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Hermione stood over the kitchen sink looking out the window of the cottage into the garden. THe sun washed over her face and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Teddy’s laughter from outside floated in the open window and she opened her eyes to see Remus coming across the field with Teddy walking beside him. She smiled happily and lifted the colander of strawberries out of the sink, carrying them to the table. She pulled out a chair and sunk into it with a heavy sigh, running a hand over her stomach. Summoning a knife from the drawer she began slicing the strawberries for the cake she had in the oven.
Remus and Teddy’s voices grew louder as they approached the back door. “Dad, when will Victoire be here?” Teddy chirped.
Remus chuckled. “Not for a few hours Teddy.”
The bottom half of the Dutch door flew open and Teddy burst into the kitchen. “Momma Hermione!” He cried, running up to the table out of breath. “We picked these for you!” He thrust a small bouquet of wild flowers at her.
She put down the strawberry and knife in her hand to take them. “Thank you, Teddy, they’re beautiful.” She reached to wrap an arm around him, pulling him close to kiss his cheek. “That was so sweet.”
She started to stand but Remus laid a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll get it, Love.” He kissed the top of her head, taking the flowers from her.
Teddy bounded up the stairs towards his room. She turned around in her chair, putting her arm over the back to watch Remus. He pulled a vase from under the sink, filling it with water, and putting the flowers in before setting it in the middle of the table. “How did it look?” She asked.
“Just fine.” He assured her. Once a month near the full moon he went to inspect the warding around their property and the small building he usually spent the night of the full moon in.
“So they won’t be here for a few hours yet?” She asked. It was Teddy’s birthday and he’d insisted that he only wanted family for his birthday. As well as Victoire, Bill, and Fleur. The two children were thick as thieves, spending all their time together at the Weasley family gatherings.
“Yes, around five.” He replied.
The family included Andromeda as well as Nymphadora, Charlie, and their daughter Opal. Just after the war, Remus and Tonks had divorced amicably, realizing their relationship had been born of circumstance. But they did well to parent Teddy together. Tonks had married Charlie about two years later. Hermione and Remus had married not quite a year after that. They had all worked very hard to present a united front for Teddy and Hermione felt that they were doing a good job. She loved the boy dearly, as if he were her own.
It was his eighth birthday and she could hardly believe it.
“What are you thinking about, Love?” Remus asked, pulling out the chair beside her and leaning over to kiss her temple.
She resumed slicing strawberries. “Just that I can’t believe he’s eight.” She sighed.
“Don’t you dare say it makes you feel old.” He said with false sternness, that morphed into a chuckle.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” She smiled at him. “Though I think when I finish slicing these I may take a quick nap. I’m exhausted.”
“Of course. Let me finish it in fact.” He said, sliding the knife from her hand and picking up a strawberry.
“If you’re sure.” She said gratefully, standing up from the chair. “Oh! And the cake is in the oven, I set a timer. It’ll need to cool on the…”
“I’ve got it, Hermione. Go on.” He waved her towards the stairs with a chuckle.
She climbed the stairs slowly, passing by Teddy’s bedroom on her way. His door was open as was the window and he laid on the floor reading. She smiled, secretly smug that he largely preferred reading to quidditch, unless he was with James. Much to Tonks and Charlie’s chagrin.
She pushed open the door to her and Remus’s bedroom, sitting down on the edge of the bed and falling back with a grateful sigh. She crawled back to lean against the pillows, summoning the throw blanket at the foot of the bed, and fell asleep with a warm spring breeze floating in the window.
She was awoken by a small hand on her shoulder and Teddy’s soft voice whispering. “Momma Hermione, Dad told me to wake you. It’s four.”
She yawned, stretching out a little. “Thank you, Teddy.” She held her hand out and he took it, perching on the side of the bed. He kicked his feet a little, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. “Is something wrong, Teddy?” She asked, running a hand through his hair.
“No.” He chirped. “I was just thinking about what it might be like when the baby comes.”
She smiled warmly at him. “Well you remember what it was like when Opal was born don’t you?” He nodded. “I expect it won’t be very different.”
He nodded. “I’m excited.”
She sat up pulling him in for a hug, “Me too. Now, let’s get downstairs so I can help your dad make sure everything is ready.”
He nodded excitedly and hopped off the bed, running from the room. She climbed off the bed, moving into the loo to look in the mirror as she braided her hair out of the way.
She found downstairs that Remus had done most everything that needed to be done except putting the cake together, it sat on the rack cooling on the table. He stood over the sink with his sleeves rolled, washing his hands. He turned at the sound of her footsteps. His book lay open on the table with his glasses on top. Looking more closely she saw that it was something work related. She crossed her arms. “You, Bill, and Charlie aren’t going to be talking about work all evening are you?”
“Of course not. You know me better than that.” He grinned, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms as well.
“Mhm.” She walked towards the refrigerator to pull out what she needed for the cake. “Yes I do know you. Which is exactly why I asked.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, love. I am going to finish this bit of reading before setting the table outside. All that’s left is the cake.”
She put her arms over his shoulders. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
“Once or twice.” He smirked.
She set about slicing the cake into layers and filling the layers with whipped cream, chocolate shavings, and the freshly sliced strawberries. Remus sat across the table from her reading and working. His head propped in one hand and taking notes with the other. His brow furrowed over his glasses as it often did when he worked. She looked at him occasionally, the veins of his forearms prominent as he wrote, the top few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, and his hair tousled from running his hand through it.
He was still looking down at what he was writing when he said, “We do not have time for you to be looking at me like that.”
She squeaked in surprise when he looked up at her and raised a brow. Her face heated slightly.
“As much as I appreciate your obvious ogling, I know what’s happening and it’s…” He paused and looked at his watch. “Half four.”
Damn him and his heightened senses. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.” She said primly, suppressing a grin as she arranged the last of the strawberries on top of the cake.
“You’re a terrible liar darling.” He chuckled.
“Am not. It’s only that you can hear and smell things that other people can’t. And frankly it’s unfair.” She crossed her arms.
Teddy bound into the kitchen, dropping his own book on the table. “Dad, can I go outside and get things together for when Victoire gets here? I want to make sure I have time.” He was bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet.
“Alright, but don’t wander too far.” Remus nodded.
Teddy went for the door, pulling his shoes on and running outside. “What is he doing?” She asked.
“Arthur gave him this whole set of muggle games for outside. He told me he wanted to play them with Victoire when she got here.” He explained.
She got up to look out the window over the sink. “Is that croquet?” She stood on her tiptoes to watch as Teddy read what appeared to be directions before sticking the first wicket in the ground.
Remus came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, placing his hands protectively over her stomach. “Mhm.” He hummed, placing a kiss at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
“Should we help him?” She swallowed thickly as his hands slid to her hips.
“I think he can do it well enough on his own.” Remus mumbled, kissing up her neck.
He squeezed her hips briefly before lifting one hand to dip into the top of her dress, cupping her breast. She let her head fall back on his shoulder. “You said we didn’t have time.” A flush covered her chest as his lips roamed over every bit of exposed skin he could get to.
“Shhhh.” He whispered. With one hand still in the top of her dress, lightly fondling her breast because of how sensitive they were, he lifted the skirt of the dress with the other. Running the hand up her thigh, he stopped when he reached the apex of her thighs. A sound that was a cross between a growl and hum came from his throat. “Mrs. Lupin, you seem to have misplaced your knickers.”
“What a terrible shame.” She said with a light and breathy exhale.
“Keep an eye out the window for me, Love.” He directed as his hand worked its way between her thighs. He nudged her feet apart with one of his and she braced her hands on the edge of the sink. As his fingers traced the outside of her entrance, finding her dripping already, he really did growl then. “Such a good girl, always ready for me.” He nipped at her earlobe.
She nodded softly. “Always, Remus.” Since her morning sickness had worn off she found herself horny with an inconvenient frequency. If it was just her it would have been okay. But he could always tell, so it was rather torture for both of them.
“Even if I couldn’t smell you like this all the time, I’d still be tortured. Watching you walk around as your belly has grown, carrying my child…” He drug his fingers from her entrance over her clit, circling softly. “Is enough to bring a man to his knees.” He spoke softly, doing nothing to quell the intensity of his feelings on the matter.
“Remus…” She gasped as he sunk his middle finger inside of her, rubbing her clit with the heel of his hand. She loved him like this, much as she’d been loath to admit her appreciation of his possessiveness in the early stages of their relationship.
He drug his nose up her neck, breathing in deeply. “What is it, Love?”
She had a white knuckle grip on the edge of the sink. “Please…” She moaned, biting her lip in an attempt to silence it.
“Be a good girl now and cum for me. I’ll take care of you again later when we have more time.” He promised as he nipped at her neck. “I plan on getting between your thighs and not coming up for air until you scream.”
With a light pinch to her nipple, combined with a bruising suck to her neck, and firm circles on her clit, she broke with a moan. Her legs shook and he pressed her hips into the counter to hold her upright. Warmth spread through her body as she came around his fingers, her walls fluttering as fast as her heartbeat. “Remus…” she cried and he pulled his hand from the top of her dress swiftly, turning her head to the side to muffle the sound with a kiss.
It wasn’t long after that everyone began to arrive. Remus transfigured the table and chairs as she and Teddy started setting things out.
“Mum!” Teddy cried, running towards the doorway of the kitchen to greet Tonks.
“Hello, sweet love.” She said cheerily. “Happy birthday!” She pulled him in for a hug, squeezing tightly until he made exaggerated noises of displeasure.
Charlie followed her outside, two year old Opal perched on his shoulders. “Hey Teddy!” He said, ruffling his hair.
“Hi Papa Charlie.” He grinned, hugging him from the side and Charlie lowered Opal from his shoulders.
Remus and Tonks had insisted on Teddy calling Hermione and Charlie some form of mum and dad if he wanted and those were the names they’d settled on. Charlie knelt down with Opal and Teddy hugged her softly. Hermione felt tears welling in her eyes at the sight, unconsciously putting a hand on her stomach. “You’re positively glowing.” Tonks said, coming up behind her.
“Thank you. I don’t always feel it.” She laughed lightly, hugging the other woman.
“Believe me I know.” Tonks grinned.
Andromeda arrived soon after, followed by Bill, Fleur, and Victoire. Once Victoire was there, Teddy was lost to them all as they were glued to each other's sides, running around the yard playing the games Teddy had set up.
“‘Ello ‘Ermione!” Fleur waved as she came towards her, carrying a dish of her own. Fleur too was pregnant, though not as far along as Hermione was. She greeted the woman with a kiss on either cheek.
It took not a little effort to get the children to the table to eat. But with the promise of dessert they were swayed. Hormonal as she was, Hermione nearly burst into tears several times throughout dinner at just the sight of her little family. Andromeda sat beside her, rubbing her back fondly and Hermione was grateful to the older woman for being so welcoming of her despite Remus and Tonks’s past.
The sun was going down by the time they’d finished dessert and Teddy had opened all his presents. She loved the back garden at night as it glowed with lights charmed to float in the air, and it was even more special to be surrounded by everyone. Despite his assurances that they wouldn’t talk about work, Remus, Bill, and Charlie did eventually devolve into the discussion. Opal laid asleep in Andromeda's lap while Hermione and the others talked, watching Teddy and Victoire play in the gathering dark.
Everything cleaned up and inside, Teddy hugged her and Remus goodbye after getting his bag from his room to go home with Charlie and Tonks. They stood by the floo to wave him off as well as everyone else.
Remus had an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side to kiss her temple. “Well, Mrs. Lupin, I'd say today was just about perfect.” He hummed into her hair.
“Just about?” She lifted her head and one brow in question.
“Yes well, there was just one more thing.” He said with a nod, then scooped her up into his arms and started towards the stairs, laughing at her look of surprise. In their bedroom he put her on her feet delicately and took her hips. “I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too.” She grinned against his lips.
He bunched up her dress in his hands, lifting it, and she lifted her arms so he could take it off of her. He tossed it to the side and cradled her face in his hands, placing light kisses all over her face before planting his lips on hers. She held the front of his shirt in her hands, dragging him as close as she could. She dreaded the day her stomach got too big to flatten herself against him. He cradled the back of her head softly, his lips moving against hers like waves lapping at the shore. Humming into the kiss he pulled away to kiss down her neck.
Since she’d gotten pregnant he’d become so soft with her during sex, afraid of hurting her or the baby. It was so heartbreakingly sweet, though she did sometimes miss his being rough with her, leaving her bruised and aching for a couple of days afterwards, and with the memory of it.
A cool breeze from the window brushed over her back and she shivered. “Are you cold?” He asked softly, kissing her shoulder.
“I’m alright.” She assured him with a soft smile.
His hands ran over her, large and warm, comforting and familiar and she sighed contentedly into his touch. He cupped each of her breasts, softly brushing his thumb over her nipples. It sent tingles through her and she gave the quietest of moans. “Do you know what I love?” He asked, picking up her hand to kiss her palm and down her arm.
“What?” She asked, running her fingers into his hair.
“You’ve always been so responsive…but now…gods, I can barely touch you and you’re ready to fall into bed. It’s a torment really. Quite inconvenient.” He said seriously. She hummed. “Yes, I have so much to do, but how can I possibly deny you? Deny myself from hearing you, tasting you, feeling you?” He ran his hands down her sides and gripped her bum tightly, his fingers sinking into her flesh and she whimpered.
He leaned over, pulling one nipple between his lips and sucking softly. She was so sensitive she thought she might cum from that alone then he switched to the other side, before going to his knees. Holding the back of her thighs he pressed his forehead against her stomach as he did so often now, pressing his lips just under her belly button. She felt his breath as he whispered softly to the baby and she settled her hand on top of his head.
When he’d finished he looked up at her. “Lay down on the edge of the bed for me, love.” He said, urging her backwards.
Just a couple of short steps back, her legs hit the bed, and she fell into it softly. She propped herself up on her hands, leaning back as far as she could. She also dreaded the day that she wouldn’t be able to see him over her stomach. He lifted one leg over his shoulder, kissing up the inside of her thigh. “You’re absolutely fucking exquisite like this, Hermione.” He nipped at the soft flesh of the inside of her thigh. “In fact I think we should do it again.”
She raised a brow and laughed. “You talk to me in about a year and see if you feel the same way.”
He hummed, dragging his lips up the rest of the way and pushing her thighs apart. She relished in his hunger for her which hadn’t at all lessened in the years they’d been together, if anything it had only grown. She could feel it in the way he handled her, spoke to her, devoured her, and loved her. It was nothing short of euphoria to have Remus’s full attention on her.
He lowered his head between her legs and at the first touch of his tongue she shuddered, giving up on holding herself up. She put one arm over her head and the other hand in his hair. He teased her with his tongue, touching everywhere but where she wanted and needed, taking his time and exploring as if he hadn’t already mapped every inch of her body. He licked into her entrance then dragged his tongue through her folds and settled over her clit with feathery strokes of his tongue. Warmth spread through her body at the sensation and as she slowly began to rock her hips into his face he pushed two fingers in her cunt, bending them up and pressing that spot that made her see stars.
“Remus…” She gasped his name.
“Shh, cum for me, Hermione.” He muttered against her then latched onto her clit with pulsing sucks in time with his fingers.
She broke, her orgasm engulfing her in warmth and rendering her breathless. He lapped at her languidly until the last tremors of her orgasm slowed to a stop and rose to his feet above her. She beamed up at him lazily, reaching.
He chuckled and leaned over to kiss her, “Just a moment, love.” He started unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it from the top of his trousers. Unbuckling his belt, he discarded them as well, grabbing her waist and lifting her up the bed to crawl over her.
As she gazed up at him she felt that her need for him defied all reason and logic, she felt drunk on it, addicted. It was a habit she had no wish to break. His eyes roamed over her hungrily, his ragged breath betraying his otherwise seemingly collected demeanor. “Remus, please I need you.” She begged, gripping his shoulders.
“Needy little thing.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss her first before rolling onto his back.
She shook her head as she rose up on her knees, swinging a leg over to straddle him. “Oh no, Remus Lupin, don’t pretend like you aren’t just as needy as I am. You’re just better at hiding it.” She sunk down onto his cock in one smooth glide.
He grasped her hips, stilling her. “You’re right. I could spend every waking moment buried in your cunt and it would never be enough.”
Her face heated, no matter how often he expressed his desire for her it never failed to make her blush. She rolled her hips, watched his eyes roll back in his head, and took a deep breath, feeling the slow drag of his cock against her walls, filling her so completely. She hummed, planting her hands on his chest for support, she began to ride him, finding a rhythm with her movements. She moaned incoherent words as the pleasure washed through her, the tension building again in her abdomen.
“Fuck, look at you.” He said in a hoarse whisper. “Radiant.” He flattened a hand on her stomach, stroking with his thumb.
She covered it with one of hers, letting her head fall back, delirious with desire. She squeezed his hips with her thighs, her movements becoming more and more erratic the closer she got. He pulled his hand from under hers, reaching between them to circle her clit. “Oh…” She gasped at the firm pressure. “Remus, please…” She whined, her eyes closing tightly as she chased the orgasm.
“Look at me.” He said softly. “I want to see you while you come apart.”
She opened her eyes and looked down. Her handsome husband, the moonlight through the window glinted off the scar on his face, and she leaned forward to trace it with her lips. Sometimes her heart ached with how much she loved him. Her orgasm came over her slowly in waves, radiating out from her center, sending warm tingles through her body. “Oh gods, Remus…” She cried, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes.
He sat up pulling her close and kissing the tears from her cheeks, taking over the movements when she slowed, thrusting up into her. With a hand in her hair and one around her back, whispering. “Shh, you’re perfect. So beautiful when you come apart for me.”
She let her head fall on his shoulder. “Fill me up, please, I want to feel it…” She pleaded.
Holding her tightly he gave a few sharp thrusts and spilled into her with a growl. Warmth flooded her cunt, leaking out around him and she shuddered with a small moan.
He laid back down, pulling her on top of him and rolling to the side without pulling out of her. She tucked her head under his chin, hiking one leg over his hip with a contented sigh. “I’ll never get tired of it.” She said quietly.
“Neither will I, Love.” He said as he kissed the top of her head.
They laid like for a long while, feeling the cool air from the window, until his cock softened and slipped out of her. He extracted himself from her hold to close the window and hand her one of his shirts to wear, she sat up and slipped it over her head. Leaning against the headboard, she watched him move about the room with a grin on her face, chewing on her thumb nail.
“What is it?” He stopped and asked.
She shook her, “Nothing, just thinking about how lucky I am.”
He put a knee on the bed next to her thigh and leaned over to take her chin in his hand. “I’m the lucky one, Hermione.” He kissed her. “Tea and your book?”
“Yes please.” She nodded.
He left the room and returned several minutes later, floating a tea tray, carrying both their books, and having put his glasses on. Once he was tucked in with her, he sat against the pillows, holding his arm for her to snuggle into his side. He levitated his book in front of him as she cracked hers open, pulling her legs up he rubbed a hand over her hip absently with the arm that was around her.
Her tea was left to cool on the side table and she only got a few pages in before she started to drift off to sleep. He delicately lifted the book from her hands, closing it and putting it to the side. The light was turned off and she was only vaguely aware of him moving her down and pulling the blankets up over her. When he pulled her back against him and rested a hand on her stomach, Hermione thought that her life was just about as perfect as it could be.