Keeping it in the Family, Part 2

A/N: Alright, I'm sorry it took so long for me to update, but I'm done with finals until Friday, so hopefully I'll have another one up before then.

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It was the end of exam week. The seventh years were sitting in on their last N.E.W.T. test: potions. Harry looked up from his test to find Ron and Hermione. Ron was hunched over his desk, eyes clouded over as he chewed his bottom lip and rolled his quill between his thumb and index finger. Hermione, he wasn’t surprised to see, was done, though she was looking over each answer in a typical Hermione-ish fashion.

Looking back down at his test, he read the last question to himself: “Which of the twelve uses of dragon’s blood are applicable to potion making?”

Harry breathed a sigh in frustration. When they said cumulative, they really meant it. That was six years ago. Setting down his quill, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, trying to recall all twelve uses.

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Fifteen minutes later, it was all over. With a sigh of relief, he leaned back in his desk as the rolls of parchment were being collected. When they were excused, Harry got up, walking toward the entrance hall to make his way up to the common room. As he got to the stairs, Hermione and Ron were right there with him, not saying a word, until:

“What did you two get on question 43? I’m pretty sure the answer was goat liver, but—“

“Hermione,” Ron interrupted, “remember the agreement? You don’t talk about tests afterwards with us, and we don’t talk about quidditch after the games with you.”

With that reminder, she fell silent, and the walk the rest of the way to the seventh floor was a quiet, tired one.

Entering the common room, Ron and Hermione dropped onto the couch, relaxing while the after-exam party was just getting started. Harry, however, decided to grab a butterbeer and head up to bed. Climbing the stairs to the boy’s dormitory, he opened the bottle and took a long swig, smacking his lips as he brought the bottle back down. Reaching the top, he turned the handle on the door that read “Seventh Years” and opened it. Walking in, he kicked off his shoes, loosening his tie with his hands, tossing everything over by his trunk, not caring where it landed. Now only dressed in boxers and a t-shirt, he took another drink of butterbeer and grabbed his wand, casting a silencing charm on the door so the loud voices at the party wouldn’t disturb him. Pulling the curtains on his bed aside—

—he was surprised to see Adriana lying on his bed, clad in nothing but a pair of dark red panties. Without another thought, he turned around and also cast a locking charm and a muffliato charm on the door, dropping his wand when he finished. Getting up slowly and seductively from the bed, Adriana stood right in front of Harry, reaching her hands out to take off his shirt. When that was accomplished, she stepped even closer and wrapped her arms around his neck as her lips met his, their kiss slow and sensuous. Pressing her body against him, Adriana felt his already hard cock straining through his boxers, and Harry moaned as she pressed her soft breasts up against his chest. With his lower lips between her teeth, Adriana pulled slowly away from Harry, watching his lip stretch until she let go.

“Congratulations, Harry,” She says, quietly. “You’ve made it. You up for some good old graduation sex?”

Before he had even started nodding, her hands had slid his boxers down his legs, his cock springing free on his confines. Taking it in her hand, she gave him a few strokes, causing him to moan before she reached for her own panties and pulled them down as well.

Turning them around, she slowly pressed Harry down on the bed, rubbing his throbbing flesh with her open palm, crawling forward as she did so. When their heads were even again, she pressed her lips against him as she lined herself up with him. She rubbed her crotch up against his a couple times, waiting for the moan that followed almost immediately. Reaching down, she took a hold of him again and pointed it straight up. Raising her hips, she slowly lowered herself onto his cock, feeling it spread apart the outer lips, then the walls of her pussy, inch by inch.

When Harry finally felt Adriana’s smooth legs straddle his hips securely, he gave an appreciative groan and reached to grab her ass cheeks. Giving a couple squeezes, he started lifting her up slowly. Getting the idea, she raised herself off of him. Harry moaned as he felt his cock leave her slick, wet, and tight pussy. When he was almost completely out of her, he pulled her back toward him, thrusting up at the same time, earning a shout of pleasure from Adriana. Repeating this action a couple more times, they soon got a fast rhythm going, Harry meeting her thrusts down with a thrust of his own. If anyone had been anywhere near the room, and the silencing charm down, they would have easily heard the moans and groans of two people nearing the height of sexual pleasure. The sounds of their skin slapping against each other became a wet sound as sweat started to coat their bodies.

“Oh, God, Adriana, I’m going to cum, ohhhh…” Harry trailed off as she gyrated her hips above him, letting him experience a whole different feeling. Reaching up to grab her breasts, Harry kneaded them fiercely as he began his climax. All of a sudden, he exploded, his vision almost going black as his cock throbbed and he released his warm fluids inside of his sister. By the time he was almost completely spent, Adriana began her orgasm as well. Seizing up in pleasure, Harry felt her pussy clench around his cock, trying to coax out any cum he hadn’t already given up. Her face was a mask of pleasure, her mouth open in a perfect “O” shape, her eyelids fluttering as she gave a feminine, high pitched moan of contentment. By this time, Harry was still lightly stroking her breasts. Every time his thumbs grazed a nipple, she shivered in pleasure, the little nubs still oversensitive from her orgasm.

When Adriana recovered from her orgasm, she nearly fell forward against Harry in exhaustion. He caught her, holding her against him gently.

Looking at him sweetly, she began tracing little patterns on his chest with her fingers.

“That was amazing, Harry,” she said, with a lazy smile.

“Back atcha.”

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Back downstairs, the party was still in full swing, the music up loud, people eating, talking, dancing, and being generally happy. Ron and Hermione had moved from the couch to one of the tables with the food. Sitting in a chair with its back to the wall, Hermione was in Ron’s lap, and they were sampling all the different foods, Hermione often feeding Ron because he was unable to lean over to get anything. She figured it was the least she could do.

However, after about ten chips, all of Hermione’s fidgeting was starting to get a reaction out of Ron, despite all of his efforts to keep it down. His hands reached up to still her wiggling hips as she reached for a pumpkin pasty.

Startled, Hermione stopped, looking at him in confusion.

“Hermione, you need to stop moving so much, it’s driving me crazy,” he whispered in her ear. To accentuate his problem, he jerked his hips slightly so that his bulging trousers brushed against the back of Hermione’s thighs.

Hermione put a hand to her mouth in surprise at the feeling. Looking a little embarrassed, she said, “Oh, I’m sorry Ron.” Lowering her voice to a whisper, she continued, “It’s just that I was getting a little worked up, watching those two over there.” She made a subtle pointing gesture in the direction of one of the armchairs, where it seemed a couple of fifth years were permanently attached at the lips. It even looked as if the guy had his hands up her shirt, because…yes, right then, there was small movement right at the spot where her left breast should be.

“You know…” Ron said, “now that we’re so worked up, you want to…you know.” And he jerked his head in the direction of his dormitory, his eyebrows arching suggestively.

“Ron, we can’t do that. Harry’s up there trying to get some sleep. We don’t want to bother him. How about right here?”

Ron’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really? You think anyone will notice two 7th years having wild sex in the common room?” he asked sarcastically.

“Silly, that’s why we have to be careful. It’s a good thing I’m wearing a skirt today.”

Without hearing any more complaints from Ron, she told him to scoot the chair closer to the table, which he did. Moving back on his lap, she reached for his fly, which she unzipped quickly just incase anybody thought they heard anything. Reaching her hand in, she carefully extracted his semi-hard cock. Quickly taking her weight off of him, she pulled her panties down her legs, quickly stuffing them in Ron’s pocket. Sliding forward again, she stopped when she felt his hardness touch her lower belly. Closing her legs, Ron’s eyes fluttered shut as he felt her warm thighs surrounding him. He let out a little gasp as she crossed her legs, bouncing one over the other, effectively giving Ron short little strokes along his shaft. After she got his cock completely hard again, she reached for another chip. As she slowly got up, she made sure her skirt didn’t show any of Ron’s crotch. Grabbing a couple chips, she lowered herself back down a couple of inches, suddenly feeling the tip of Ron’s cock against her pussy. When she felt him just in front of her opening, she sat back down quickly.

The speed at which his cock entered her pussy made both teens shudder and almost shout in pleasure. Looking back at him, she offered him one of the chips, which he grabbed with his teeth. He had trouble swallowing it, however, when Hermione fidgeted on his lap once again, making his cock slide around inside of her.

Knowing they wouldn’t be able to move much, Ron carefully slid one hand around Hermione, keeping it under her skirt the entire time. Coming up in front of her, his finger found her clit, and she gasped a little and grabbed the table for support as pleasure shot through her body.

As her clit was being rubbed quickly, Hermione began to give little uncontrollable jerks with her hips. Once again gaining the upper ground, Ron reached for something sweet and sticky on the table in front of them, holding it in front of Hermione’s mouth. She leaned her head forward to eat it, but before she started chewing, she sucked on Ron’s fingers, which had a little melted chocolate on them. It was one of the most erotic things he’d ever felt.

‘Merlin, this woman is going to kill me,’ he thought, as her tongue twirled around his finger.

Finally letting go, she started chewing the candy, trying to swallow it. Putting his head right next to hers, he whispered in her ear, “Does it turn you on, knowing that we’re having sex in the middle of the common room, and no one else can tell?” She nodded quickly, making a “Mmhmm” noise with her throat.

“I need you to cum for me baby,” he continued, “Can you do that? I won’t be able to cum until you do, since we can’t move too much.” He gave a little thrust with his hips, shoving his cock just a little farther inside of her, at the same time pressing down hard on her clit. Her head relaxed for a moment as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, and she made a little noise that was half-way between a purr and a moan. Anyone that had seen her might have thought that she found a certain candy unbelievably good. As suddenly as it started, however, she recovered, and her eyes went wide as she came, the walls of her pussy clenching around Ron. Ron’s face scrunched in pleasure at the feeling, but he was still unable to cum. He kept rubbing his fingers against Hermione, trying to get her worked up again.

“Hermione,” he whispered, “you need to cum again, I didn’t quite make it.”

Exasperated, she leaned into him. “You think I didn’t notice? Here.”

She rose up off of him partially, grabbing some more food, but she kept her hips hidden from everyone else as she started to move her lower body quickly up and down Ron’s shaft. As she did, she clenched her pussy around him, hoping he would cum soon.

She got her wish within about 10 seconds. She felt him start to swell inside of her, so she sat back down, twisting herself on his lap to make it look like she was getting more comfortable. In fact, she was getting pretty close to another orgasm herself, and when she felt Ron finally shoot his cum deep into her pussy, she came again, tightening around his throbbing cock. Leaning back against him, she relaxed as she felt herself be filled with his hot seed.

When Ron had finished, they didn’t move until his cock was completely soft, allowing Hermione to stand up. Ron quickly shoved his cock back in his pants, zipping his fly before standing up as well, grabbing some more food and another butterbeer.

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Three weeks had passed since that evening, and the Golden Trio’s education had finally come to an end. Ron and Hermione had rented an apartment just outside London, and were living together. Hermione had gotten a job at the Ministry (Ron was pretty sure it had something to do with magical creatures, but he always forgot exactly what), and Ron had somehow managed to get a spot on the Chudley Cannons, With Harry’s help.

Harry was living at Grimmauld Place still, not really knowing what else to do. He was also jobless, though not by lack of opportunity. He had a stack of papers on his desk about an inch thick of job offers which he had yet to get through completely.

Adriana was also staying at Grimmauld Place, though only for the summer, since she had to go back to Hogwarts for another year before she graduated.

The second week of summer brought surprising news for Harry. It was dinner time, and they were eating something that Harry had never heard of before, but it was extremely good. About the time he was halfway into whatever it was called, Adriana dropped a bombshell.

“Harry, I’m pregnant.”

The bite that he was about to eat hung in front of his mouth for a second before his hand couldn’t hold the weight anymore, and the fork fell to the plate.

Harry looked across the table into Adriana’s eyes. His adams apple was making hasty movements up and down his throat.

“Really?” He asked, not daring to believe it, almost hoping it was a joke.

“Yeah, really, Harry. I missed my period, and I’ve been throwing up almost every morning.”

“Whe--?” His voice was high and scratchy. He cleared it before continuing.

“When?” He tried again.

“I think it was the night, you know…graduation?” She said hesitantly.

Harry gave a small smile and his eyes glazed over a bit, remembering the night.

“Harry? Harry!” Adriana started snapping her fingers in front of his face. “Look, I know that it was amazing, but we have to think about this. The baby will come in February most likely, right in the middle of school. I don’t want to look like some whore who got knocked up and just has to deal with it.” A few tears started to fall from her eyes, and Harry reached across the table to hold her hand in his, consolingly.

“Okay, don’t worry, it’s not a big deal. We can just put some concealment charms on you, and no one will know. And we can keep the visits to the hospital wing a secret, and then, when you give birth, we can just keep the baby here.”

Harry was surprised to see that the tears didn’t stop. However, a couple seconds later, she smiled. They both seemed to get up from their chairs simultaneously, quickly wrapping one another in a big hug, Harry rocking Adriana back and forth comfortingly.

“Thank you so much.” Adriana said, her words somewhat muffled by Harry’s shoulder.

“No problem.” And then the realization finally struck him. “I’m going to be a father,” he said incredulously. “I don’t believe it.”

Pulling back, Adriana said, “Well, it’s not like you haven’t done that before, I mean…” and she gestured at herself to emphasize her point.

Grabbing her into his arms again, he said, “But that was different. I never saw you being born, I never had to raise you. I’ll have to do all those things now.”

Releasing her from the hug, he got down on his knees and pulled the bottom of her shirt up, showing her belly. He kissed it right below the belly button and said, “Hey there, baby, I can’t wait to see you.” Looking up at Adriana, he continued, “And I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispered back. Harry decided that he wasn’t done kissing her belly however, and started up again, getting all over the place. Suddenly, he gave her a big raspberry, right on her belly button, and she gave a cackling laugh. He gave her another one, and she used her hands to move his head away.

“Okay, okay, stop, that tickles,” she said, somewhat out of breath.

“Alright, I’ll stop if you want me to,” Harry said, and slowly moved his hands from her legs up to the front of her jeans, where he undid the top button, looking back up at Adriana as he began to unzip her fly, giving her another kiss over her now exposed panties. Pulling her pants down a little farther, he got a chance to also pull down her panties. As her bare pussy came into view, he smiled, planting another kiss over it. Adriana threaded her fingers through Harry’s hair, arching her head back as he flicked his tongue across her skin. Going a little lower, his tongue reached for her slit, touching it gently and dragging back up, running over her clit as well.

Adriana shuddered in pleasure, a little moan escaping her lips as a huge shockwave passed through her body at his touch. Pulling him back up, she pressed her lips firmly against his. Pulling back, she gave him an almost desperate look.

“Bedroom, now.” She demanded.

Grinning like a little kid, Harry grabbed her hand and dashed upstairs.

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The nine months went by very slowly for Harry. After about the third month, he went through his job offers again and found one for the Cannons.

Well, that’ll be pretty cool. I’d be on the same team as Ron again.

Luckily for Harry, quidditch sped up the time significantly. They practiced almost every day for hours at a time, and he was almost always traveling for games. Finally, it was February, and when Harry got the urgent Floo message, he rushed to Hogwarts, finding that Adriana was already in labor.

A couple loud and sweaty hours later, it was all over. Adriana held Katie in her arms, a new little person in a bundle of blankets. Surprisingly, she had dark red hair, unlike her parents, who were as dark black as you could get. Harry thought that she was quite possibly the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Knowing that Adriana had class the next day, when she fell asleep, he took their daughter with him back home. When he got there, he put her in a small room next to his, where a crib laid waiting for her. After he put her down and left the room, he called Dobby.

“Yes, Harry Potter? What can Dobby do for you?” He said after he appeared with a crack.

“Dobby, I need you to take care of Katie while I’m gone for quidditch and stuff like that. Think you can handle a baby?”

Dobby looked almost affronted when Harry asked him. “Of course, sir! Dobby has taken care of many babies in his time. It will be no problem, sir.”

“Alright, Dobby, thanks. Well, I need to get to bed. I’ve got an early practice tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Harry Potter, sir.”

“’Night, Dobby.” And Harry went to his room and collapsed on his bed, after a very, very long day.