Harry laid awake on the morning of their baby shower, watching as Hermione slept soundly in bed. Her breathing was even and loose hairs were sprawled across the front of her face. Harry turned carefully onto his side, his eyes glancing over his wife's sleeping form. He reached out and pushed her hair behind her ears. 'She looks beautiful, so at peace.' Harry's eyes raked over her sleeping form, unable to tear his eyes away as he noticed her nipples poking against her white nightgown.
He could feel his cock harden at the sight of his pregnant wife. He inhaled deeply as he shut his eyes, yearning to have her nipple in his mouth. He bit his bottom lip and placed a hand at the base of her nightgown. He carefully pulled it up and over her rounded stomach, placing a chaste kiss atop of the place his unborn children were growing. "Good Morning babies. Today is the day we celebrate you. Your mummy and I can't wait until you both make your arrival." he whispered quietly as his fingers circled against Hermione's thigh.
Hermione was now six and a half months pregnant and they had yet to know the sex of their babies. They had decided after their first ultrasound that they wanted to be surprised, not wanting to know until the day of their arrival. Hermione had thought herself to be the size of a Hippogriff, never wanting Harry to see her naked. Harry tried many a time to reassure her that she was just as beautiful, if not more so than before she got pregnant.
And if Harry was being honest, he hadn't a clue when the last time he made love to his wife. A mischievous glint caught Harry's eye as he propped himself on his knees and carefully hovered over his wife's sleeping form. He bent down his head, placing a chaste kiss against her lips as his hand slipped inside her gown and rested on her breast. He fondled her breast as he trailed butterfly kisses against her neck, causing Hermione to stir in her sleep.
"Mmm... Harry.." she moaned as her eyes fluttered open.
"Morning, love" he greeted as he nipped her neck with his teeth. He felt Hermoine's hand trailing across his bare chest before cupping his face in her hands.
"Someone is rather randy this morning." She laughed, before closing the distance between them.
"Well you're gorgeous, what can I say," Harry replied, his voice sultry. He could feel the heat radiating from his wife's crimson cheeks at his remark.
"Smooth talker." She murmured between kisses. Hermione pulled her husband closer, her fingers intertwined with his raven locks as his tongue traveled across her creamy skin, causing shivers to cascade down her body. Harry removed his right hand from her breast and placed his lips over her hardened nipple, flicking his tongue against it.
A sharp hiss exited Hermione's lips at the feel of him suckling her breast. Her ember eyes rolled to the back of her head as she bit down on her bottom lip, arousal seeping through her knickers at the slightest touch. Blast these damn pregnancy hormones.
Her chest began to rise and fall rapidly, her breathing becoming pants as he pleasured her breast. Her lust for him was intensifying. She needed to feel him inside her soon, otherwise, she might not last much longer.
"Harry, please... I need more," she begged, tugging at his hair. Harry lifted his head from her breast, his emerald eyes burning with desire and passion.
"As you wish." In an instant, Hermione felt her knickers disappear, the cool morning air hitting the lower half of her naked body. She watched as her husband hovered above her, his eyes never leaving hers as he positioned himself between her legs. A smirk appeared across his lips as the tip of his cock grazed her cunt as he inched closer to her before pulling himself away.
"Fucking tease," Hermione growled through clenched teeth, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Who's the randy one now?" her husband replied with a cocky smirk resting on his face and an eyebrow slightly raised. Harry laughed as her eyes sent daggers at him, before pulling his face closer to hers and crashed their lips together. Without a second thought, Harry plunged his shaft deep into her cunt, causing a sensual moan to surpass his wife's lips.
Harry pulled back from their kiss and thrust deeper and faster into her soaked cunt. "You feel fucking amazing love." he murmured as the sound of their bodies slapping one another echoed the room.
"Yes..that's it... R-right there." Hermione breathed feeling the pressure build-up within her as her legs squeezed around his waist. Fire burned in Harry's eyes as he watched his wife arch her back and grip hold of their sheets, listening as sensual moans escaped her lips. A growl escaped him as he gripped hold of her thighs and pounded her harder, faster.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She cried, her body trembling as a wave of pleasure hit her full force. She collapsed against her bed, her heart pounding against her rib cage as Harry continued to fuck her.
"Nearly there, 'Mione." he gritted his teeth as he thrust in and out of her cunt, her inner walls coating his prick with her cum. Not even a few moments later did his legs give out from under him as he blew his load deep within her sex. He pulled his prick from within her and collapsed beside her on the bed and pulled her into his arms as he fought to catch his breath.
Hermione snuggled into his embrace, placing the palm of her hand on his bare chest as she listened to his breathing becoming slow and steady. She glanced at her eyes up at her husband who met her gaze and tilted her head up slightly to place a chaste kiss upon her lips.
"Good Morning, Harry."
Harry let out a small laugh. " Good Morning dear. You excited for your baby shower today?" He asked as he grabbed a hold of her hand, threading his fingers through hers.
"Over the moon. I've dreamt about this day for as long as I can remember. I think the twins are just as excited as I am." Hermione replied, nodding her head to her rounded stomach as she felt the twins playfully kicking. Harry caught her meaning, his emerald eyes beaming as he placed a gentle touch on her stomach and felt his lively twins kick his wife.
"Looks like we have a couple of football players on our hands, don't you think?" Harry chuckled.
"Football? I honestly thought you were going to mention Quidditch."
"Well that too, but before our sons play quidditch they will have an interest in football. I can feel it in my bones."
"Oh, so you think they're both boys?" Hermione smirked, placing her hand atop his.
"Sure do. I have a gut feeling they're both boys."
"I beg to differ. I just know one of them is a girl who will love reading as much as her mummy."
"A girl, huh?"
"Yes, a girl. And I imagine that she will have black hair and green eyes like you." Hermione told him dreamily as she tenderly rubbed her stomach. "What about you? Do you ever think what our babies will look like?"
"All the time," Harry told her as he placed a kiss on her head. "For instance, if one of them is a boy, I imagine him with your hair and hazel eyes, like my father."
"That would be lovely." She whispered as she closed her eyes as images of her babies came to mind. Harry watched as a warm smile crept upon her face, his heart overjoyed and filled with love for her and their unborn children. He couldn't ask for anything more.
"You do know our children are fucked either way in the hair department, right?" He said, causing Hermione to burst into a fit of laughter.
"Merlin I know it. Our poor children won't stand a chance when it comes to their hair." She laughed, making a mental note to stock up on sleekeazy's hair potions when the time came.
"Our poor Phoebus." Hermione scrunched up her nose and winced at the sound of the name. "Phoebus? Why on earth do you think I would allow you to name our possible son Phoebus?"
Harry shot his hands up in the air. "Don't blame me, Teddy picked it out."
"Where in the high heavens would he think of that name?"
"Well seeing as he has spent the last two weekends over here and wanting to watch nothing accept The Hunchback of Notre Dame, both movies back to back mind you, he thought the name for his new sibling was rather cute."
"Of course he did." She laughed, before looking at the time on the nightstand. "Bollocks, we are going to be late for our own baby shower if we don't get up and get ready now." She told him as she sat up and carefully picked herself off the bed.
"He could have picked a worse name you know," Harry mentioned as he scooped up his boxers from the floor.
"Oh yeah? How's that?" he heard Hermoine call from the Loo.
"His next pick was Quasimodo."
The Burrow was absolutely stunning. The front lawn was strewn with balloons, a mix of soft pastel colors of periwinkle, magic mint, pink, yellow and mauve; while the banner hung across the front door that read "Welcome babies" in a peach-colored font.
Out past the garden in the large field where Fleur and Bill's wedding was once held, underneath the same tent, stood a long white table with an arch made of periwinkle, pink and white balloons over top of it. In the center of the table stood a two-tier cake with a golden owl perched in its center. Bouquets of periwinkle and pink flowers sat along both the far sides of the table on a golden tier with pastel cake pops surrounding them in a circle, while plates of baby-shaped cookies sat on white dishes, each dish separated with small party favors for the guests. Next to the cake table sat a variety of finger foods Molly had spent hours prepping the day before including egg salad and chicken salad finger sandwiches, fruit kabobs, veggie sticks in a cup with ranch dressing resting at the bottom, strawberry brownie skewers with chocolate drizzled across them, spinach and artichoke dip pinwheels, and a Parfait Bar.
Karen Granger and Molly Weasley had spent two months planning the party, each adding their own touch of Muggle and Wizarding customs to the baby shower. While Molly had incorporated small paper mauve firebolts and peach owls that were floating magically from the tent, Karen had been in charge of setting up the muggle games for the guess to play, such as Baby Babble, Shite Happens, Diaper Pong, and Pass the Prize with Ginny, Luna, Angelina and Audrey winning the respective games.
In the far right side corner of the tent, Molly had placed a poster board titled 'Place Your Bets' for each of the guests to take their turn on guessing what day the babies would arrive, their weight, and the sex of the babies. Ron, of course, went a bit overboard.
" Nine and ten pounds, Ronald? Have you lost your bloody mind!" Ginny chastised as she overlooked her brother's guess. "She's having twins for Merlin's sake!"
"Oh come off it Gin, It's just for a laugh! Just like I had put down Cassie was going to weigh at least fifteen pounds at your shower." Ron replied with a playful smirk resting on his face, earning a smack to the back of his head from his younger sister.
"You best hope Hermione doesn't see this, otherwise I wouldn't think of stopping her from conjuring up birds after your arse again."
Towards the back of the tent, Karen had set up a 'Decorate A Block' table, where a huge Magic Mint board with mauve letters read ' Decorate a Block: Help the babies learn their A-B-C's and 1-2-3's by decorating a block, Pretty Please!'. Small wooden blocks were scattered about the table with a variety of colored markers laid in a pile in the center of the table.
The wizards that attended were captivated at the wondrous muggle touches the two Witches had incorporated into the one shower. But they couldn't be too surprised, could they? After all the babies were being born into both worlds.
Once everyone was finished playing games and their food was settled, it was time for Harry and Hermione to open the gifts.
"Wow! Are all those gifts for me?" Teddy asked wide-eyed and amazed at how many gifts were stacked neatly on the oblong white table.
"Those are for the babies' love." Hermione gently reminded him as she took hold of his hand.
"Oh." He responded, his shoulders slumping down as he averted his eyes to the ground. Hermione caught sight of the change in her godson's demeanor and carefully knelt down to his level. "Teddy, how would you like to open the presents with me and your dad?" she asked him wholeheartedly.
Teddy's head snapped up, his eyes shining bright as his hair changed from purple to pink. "Really? You'd let me help!" He asked excitedly as he bobbed up and down on his toes.
"I'd be honored if you helped us." Teddy threw his arms around her and placed a quick kiss on her cheek. "Thanks, Mummy." Hermoine blushed at his comment, her heartwarming at the sound of the name he'd come accustomed to calling her over the last course of the year. As Hermione went to stand back up, she felt an all to familiar hand taking hers while the other rested in the middle of her back.
"Nice and easy love," Harry told her as he helped pick her from her kneeling position.
"Thank you, dear." She replied, placing a tender kiss upon his lips before making their way to the center of the tent.
"That was nice of you to offer Teddy to help us open the gifts. Have you noticed what color his hair and eyes are now?" Harry asked her.
"No, last I checked his hair turned pink."
"Take a look," Harry told her, nodding his head in Teddy's direction as they came to Hermione's spot. Her heart fluttered as tears welled behind her eyes. Teddy's once pink hair was now Chestnut brown with slight curls at the end and his eyes were the same hue as hers.
"Oh my.." She whispered as a tear cascaded down her cheek.
"He loves you dearly. Sometimes I think more than me." Harry chortled.
"That's because he loves the countless hours of storytime. He definitely has a knack for learning. Always wants to read when he has the chance."
"He gets that from Remus. Out of him, my father, Sirius, and Wormtail" Harry spoke the last of the names with an eye roll, " He was the one that was more of the Scholar. One of the things he and my mother had in common."
Teddy behaved himself impeccably when helping his godparents' open presents. He would ooh and ahh with the rest of the guests as each of the presents were revealed. George and Angelina had given them at least a year's supply of nappies, Ron and Luna had supplied countless flannels and gifted each of the twins with their very own stuffed creature;a hippogriff and a niffler, Ginny and Draco gave the Dummy's and feeding bottles along with a gold and scarlet blanket with golden snitches on it. Molly and Arthur had given them two sets of handmade blankets for the babies, along with a set of walnut dressers to go in the nursery. Andromeda and Teddy had purchased two Moses baskets, while Audrey and Percy purchased two walkers and a gift basket of baby soap. Bill and Fleur had gifted them, two papooses, so each of them could carry a baby on their back, along with swaddle blankets. To their surprise, Roger and Karen had bought them a black double-sided pram.
"Mum, Dad, you didn't need to buy this!" Hermione exclaimed as she placed her hands on the side of her face. " This must have cost you a fortune."
"Nonsense. These are our grandbabies you're carrying, they deserve to have the best stroll when you're out and about. Right dear?" Roger told his daughter as he waved his hand in the air and looked at his wife.
"Only the best for the babies." Karen agreed with a wink We figured once the babies were born you could embroider their names on their assigned pram with your wands. Hermione pulled her parents into a fierce hug before turning to their closest friends and family.
"Harry and I want to thank you all for coming out and celebrating the twins. We are forever grateful to have you in our lives and we know the babies will adore each and every one of you. I can't thank you enough for the gifts either. I can't wait to get home and put together the nursery." She said delightedly.
"Actually Hermoine, there is still one gift left." Hermoine turned her attention to her husband and looked around on the ground. "I don't see anything. I'm rather sure we got them all." She remarked, raising a brow at her husband.
"Turn around love," Harry instructed as he placed his hands on her shoulders. Hermione looked at him inquisitively, wondering what in the world he was talking about before turning around. She tilted her head to the side, her eyes focused on George, Ron, and Draco who were standing guard. With a nod of Harry's head, the three men slowly walked away. Hermione's hands flew up to her face covering her mouth, her eyes gleaming with tears.
In her view sat the walnut cot she saw in Baby Witch the previous year. Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she slowly made her way towards the cot. The air was quiet, not a sound was made, even from Teddy, as all eyes trailed the mother-to-be. 'I can't believe it. How did he know?' she thought to herself as she reached the cot, wrapping her petite fingers around it's side. She shut her eyes as she bit back a sob. She shook her head side-to-side, letting a single tear escape as she opened her ember eyes, letting out a small laugh of happiness. Laying on the mattress of the crib sat the white blanket embroidered with broomsticks while near the right corner sat the small, stuffed snowy owl.
She felt the presence of her husband as he stood two inches behind her. She quickly turned around and flung herself into his arms, squeezing him tightly. "I take it you like it then?" Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist.
"You have no idea how much I love it. Thank you." She told him, placing both hands on the side of his face and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Catcalls could be heard from their friends and family as the pair continued to kiss.
"Oi, you two! Isn't that the whole reason behind why we are here in the first place!" George teased.
"Yeah, we got babies out here!" Ron chimed in, shielding his seven-month-old son's eyes with his hands. Laughter rang in the air as the pair broke apart, Hermione's cheeks blushing furiously.
"How did you know about the cot? I never told you about it." Hermione asked Harry curiously.
"Well, last week I decided to surprise you with a baby shower gift when one of the shop's employees came up to me and told me that last year he saw you looking at this exact cot. Now they only had this one in stock but they will send me an owl when the next shipment comes in so we can purchase another cot. Figured the twins would need their separate sleeping spaces."
"You never cease to amaze me, Harry James Potter."
"Just as you've never looked so beautiful, Hermione Jean Potter ." Harry pulled his wife close to him and rested his hand on her swollen bump as the pair of them looked out at the crowd of people, smiling happily.