Pregnant

Hermione love, come here!" Sirius bellowed from the front entry way of their townhouse. Hermione sighed, put down her application for the College of Merlin, University of Oxford, and walked downstairs to the foyer. Sirius was practically dancing in place, he was so excited.

"Sirius, what on earth has gotten into you?" Hermione asked in surprise. He grinned at her and grabbed her hand.

"Come on, kitten," he said, a wide grin on his face. He pulled her out the door and down to the sidewalk. "Isn't it the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? Well, not as beautiful as you are, of course, but still."

"It's a motorbike," Hermione said faintly, staring at the bike that Hagrid had used to save Harry as a baby and as a teenager.

"Yeah! Isn't it great!" Sirius began to wax lyrical about his motorbike and Hermione listened with half an ear, staring at the vehicle parked outside her home. She started when he said something and turned to glare at him fiercely.

"You are not taking my nephew up in this thing, Sirius! Certainly not until he's old enough to go to Hogwarts," Hermione said firmly, a steely glint in her hazel eyes. He grinned unrepentantly.

"Yes, dear," he said cheekily and kissed her soundly.

"Sirius!" Hermione shrieked, blushing wildly. Ladies did not comport themselves on public streets like this, it just wasn't done. He laughed and dragged her into the house and shut the door, where he proceeded to kiss her much more thoroughly. He was nibbling on her neck and she bit her lip while she thought to herself. "You've got notice-me-not charms on the motorbike, yes?"

"Course, love," Sirius murmured as he tugged her bodice down so that he could give his regards to her magnificent breasts.

"Ooh, and, um, safety charms, too?" She panted in his ear. Sirius pulled back and frowned at his wife.

"Yes, Hermione why do you ask?" Sirius asked her with a frown. Hermione blushed a dark red.

"I wondered if you would take me up on it," she whispered softly. Sirius frowned, thinking, then he grinned wickedly at his pretty wife.

"Oh, really?" he purred at her. "What a naughty, naughty kitten you are."

Within minutes, Sirius had completely divested his wife of her clothes and proceeded to shag her rotten on the floor of their foyer. After a quick shower and new gown, as the previous one had been literally ripped off of her body, Hermione was sitting on Sirius' motorbike with his firm body pressed against her. He started the engine and drove down a blind alley, which allowed him to take the bike into the air. Hermione felt very wicked, as her gown was bunched up to allow her to straddle the bike and the gown had been pulled up to her knees.

They were flying somewhere over the English countryside, but Hermione honestly couldn't have told you where. She turned carefully in Sirius' arms so that she was facing him and smiled shyly. He grinned at her and pulled her closer against him until she could feel something distinctly hard pressing against her. She freed him from his trousers, her small hands encircling him and he groaned in her ear. She'd been thinking ahead and had skipped knickers all together as not working for this scenario. With just a bit of maneuvering she managed to impale herself on him and he whimpered as she wriggled in his lap. Once she found a comfortable position she began to move against him, and Sirius was profoundly grateful that it would be almost impossible to crash this thing because the very last thing he was thinking about was driving properly. No, he was thinking instead that the exhilarating feeling of flying, coupled with the incredible feeling of being inside Hermione was possibly the best feeling ever. He pulled her head down and kissed her passionately, his tongue dancing with hers, his hands pulling her bodice down so that he could fondle her breasts. She moaned in his mouth and he thrust up against her, causing her to moan even louder. It was hours before they returned home, sweaty, mussed and satiated.

Several weeks later, Hermione was humming to herself as she went through her correspondence. She stopped suddenly and dropped her pen on the desk, her fingers gripping the side of the desk in her hands.

"Father, why are all those people staring at us?" Draco asked Lucius quietly. Lucius glanced about and noticed that Draco was correct. "And why did those people bow to Aunt Hermione earlier?"

"Ah, well, that would be one of problems of having a war hero as your godmother," Lucius drawled as they walked together through Diagon Alley. Hermione snorted indelicately next to them.

"And a war hero as a father, don't forget," Hermione added.

"The people who bowed to your Aunt Hermione were some of her milites," Lucius explained calmly. Draco thought about that for a minute and then turned to his godmother.

"Does that happen all the time?" He asked her curiously.

"Not as much anymore," Hermione said with a slight smile. "Most people respect my space because I never go out in public without a milites or two in tow. We learned that after the war, and I believe now they have some sort rotation roster. Is that not so, Lucius?"

"It is," Lucius said coolly.

"Father, here's the jewelry store," Draco pointed out.

They had ordered a matching bracelet set for his mother and his little sister, Carina. Aunt Hermione had come along to make sure that he and Father didn't do anything in poor taste. Draco didn't think that his father was capable of doing anything in poor taste, but Father said it didn't do to argue with Aunt Hermione, especially when Mother supported her, which was almost always. Father also said that a man's lot in life was a difficult one, but one had to soldier on under the burden to the best of one's ability. Mother had smacked him on the arm for that, but Draco had seen her smile.

"What do you think, Hermione?" Lucius asked her, and she looked at the matching bracelets with a smile.

"I think they're beautiful and I know that both of your ladies will love them," Hermione said firmly. Lucius turned to his son.

"What do you think, Draco? Will our ladies be pleased with us?" His father asked gently, a slight smile lingering on his lips. Draco looked critically at the bracelet set.

"I believe so, Father. Carina will only care that it came from you, and that Mother has one that matches," Draco said with a long-suffering sigh that made his Aunt Hermione smile. He quirked a brow at her the way he'd seen his father do, and her smile grew wider.

"I'm sorry, Draco, I'm not laughing at you. It's just that you remind me of my brother and me. It brings back memories," Hermione explained. Then she looked at Lucius and smiled gently. "You'll have to excuse your father as well. He wasn't sure that there would ever be a Carina to spoil rotten, and occasionally he goes overboard. It will be up to us to make sure he doesn't buy her a stable full of unicorn ponies or an island or what have you."

Hermione gasped for air, her heart racing as it normally did when she had a vision. Was that a probable future or a possible future? She knew that Narcissa longed for more children, and she knew that her friend would adore a little girl just as much as she adored her son. Lucius was afraid to hope right now, but she knew that he, too, would welcome another child. So for them, for her friends, she hoped that this was a probable future. She occasionally had flashes of far future, but those were much rarer. Gloswinda Gryffindor had been unusual in her ability to have so many visions of the far future. The only thing she knew about the far future was that one of her nephew Harry's great-great-great-great(you get the idea) granddaughters had inherited the Seer's Gift. She was a beautiful girl, and she attended a Druidic college to hone her skills. Hermione couldn't help but be proud of the girl every time she saw her.

Speaking of children…

Were we?

Well, in a manner of speaking.

I am so confused right now.

I just thought I should tell you, we're not alone in here anymore.

We're not-oh! Really? How do you know?

Ever since…that day…I've sort of kept an eye on…you. Just in case, I mean.

And now we're not alone?

No.

Is it…can you tell yet?

Two. Twins. Aw, come on, no crying! I thought this would make you happy!

I AM happy!

Right. Are we going to tell anyone?

Not just yet. I don't want to have everyone staring at every breath I take. What is it the muggles say?

Muggles say to not get your hopes up until after the first trimester. Miscarriage could occur at any time for a multitude of reasons, the majority being some sort of abnormality in the development of the fetus.

How much longer do I have then?

Two more months and then it will be safe to tell everyone, but I recommend telling Sirius now. They're his, too.

The majority of Aurors may have been surprised to see a flushed Hermione tear through their department, but they didn't say anything. Sirius had just gotten done with training a group of Auror trainees, and he felt particularly sweaty and disgusting, but he ignored all of that when he saw Hermione run down the hall and stop several feet away from him. She was panting from running, and she stopped to catch her breath. Then she turned and looked at him with a fierce joy in her hazel eyes and he knew. He whooped loudly and grabbed her, swinging her in a circle. He kissed her soundly and ignored the shocked noises his trainees were making.

"Hey, Sirius, do you have the—oh, for the love of Merlin! Do you have to defile my sister in the middle of the Auror Department?" James asked digustedly.

"Shut up, Prongs," Sirius said firmly, his wife tucked against his side. James glowered at his friend and then turned to his sister.

"I thought your honor guard didn't let you out of their sight," James groused.

"We don't," Regulus said firmly, as he strode through the Auror Department, ignoring the looks he was getting. "Hermione, dear, you almost gave Rabastan an apoplectic fit. I got the most frantic floo call I've ever received in my life."

"Sorry," Hermione said with a small smile. Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What is rule number one?" Regulus asked in a tired voice.

"My safety is paramount," Hermione recited obediently.

"And rule number two?" Regulus asked her in that same tired voice. Hermione flushed slightly.

"Never go out alone," she said quietly. Then she looked up at Sirius who was watching his brother with amusement. "I'm not though. I've got Sirius."

"I suppose he counts," Regulus said grudgingly.

"I'll say I bloody count," Sirius growled at him. "And I want you to increase your guard on her. Double it."

"Double it?" Regulus said in surprise. Then he looked shrewdly at his brother, who'd just received an exasperated look from Hermione. His eyes widened. "Of course, Sirius. I'll call the other lieutenants right away."

"What? What am I missing?" James demanded.

"Never mind, Jamie," Hermione said.

"No, whenever Regulus gets that look in his eye, there's something up, so what is it?" James insisted.

"Nothing," Sirius lied through his teeth. "My beautiful wife has just come to kidnap me for wild, uninhibited-,"

"Stop!" James shrieked, covering his ears and glaring at his best friend.

"Come along, kitten," Sirius said, looking at her with smoldering eyes. "I'm going to take you straight home, and tuck you into bed."

"I'm not listening to this," James snapped and he stomped out of the office. Hermione smiled. Her brother had grown up quite a bit, but he still couldn't stand to hear the words 'sex' and 'Hermione' in the same sentence.

"Well, that got him out of the room, anyway," Sirius said with a grin. "All right you lot, you're dismissed for the day. I'm going to take my lovely wife home and I'll see you all tomorrow."

I've got to go talk to Severus and Lucius," Regulus muttered to himself. He paused and looked at the both of them. "Congratulations, by the way."

"Thank you," Hermione said quietly. "Please try to keep it as quiet as possible…just in case."

"Of course, domina," Regulus said, performing a small bow, and left them alone in the training room. Sirius looked with some concern at his wife.

"Are you worried, kitten?" Sirius asked cautiously. Hermione shrugged, and Sirius hugged her tightly. "It will all be okay. The baby will be fine, I'm sure."

"Babies," she whispered. Sirius blinked for a moment.

"What, twins?" He asked. She nodded against his shoulder. "Oh, kitten. I promise you, I won't let anything happen to you or them."

"You can't make promises like that, Sirius," Hermione whispered. Sirius snorted.

"I can," he said arrogantly. He cupped her face in his hands and stared at her. "I promise you, Hermione. I won't let anything happen to you or to our children."