Chapter 2

Lily ignored her office door creaking open and closed. She continued to fill out one of a dozen forms as an invisible force like two strong arms wrapped around her swollen belly and caressed it. A warm voice tickled her ear like soothing honey. "How are my girls doing today?"

"Look, honey. It's your dad, the delinquent ghost," Lily said, setting down her quill. She yanked at the air beside her and tugged off the top of the invisibility cloak, revealing Harry's face and askew glasses floating above her head. "You could just come in like a normal person."

"Where's the fun in that?" he asked, taking off the invisibility cloak and folding it into his black robes. "Don't pretend you don't enjoy sneaking around too."

"I think you just miss your time at Hogwarts," she said as he dragged her chair around. "No need to sneak around the castle late at night, getting into mischief here."

"I wasn't just getting into mischief at Hogwarts."

Her eyes flicked to his groin and she smirked. "I know. Thankfully, Jemma is a little more restrained about that."

"I'll corrupt her yet," he said. He touched her shoulder and knelt before her, laying his head on her stomach. "Is she kicking again?"

"She was a little while ago," Lily said. Despite the fireplace, the office was quite chilly and she enjoyed the heat his head provided. They stayed there for a while, Harry listening intently to their expected baby while Lily stroked his hair. To her surprise, she found a couple of gray strands in it that she hadn't seen before.

Then again, she wasn't one to talk about gray hair. During her fiftieth birthday, she tried to ignore the mixture of white streaking through her own, making her hair appear like a festive candy cane and reminding her of how old she really was. Oh, but she knew what Harry would say. That she was still absolutely gorgeous and he couldn't ask for a better woman.

Which was the problem. While she enjoyed the past years together with Harry, raising their daughter, and engaging in all sorts of debauchery, he needed a wife. Someone his own age who he could legally marry. She'd broached the subject in the past, but he'd shot her down each time. "I don't need anyone else," he said and she hadn't put up much of a fight.

However, her recent birthday brought it back into sharp focus and she pushed for him to try dating. He was reluctant to, no matter how much she tried. Still, she refused to give up. It was her duty to push him to find someone, whether he wanted to or not. Just her luck that one of the girls she advocated for, far more than the usual stable of suggestions, happened to drop by that morning.

"You know who I saw earlier?" she asked. Harry hummed against her. "Ron and Ginny."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He and Hermione are going to Hogsmeade this weekend too with a couple friends of theirs. I told him we're meeting Jemma." She paused for a few moments, choosing her next words carefully. "Ginny asked about you too."

"What about?"

"Seemed like she wanted to see you. You know, she's gotten quite beautiful."

"I know."

"I think she's interested in you."

He flipped his head around, looking out the window onto London itself, in all its cold miserable sky and grimy black and gray buildings. "You mentioned that last time."

"I don't think she's seeing anyone."

"I'm well aware," he said.

"It wouldn't hurt to spend the day with her."

"I'll think about it." Meaning that he wouldn't.

She found another gray hair among his jet black. "Please consider it. You need to find someone."

He glanced up at her with a pout. "So you have gotten bored of all this?"

"No, but…" He wouldn't always have her. She should've reminded him of that again, but saying it out loud only reminded her of her own age. She already had enough trouble confronting it internally all the time. She sighed and lifted his chin. "Promise me you'll think of asking her out. A cup of tea at least. For me?"

"Fine," he said and leaned up to kiss her. "Now, as to what I came in here for." He lifted her royal blue robe, exposing her nakedness underneath. When he spotted her lack of underwear, he raised his eyes. "So you were waiting for me too."

She spread her legs, wobbling a little in her chair, and clutched her stomach. "I figured you'd be by soon, so I made sure I was ready."

Harry grabbed her knees and his head disappeared between her legs. Before she felt anything, the familiar tingling of anticipation bubbled. Seconds later, his tongue glided across her entrance, enhancing the sensation. She swiftly became acutely aware of every bump, every curve of his tongue along her.

"Oh, Harry," she moaned, spreading her fingers through his hair and snatching clumps of black and stray grays.

The pregnancy drove her crazy and made every touch extra sensitive. Everyday she needed him, lest she lose her mind to sexual desires. She pressed his face into her deeper. Her vagina was empty, a hollow hole that could only be filled by one thing. One thing that he knew how to give her.

"I need you," she said, leaning back in her chair, her eyes fluttering closed. "I need you right now."

Someone knocked on the office door. Harry and Lily froze and she looked from the door, back to him. "Did you lock it?" she silently asked. His pale face answered her.

Should she answer it? If she didn't, the person might come in anyway, perhaps to drop off some paperwork or leave a note. Harry already had the invisibility cloak out and threw it over his head. Lily pulled her robes down and jerked her chair back to her desk. She brushed a few stray bangs out of her eyes, tucking them behind her ear, and folded her arms on her desk. "Come in."

A younger witch entered, bouncy coily cooper hair surrounding a chocolate face. "Hey, there," she said, shutting the door behind her. "Is this a bad time?"

"Hi, Opal," Lily said. She briefly wondered where Harry snuck away too and hoped that he chose a secluded corner of the office. "No, no. I'm fine." She studied Opal as she crossed the room. She was pretty in that young go-getter manner, with big bright eyes, a perky air, and an infectious laugh that always cheered Lily up. Perhaps she could suggest her to Harry.

"You sure? You look a little peaky."

Lily adopted a professional demeanor and forced a smile. "Yes, just a little nausea from the baby. I'm fine. How can I help you?"

"These just came in from the French office," she said, setting down a couple of sheaves of paper. "And Gregory wants to know if you've reviewed the allocation his department sent."

"Yes, yes, I have it here somewhere." She flipped through the stacks of documents on her desk, searching for it when she suddenly jolted. Something brushed her inner thigh. A long, thin object, like a pair of fingers. But he couldn't. He couldn't possibly be under the desk.

Then she felt it again, further up her leg, along with a pair of cheeks that had been between her knees only a minute ago. You must be joking. There was no mistake. Harry was under her desk and messing with her robes, folding the hem up above her knees.

"Is something wrong?" Opal asked.

"No, nothing," she assured her and scooted closer to the desk. "Just the baby acting up."

Opal offered her a pitiful look and nodded. "I'm sorry to hear that. Let me help you."

Lily wanted to decline, to tell her to come back in ten minutes after she scolded her son, but a wet, curling tongue lapped at her center. A shiver raced up her spine and she sank into the seat. Her fingers fumbled over the papers alongside Opal's as she gnashed her teeth. Damn you, Harry. And damn your tongue.

He flicked at her nub and she nearly screamed. Through a haze of pleasure and wisps of hair drooping in front of her eyes, she spotted the form. She snatched it out of the pile just as Harry added his fingers, stroking her insides while lapping at her sensitive lips. "H-Here," she said, waving the form to Opal.

"Thank you," Opal said and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you need to go to St. Mungo's?"

"No, no, I'm fine," she said, squeezing her eyes shut, then popping them back open. Sweat plastered her forehead and the intensity rose to a boiling point. She didn't want to have an orgasm in front of Opal. Not here, not now. "It'll pass. Gii-IIIVE that to Gregory and I'll che-EH-ck with him later."

Opal nodded and exited the office. Too slowly for Lily's sake. As soon as the door shut, she ripped open one of the desk drawers, grabbed her wand, and aimed it at the door. "Colloportus!" The door's lock audibly clicked, but Opal's silhouette still showed through the opaque glass. Lily pointed the wand at her throat as Harry's tongue went wild, sending her orgasm into a fever pitch. She barely got out the charm, "Silencio!" before she bucked, silently screaming and slumping in her chair.

She pushed away from the desk with heavy feet and Harry crawled out, pulling the invisibility cloak off his head. "That was a bit too close, Mum. You've got to be more careful."

She glared daggers at him from under her messy hair and puffed a strand away. She wanted to tell him off badly, but the charm killed any words in her throat. Harry grinned playfully and kissed her deeply, slipping his tongue in and letting her have a taste of her juices.

"I'll head home early and get our things packed for Hogsmeade tomorrow. Love you."

With that, he disappeared under the cloak, unlocked the door, and left her alone. She reached down, tracing a finger along her slit, and sucked on the tip. As much as she hated to admit it, she did enjoy the sneaking around. Don't you take after us too much, she thought, rubbing her stomach.

The Three Broomsticks was more crowded than Harry expected that Saturday. The staff brought down extra tables and chairs, shoving them in any available spaces possible so that people had to crab-walk with stomachs sucked in to navigate the narrow walkways. Off to the side, Jemma and a familiar red-headed figure waved him over to their table.

" 'Bout bloody time. Took you long enough," Ron said as Harry and Lily squeezed in between him and Jemma.

"It's my fault," Lily said. "Had an ill morning, I'm afraid."

"Where are the kids?" Harry asked.

"Mum's watching them," Ron said. "I swear that woman spoils them. Treats them like darling little angels."

Across the table, Jemma's friends said their hello's to the pair and sipped their butterbeer. On Ron's other side, Hermione was in a heated argument with a wizard Harry vaguely recognized from Ravenclaw during their school days. She paused for a brief breath to say, "Hello, Harry," then went right back into fray.

"She's been like that since he got here," Ron said. "Arguing about how the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures should be doing more for the house elves."

"They should, Ronald!" she said and he raised his hands in surrender, indicating she'd receive no argument from him. Satisfied, she turned back to the other wizard while Ron raised his eyebrows subtly to Harry. He sympathized with his friend. It couldn't be easy being married to someone as driven as Hermione.

He didn't recognize the other couple of women at the table, but nodded at them. "Hi, Harry," another voice said behind Ron's and Hermione's backs. He leaned in his seat to find Ginny smiling at him. Immediately, he felt his mother boring holes into the back of his head.

"Hey, Ginny," he said politely. Lily was right. She was a very attractive woman, with flowing red hair and rosy cheeks dotted with freckles. She turned from him as one of the unknown women asked her a question.

Jemma filled Harry and Lily in on all that had happened since school resumed, her upcoming tests, and that Hagrid sent his regards and that he hoped his favorite trio could drop by for a visit. After a while, Jemma's friends left to go shopping in the village. Hermione finished her debate with the other man and she, Ron, Ginny, and their friends decided to stroll the village too.

"Would you like to come?" Ginny asked.

"We'll catch up with you later," Harry said. She seemed disappointed, but nodded and left. Jemma switched spots with Lily, settling between them. Minutes later, others entered and hogged much of the table again.

"Maybe we should find somewhere less cramped," Lily said.

"Funny you should say that." Jemma glanced at Harry and he caught a mischievous glint in her eye. The same one he often had when he was up to no good. "I was waiting until they all left. I rented a room here earlier. I thought it might be nice to have some time to ourselves." The glint exploded into a full-on sparkling that Harry understood right away. His robes stirred and he shifted his gaze upstairs, hoping for a room in the corner.

Lily hadn't caught on yet, but nodded. "That wouldn't be a bad idea. I could use a lie down."

The three wound their way around the crowds and headed upstairs. Harry checked if anyone he knew was around, but the inn was full of strangers, all interested in their own food, drink, and conversation. They didn't pay any attention to the group sneaking into one of the rooms on the far end and locking the door behind them.

Harry expected the arms slipping around his waist, but he wasn't prepared for Jemma's aggression. She pressed her body against his, pushing him into the door, kissing him hard. "Didn't get enough during the holidays?" he asked.

"Nope," she said breathlessly and tugged at his robes, pulling them off along with his shirt and pants.

"I should've guessed that's why you rented this," Lily said, lowering to the bed and holding her stomach. "You wait until you're pregnant and see how much you can keep up."

"I wouldn't mind that," Jemma said, dragging Harry by the hand to the bed. She sat him down and worked on his boxers, practically ripping them off and smiling at his standing member before her. In a hurry, she flung off her own school robes, blouse, and skirt and knelt before him, both stark naked. Her perky breasts pressed into his thighs like thick, soft marshmallows. "I thought I would be after break, but I guess it didn't take."

"It will," Harry said as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and pumped it. "We just need to keep at it."

She nodded eagerly and licked the shiny purple tip. "Yes, Dad." Then she sank half the length in her mouth, taking it into her practiced throat. Her tongue curled along the underside, sliding back and forth as she bobbed her head. Harry leaned backwards, a hand on her scalp, guiding her speed and adding his own little thrusts.

Lily leaned on his shoulder, watching the display, and Harry pecked her forehead. "Who says you can't keep up with me? You've been doing pretty well. Ah, easy!" he admonished Jemma, who sucked harder. "You're both doing very well."

"Right."

"You are." He reached over to Lily and flipped up the hem of her robes. Like in her office, she was already excited. His fingers hardly had to do any work, as circling them around her clit through her panties was enough to make her shiver. "Why don't you join in? We have the room to ourselves after all."

Jemma popped the length out and rubbed her cheek against it. "Yeah, c'mon, Mum." She reached for Harry's hand, joining him in enticing their mother.

Lily gasped as a pair of mismatched fingers slipped beneath her panties and inside her. "You two are incorrigible." That said, she still pulled off her robes and clothes underneath, and joined them in their nudity. She laid on the bed and Jemma took the head while Harry crawled between his mother's legs. The bed was cramped with three people on it, but Harry and Jemma were flexible enough to fit.

Already, Lily's lips were open and spread for him without any prompting. Harry slid in easily and she gasped. Jemma spun around, facing Harry, and eased her own opening over Lily's mouth. She cooed in delight and her eyes rolled up to the ceiling as she steadied herself. "Oh, yeah, Mum. That feels good."

"I'll say," Harry added. Despite all this time, she was still as pleasurable as the day they first started all this. He plunged inside her, careful not to go too deep or hard lest he harm the baby. He enjoyed the muffled moan beneath their daughter as he slid along the welcoming depths. In turn, that sound seemed to travel up through Jemma and come out as a cry of her own.

Jemma leaned forward, grabbing onto Lily's heavy breasts and enlarged areolae. Harry had a familiar urge to drink from them like he had when she was pregnant with Jemma. He scooped Lily's thighs in his hands, lifting them and smacking their groins together, the wet slapping accompanied by Lily's staccato squeaks.

"Dad," Jemma said, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and heavy lidded eyes focused on him. He bowed forward, meeting her halfway over their mother, and kissed her. This was heaven, absolute heaven for Harry. To have both of them at once, all three of them enjoying each other, was more than he could ever ask for.

He thought he heard a noise outside. But he wrote it off as one of the other patrons. No need to worry about strangers who may have been heading to one of the other rooms to engage in the same activities.

Harry's lips were bruised and numb when he finally broke from Jemma. Lily squeezed him and he winced, trying to hold back. "Mum, hang on. I have to..." he withdrew from her with some difficulty. His reddened cock glistened with the results of Lily's lust and the tip was extremely delicate, as though one stray touch might send a copious load of semen spraying all over the sheets.

Jemma lifted off of Lily with shaky limbs, her core drenched with saliva. Like Harry, blood rushed through her face, down her neck, and throughout her body like a bad sunburn. Lily wiped her messy mouth, looking between them, utterly bewildered why they stopped. Then she spotted Harry's twitching and remembered. "Right," she said.

"And you said you couldn't keep up," Harry said, breathing heavily.

Lily propped herself up against the pillows on the bed and Jemma happily took her place between them. "I almost couldn't."

"Relax. Harry and I can do all the work," Jemma said, kneeling between them on all fours, her head lowered into Lily's groin and her pussy presented to Harry like a scrumptious meal.

He couldn't resist a sight like that. Taking handfuls of her shapely rear, he penetrated her to the base, free of any worries about a developing baby. Instead, he plowed her with reckless abandon, taking immense satisfaction in the difference between the two women. She was tighter, much like Lily used to be before the pregnancy, but in a manner that was fresh. Solely for Harry and his girth alone.

Jemma lapped at Lily, who spread her legs wide. "Right there," she directed her daughter. "A little up. Yes! Keep going there!" She reached behind her, grabbing the headboard and using it to tilt her pelvis up.

Harry leaned over Jemma, one hand wrapped around her body, fondling her breasts. The other found her clit and massaged fervently. He kissed her shoulder, his thoughts swirling back to Jemma's earlier words. How she wouldn't mind getting pregnant. He wouldn't mind either. In fact, that's what he wanted. Wanted desperately to the point that it repeated like a chant over and over. Get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant.

Jemma must've been of the same mind, for she raised her head and moaned. "Fill me up," she said, kissing Harry. "Put a baby in me."

Harry straightened, accepting the mission wholeheartedly, and sank himself into her. If she wanted a baby, by God, he'd give her one. Jemma could barely keep licking Lily as spasms wracked her body. She resorted to fingering their mother and burying her face in the sheets. By then, Lily was already cresting the top of her orgasm and on the blissful slope back to Earth. She clapped her hand over her mouth, stifling her screams. Only Harry remained.

The desire raged in his gut and he pumped harder into Jemma. Almost there. He grabbed one of Jemma's shoulders, holding her in place. Almost! Almost!

He exploded into her, hips refusing to stop, teeth clenching until they hurt. He slammed into Jemma's womb several times, filling her as she wanted until his balls were drained dry. The sunlight in the window brightened for a second, blurring his two girls, then softened.

Harry laid his head down on Jemma's back. None of them said anything, simply recovered from the effort. Harry's eyes drifted around the room, landing on the door and the footsteps thumping around now and then. Patrons in the distance chatted and laughed with one another.

However, he spotted a flesh colored item between the door and the threshold, barely squeezed into the room. It suddenly reeled backwards and through the gap that at first, he wasn't quite sure he'd even seen it. However, it appeared to have been an Extendable Ear.

"Harry?" Lily asked. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." It had to have been his imagination. Who would bother using an Extendable Ear around here, especially with so many people watching? It had to have been something else. A fairy, he reasoned. Or a skewt that got in. He did his best to put it aside and climbed to the head of the bed with Lily and Jemma. They had to budge up close lest one of them fall off. He kissed and embraced them, then watched with pride as Jemma tucked her fingers to her opening, stuffing any stray seed inside.