed that they were going to marry. She was, she would have to admit, eager for sex. She must have inherited some of the desire that was common in the Weasley women, who were, she was told, a 'randy' bunch. She had assumed that they would wait until they graduated, and had signed a formal engagement contract, but it was almost impossible to go to this wedding, to see Albus and Cleo and not think that having your lover make love to you would not be a good thing. Any worry about becoming pregnant was gone when she looked at Cleo.

It was time.

Nancy took a shower, and after she was dry sat on her bed naked except for a bathrobe. Daniel went in to take a shower, and when the shower was off she went into the bathroom. She watched as a naked Daniel dried off. She led Daniel into her bedroom, took off the bathrobe, and went into her bed, inviting Daniel to join her. It did not take long before she was not a virgin, and by the next morning she was very much not a virgin.

That morning at breakfast Nancy asked her parents, "Could we sign a formal engagement contract before we go back to Hogwarts? We would like to marry next summer.

Nancy's parents, Daniel's guardians, looked at each other. They could guess what had happened last night, and knowing the family history they could not say too much. By the end of the day formal engagement contracts had been signed, and the two Magi had moved in together.

And of course the first night of passion had started still another baby, the magic of the wedding being rather effective.

Astoria Malfoy looked Draco. He had led her out of Malfoy Manor when the attack had begun, and when she has asked him why, he replied, "You are my wife." She knew that he had not been faithful, but he still wanted her to be his wife. It was not that type of romantic love she really didn't believe in, but it was something.

She had four good friends, well, she guessed they were good friends. They had lunch together once or twice a week. Two of them had indicated that they enjoyed … it was hard to think about a man going into you, but they said they enjoyed it. The other two did it as well, although they were, she guessed, less enthusiastic about it. All of them had tried to tell her that she should let Draco … and now he loved her enough to … and maybe she ought to.

But once she had been raped, at Hogwarts, not by Draco of course, and then after, and she was expected to allow a pure blood, but it was painful, and made her not want a wizard ever again to look at her body like it was desirable, so she tolerated it with Draco, but there was no way she was going to allow it to be enjoyable.

She looked at Cleo, more than a little mad. For years she had been thin, but the healers had told her that if she did not gain weight she was going to die. Anorexia. She liked being thin, and she hated that they told her she was too thin. So she was fat again, with breasts and periods, and fertile, all the things she didn't want. She knew she had been accused of being an ice queen. She and Draco had not had sex since she was pregnant with Scorpius, never more than coldly civil since Cleo came. And he still led her out of the Manor, because she was his wife.

At the same time, Astoria was sure that most of the women at the wedding who could bear children would be pregnant, and if she did not get pregnant it would be obvious to everyone that she had refused Draco. Astoria would show all the friends that accused her of not loving Draco, not being willing to be a wife. She'd show that Skeeter bitch. She could still get him to have sex with her. All she had to do is give him a look and kiss him and she could get him to come into her bedroom. She wouldn't enjoy it, but at least she could put up with it.

Sex was messy, and she was not in control.

Draco could have forced himself on her, and never had, unlike that brute who had first stolen her virginity.

Well, she was not sure she wanted him in her bedroom. All she had to do was walk into his bedroom with nightgown on and he would have sex with her. She thought she still had a nightgown. She would have sex tonight. If she became pregnant that would just show her girlfriends that she was still capable of being intimate with a man.

Astoria was sure it was not love. She was not sure if she believed in love, and after all that had happened between them she was sure she did not love Draco. If there was ever going to be the pretense of a peace between them she was going to have to go to their marriage bed, let Draco into her, and she really wanted, for some reason, to show her friends that she could have another baby. Not that she really wanted a baby. Maybe she could get pregnant and then have a miscarriage, to show her friends without the bother of getting big and giving birth.

Draco looked at Astoria. She was hard to read. She was pretty again, not so thin and emaciated. He wished she had not shut him out of her life, out of her bed, when she became pregnant with Scorpius. To be honest about it, he had to get sex elsewhere. The only sex with her was a few times after they were married, Astoria always wearing a nightgown and showing as little as she could.

To all outward appearances she had been a wife to him. They went out to dinner and to parties, and when they needed to be a couple they were an outwardly compatible couple. Everywhere except in the bedroom.

Everything in his life seemed to be going wrong, Scorpius had married the wrong girl, his father was going to be furious, his mother supported Scorpius. The grandmothers all supported his father and not him. Well, Druella had begun to support Scorpius and his mother, but she didn't exactly support him.

Everything had gone wrong in his life forever.

The witch and wizard from Jezebel strongly suggested that Astoria owed him sex, and damn it he was going to take his due tonight. Except what he wanted, especially after this wedding, was not his due, but to make love to his wife.

Astoria thought of what the witch and wizard from Jezebel suggested, and thought that after all the spells, maybe she owed Draco to at least try. Not to enjoy it, but to let him rape her.

When they were back at Malfoy Manor Astoria announced to Draco, "I will come into your bedroom tonight."

Draco took a shower, and went into his bed, naked. He looked up the spells he would need for self-control, and the spell to give Astoria more lubrication so sex would be more pleasant. From the few times they mated he guessed that Astoria would not do anything to help.

Astoria did not know why she was doing this, except that the spell Cleopatra cast over all the wedding guests made it difficult not to want to get pregnant, and it would be embarrassing if she didn't at least make some attempt. Something in the spells from the witch from the island was also encouraging her, all but forcing her, as well, almost forcing her. Together they were too hard to resist. She put on a nightgown, and went into Draco's bedroom.

Draco was happy that Astoria was seeking him out. He couldn't remember her ever doing that, not since she was pregnant with Scorpius. He finished his shower and debated on going to the bed naked or with boxers on, and in the end chose to wear boxers. When Astoria came in a few minutes later, he was disappointed to see she was in a nightgown that didn't show any skin at all. It covered her from the top of her neck to her toes and her long thin arms. He carefully schooled his face to cover his disappointment and led her over to his bed.

Astoria stiffly got in the bed, nightgown and all and Draco clenched his jaw in frustration. He climbed into bed with her and began unbuttoning the gown kissing her skin as he exposed it. Her reaction… nothing. When the buttons opened to the waist, her body showed no signs of arousal and, she was like a doll as Draco removed her gown. She was wearing knickers underneath, old fashion, ugly knickers.

Draco removed his boxers and then her knickers, as she stiffly let him but didn't help.

Astoria did her best not to panic, but to allow Draco to see her naked, but it was hard.

Again Draco clenched his jaw but didn't say anything as he tried to coax his wife… his lover, he hoped, finally after all these years, into some kind of reaction. Nothing. He touched her in her intimate spot and watched her face; it was as if she were a porcelain doll.

Draco got up out of the bed and grabbed his dressing gown, throwing her nightgown in her face "Damn it, Astoria!" he snapped.

She pulled the nightgown down from her face and sat up on the bed blinking in surprise at Draco's outburst. "What?!" she snapped back.

"Stop making me feel like I am raping my wife," he growled at her, turning to look at her, his eyes reflecting his anger, frustration and hurt. He was hoping the charms at the wedding would soften her, allow her to enjoy, even if only a little, some intimacy.

She was shocked at the accusation. "Every time…" he walked to his dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas, "you sought me out, remember." He yanked on the garments.

"I did so you could have sex," Astoria scowled. "I did it so you could have a son. I let you!"

"No Astoria," Draco turned back to his confused wife, "so we could make love. Or was it ONLY so we would be married, because if the marriage was not consummated it would not be valid? Was it, in the end, ONLY so you could become pregnant, because you were obligated to have a child. Was that all it ever was?"

He ran his fingers through his balding hair and wanted to tug at the strands, "I understand you were raped in Hogwarts, I understand it is a traumatic experience. But did you once seek help? I know other girls who were also raped at Hogwarts and I see them in a relationship with their husbands that doesn't make it seemed forced."

"You don't understand what I went through…" Astoria hissed getting off the bed and yanking her nightgown on.

"You are right, I don't understand what you went through," Draco went to the window and glared out, "because you don't talk about it, with anyone. You bottle it up like it's your own little wound, and you have never tried to heal the wound."

"I thought you wanted sex," she snapped at him.

"I want to have sex with you, not a doll that looks like you," Draco murmured his voice hard.

Astoria dropped her gown, went over to the bed, and lay down. "I said I would come to you! I did! If you are not man enough to take me, it is not my fault." Somehow the spell from the witch from the island, plus the wedding charms, would not allow her to just run.

Draco thought to the spell the wizard from the island performed, and his father telling him that he needed to, that she owed him that, even if she didn't want to. It may not have been loving sex, but at least it was sex. She owed him that, the frigid bitch.

When he was finished he felt more like it had been a John having sex with a prostitute, not like a husband having sex with, making love to, his wife.

"Sleep with me, Astoria," Draco insisted.

"No!" Astoria exclaimed. "She all but ran out of Draco's bedroom, crying." Never again, she thought. It is all rape, some wizard forcing himself into you. It is all rape. She went into her bathroom and washed and washed, tried to wash all of Draco out of her, wash and wash and wash, and then she went to bed and cried and cried and cried.

Of course, you did not have to enjoy sex to become pregnant.

Draco looked at Astoria run out of the bedroom, what was supposed to be their bedroom, frustrated. He was very glad he could get some sexual satisfaction outside of his marriage. This did not feel like making love, not that he had ever made love to a woman. Empty sex was, he guessed, better than no sex at all. He envied all the wizards in loving marriages, though. It wasn't fair that his wife was not loving, or even willing. It wasn't fair.

He didn't know how he felt about another child, but after being at the wedding it was hard to think that another child would be that awful.

Narcissa Malfoy had a delightful time talking to Arthur Baker, and dancing with him. They were both married, but she had the feeling that Arthur's marriage was no more a marriage than Draco's to Astoria, maybe even less. Lucius had become impossible to talk to. She was too old to have another child, she thought, but it would be nice to be in a loving marriage.

She didn't exactly wish Lucius dead, but it would be hard to grieve if he did die.

Narcissa missed being married, sharing her life with another person.

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