The newlyweds spent a week in Paris, taking an autobus to all the historical landmarks and sites Hermione had been eager to show him since they had arrived. Their first stop was the Cathedral of Notre Dame, the towering 13thcentury cathedral with flying buttresses and gargoyles. Hermione, her face full of awe, explained to him that this cathedral was the inspiration for Victor Hugo's novel, The Hunchback of Notre Dame and nearly twelve billion people visit annually.
'Leave it to Hermione to turn our honeymoon into a learning opportunity.' Harry thought to himself silently, chuckling at the enthusiasm radiating from his wife as she pulled his hand, tugging him in all directions. Next was the Louvre Museum, a former historic palace housing a vast art collection, from Romanian sculptures to Leonardo Davinci's "Mona Lisa", followed by Sacre-Coeur, a Roman Catholic Church and minor basilica.
"Did you know this is the second most visited landmark in Paris? And its basilica stands at the summit of the butte Montmartre, the highest point in the city." Hermione explained, as Harry gazed upon the structure, his eyes wandering over the travertine stoned building. Sitting on the portico, with its three arches, ornamented by two equestrian statues of the French national saints Joan of Arc and King Saint Louis IX, both executed in bronze.
Harry had to admit, he quite enjoyed learning about each of the landmarks he and Hermione had visited throughout the day. He laced his fingers through hers, bringing the back of her had to his lips as he placed a tender kiss.
They returned home the following weekend, seeing as they promised to be back in time for Ron and Luna's pending nuptials. Shortly after the ceremony, Ron had pulled Harry and Hermione to the side, giving them rather abrupt news.
"You're moving?" Hermione asked, a hint of sadness lurking in her eyes. Harry wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulder, his face mirroring his wife's features.
"Mate, you don't have to move out. There's still plenty of space for the four of us."
Ron smiled, placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I appreciate that, Mate. But, I think it's best for me to move, seeing as I'm a married man now, ya know? Besides, within the next year or two there will be sprogs running amuck and I think for my sanity I don't want to hear the practicing."
Hermione's cheeks turned crimson, while Harry tried to stifle a laugh. "I best make sure to send Luna a list of your favorite meals then, eh? Make sure you don't starve to death."
"Damn right you will." Ron told him, pulling his two best friends into a warm embrace. "Thanks for coming. I can't tell you how much it means to have friends like you."
"Oh Ronald." Hermione sobbed, her arms becoming tight around her best friends neck.
"Easy there, love. You might not want to suffocate him on his wedding night, otherwise Luna might need to find another bloke to settle her needs." Harry told his wife, earning a playful punch.
"Fuck off, Harry." Ron chortled, his eyes lingering past Harry's shoulder as he gazed upon his wife who was talking with Fleur, Angelina, and Ginny. "You two take care of each other, ya hear me?"
Hermione and Harry looked at one another, a half smile sitting on the corner of their lips, nodding their heads in agreement to their best friend before he bid them goodbye, and began to dance with his wife. The following week, Ron had moved out of Godric's Hollow and into a two-bedroom, two-bath home Luna's father had purchased for them as a wedding present.
Over the next couple of months, letters to the ministry regarding the marriage law had subsided, seeing as everyone had been paired off and married whether they liked it or not, as they feared becoming obliviated.
On all Hallows Eve, Draco and Ginny had announced they were pregnant with their first child and were due in July. Arthur, George and Ron felt like throttling Draco at the sound of him impregnating Ginny, and probably would have succeeded if Molly hadn't stunned them, telling them to get over all the animosity that once plagued both families, and to rejoice that their family was growing.
Once November rolled around, George and Angelina announced the sex of their baby, a little girl. Molly had been over the moon, pulling her son and daughter-in-law into a bone crushing hug, before immediate thoughts of planning the baby shower came to mind. The following Christmas, Ron and Luna announced they were pregnant, and due in August. Ron and Luna turned their attention towards Harry and Hermione, asking them to be the godparents of their unborn child.
"Are you serious?" Hermione beamed, pulling Luna into an embrace as the blonde laughed lightly.
"Of course, I'll be your sprogs Godfather." Harry replied, clapping his best mate on the back. " I'll Make sure to have a stocked kitchen ready by the time the kid turns five."
"We see how the two of you are with Teddy, and we couldn't think of better parents if something were to happen to either one of us." Luna explained; Hermione's heart touched that her best friends thought that much of her. All her worries of motherhood were becoming less frequent as the months went on, her heart fluttering each time she watched Harry interact with young Teddy.
At the end of January, Harry graduated from the Auror Program as a full-fledged Auror, while Hermione graduated from an intern to a resident at St. Mungo's in the Pediatrics' department. Even though they had spent the last four months focusing on their careers, marriage life had become them. Once a week they'd pick a night and go out on a date, not one word of the marriage law or work penetrated their thoughts as they enjoyed their time with one another.
One evening, while they were settled in the living room, Hermione's legs hung over the arm of the couch while her back was rested against Harry's chest, his broad arms wrapped around her stomach as his head rested atop hers. "What would you think of us trying for a baby?" he asked her softly. Hermione marked her page, snapping the book shut as she swung her legs off the arm of the couch, sitting up from Harry's chest as she looked into his eyes.
"Y-You want to try for a baby?"
"Why not? We both have graduated from our programs like we wanted, we have two extra rooms, besides for Teddy's when he's here. Our schedules are now more flexible than they have been in the last couple years."
Hermione bit the bottom of her lip, butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach as she listened intently to Harry's reasoning for wanting a baby. Harry's eyes glanced over her, knowing full well her mind was racing a mile a minute, debating on whether it was the right time for them to bring a child into the world.
She tilted her head, her expressions softening. She placed a gentle hand on the side of his face, her thumb caressing his cheek as she leaned forward on her knees, closing the distance between them. Her lips tenderly brushed against his, shivers cascading down her body at his touch.
He kissed her back, his hands cupping her face as he deepened their kiss, his tongue running along her bottom lip seeking entrance. He could feel a smile resting on her lips as she obliged, their tongues massaging against one another. Harry's arm stroked the sides of her arms, tingling sensations spreading from her head down to the tips of her toes. Her hands flew from his face and into his hair, her petite fingers raking through his raven locks.
Harry pulled back from their kiss, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath becoming heavily. "I take that as a yes." He rasped, gently biting the bottom of her lip.
"What do you think?" she cooed, her breath tickling his ear. Without another word, he scooped his wife into his arms, aparating them into their bedroom.