Room of Requirement

Hermione met with Dumbledore that evening. He agreed to let her take her N.E.W.T.s early, and he decided to personally devise a course of independent study for her, so she could receive credit for University. Despite everyone’s protestations, she insisted on sitting her exams early the following morning, and received well over perfect marks without studying or receiving any additional tutelage.

Until graduation, she was now free. She packed away her school things, and Mrs. Granger escorted Ginny and Hermione to muggle London so Hermione could buy some desperately needed maternity clothes. February was rapidly approaching, and her body was changing daily. There was now no mistaking that she was pregnant, and her school uniforms made her look like something out of an after-school special.

Ginny had a blast, vicariously maternity shopping through Hermione. Severus had insisted she not return until she’d really spent some money- he didn’t want her Gryffindor nobility to keep her from getting the things she needed. She picked up two pairs of dark, Seven brand maternity jeans, some Michael Stars t-shirts, and a pair of black pants. She also purchased a black pencil skirt, a black a-line skirt, a fitted black cardigan, and some Nine West mary janes. Ginny picked out a dressy dress for her, and insisted she buy some sexy lace nighties, panties, and bras (in black, of course- she was, after all, the Potions Master’s mistr and and a cute little tankini for her honeymoon.

Ginny and Hermione then paid a visit to a muggle day spa. They got facials and pedicures, and Hermione got a much needed cut and blowout, her hair now pin straight. When the stylist left the room, Hermione had Ginny charm her hair to stay straight until the curls grew back in.

“Thanks, Ginny. I know I won’t have very much time after the babies...” Ginny looked at Hermione and smiled. Hermione reached out for Ginny’s hand and placed it on the now pronounced swell of her tummy. “Do you feel that?” A faint flutter brushed up against Ginny’s hand and she giggled.

“Oh, ‘Mione, you’re so lucky.” The girls left to return to Hogwarts, and Hermione changed in Ginny’s room, wanting to surprise Severus with her new look. She freshened up, and donned a pair of jeans and a very tight white t-shirt. She discarded the too-small bra, wanting very much to be able to breathe at dinner.

“Blimey, ‘Mione, could I borrow those sometime?” They laughed, and Hermione turned to the side, admiring her even-larger-than-usual breasts in the mirror. Ginny wrapped her arm around Hermione’s lower back, supporting it, and they walked down to the Great Hall.

As they approached, Hermione saw Severus walking toward her. When he got close enough to really see her, he stopped, drinking her in. The change in his wife was notable- she really looked like a woman. An exquisite, beautiful, pregnant woman. Her long, slim, low-rise muggle jeans led up to the graceful, round arc of her tummy, the only obvious suggestion of her pregnancy. Her breasts were huge, of course, but perfect. The sheerness of her shirt left very little to the imagination, the silhouette of her nipple clear. A sliver of skin was bare below the hem of her shirt. Her hair hung thickly and expertly cut, pin straight down to her waist. Her face was clean scrubbed, a hint of color in her cheeks and a thick slick of clear gloss over her fuller lips.

“S-so, will we be having dinner in our rooms, then?” he stammered. Hermione laughed at the lack of composure in Severus, normally the epitome of Slytherin sang-froid.

“Whatever you wish... Professor.”