Broken Smile

Broken Smile

Hermione finally had graduated Hogwarts; she took her NEWTs in June.
At the being of July, Hermione only had two more weeks to go before her due date. Everyone kept making a big fuss over her but she didn’t seem to mind.

Hermione lay in a cool bath on a hot July evening. She massaged her now very large stomach, thinking about everything and anything. She was becoming nervous about the delivery; she listened to Molly’s stories of child labor, which scared her more then failing a test had done in her first year.

A light knock came to the bathroom door. “I’m almost done, Charlie,” Hermione called from her own little world. The door clicked as it opened; Charlie wore a pair of gray shorts and a white T-shirt showing off his muscled arms. He caught her eye trail and raised an eyebrow.

“The lady likes what she sees,” Charlie said, kissing his biceps. Hermione laughed at him and shook her head. “I’ve seen better in my time,” she said as Charlie put down the toilet lid and sat down.

Charlie and Hermione had grow closer; she spent almost every night in Charlie’s bed but they hadn’t been intimate yet, especially now because of her pregnancy being so far along.

“How’s my favorite girl?” Charlie asked.
“She’s very fat,” Hermione answered, looking down at herself.
“Yeah, I’ve notice that,” he joked; Hermione splashed him with water.
“It’s so hot,” she said, noticing the light layer of sweat on Charlie skin, the thought of which made her nipples erect. “I know; I miss winter,” Charlie replied.

Hermione looked at Charlie shyly and bit her bottom lip. “Why don’t you get in?” she offered, not quite meeting his eyes. Charlie looked at her; he crouched down by the tub. “Are you sure?” he asked, not wanting to do something she wasn’t ready for. His raised her chin and smiled; she returned his smile and nodded.

Charlie stood up, pulling his T-shirt over his head; Hermione couldn’t help but look. His chest was quite muscled with lots of freckles; she had seen his chest hundreds of time but still her heart would give a little flip every time.
Charlie pulled down his shorts, revealing his thighs. Hermione’s mouth went dry; there was something about his thighs that excited her. She looked away as he pulled down his underwear; she couldn’t look, but at the same time she wanted, too.

Charlie carefully climbed in behind her; Hermione sat between his legs nervously. He placed his hands on her stomach and pulled her back gently so she was resting against him. Charlie felt her breasts resting on his arms; he started to kiss the back of her neck and across her shoulders.

Hermione relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of Charlie’s lips. She took hold of one of his hands and placed it on her swollen breast. “They’ve grown so big,” Hermione said, trying to keep her breathing steady while Charlie stroked her nipple. “No complaints here,” he said, receiving an elbow from Hermione.

Charlie laughed against her shoulder. “Not that they weren’t lovely before,” he mused, as he sucked just below her earlobe. Hermione turned her head to look at him. “Peeping Tom,” she said, smirking. Charlie brushed his lips against hers. “I only saw them for a moment…well, a long moment,” he said, pressing his lips to hers again, thinking of the first time he saw her naked.

They relaxed in the tub for a while. Hermione felt safe with Charlie; she trusted him. She enjoyed the way he touched her, his hands worshipping her body. “Have you thought about our conversion we had the other day?” Charlie asked. Hermione continue to play with his fingers. “A little…” she answered.

“I know it’s a big step…of course it would made sense to stay with Mum for the first few months, so she can help with the baby,” Charlie babbled on.
“And it would give me a chance to fix up the place.” Charlie had bought a house in a little town call Rushton. It was a small two-bedroom house; it needed some work but had great potential.

Hermione didn’t say anything for a moment; she was hoping Charlie wouldn’t take what she was about to heart. “Charlie, I’m flatted…it’s just…are you sure you want all this…I mean a ‘family’…” Hermione turned as best as she could while she spoke.

“If I wasn’t serious, I would have never asked,” he replied, caressing her cheek. Hermione just smiled at him; Charlie knew she wasn’t ready to answer and he was okay with that.

“We better get dried and dressed before the others arrive,” Hermione said, breaking the silence. Charlie kissed her cheek and rose from the tub; she watched his nice bum—in her opinion—while he got the towels. He wrapped a towel around himself and took one for Hermione.

Charlie helped her up and pulled the plug out of the tub. Hermione took the towel from the side of the tub and started to dry herself. At some point they had become comfortable around one another, and everything seemed like second nature.

Charlie just watched her; he had never seen a more beautiful creature, pregnant or not. Hermione looked at him and smirked. “The way you’re looking at me should make me feel sexy,” she said, wrapping the towel around herself as best she could. Charlie took hold of her arms and helped her out of the tub.

“Are you kidding? I think you’re very sexy—almost as sexy as I am,” he joked, placing his arms around her. Hermione’s arms went around his waist, and one of her hands slipped down to his bum. “Well, I have to agree with on that one,” she said playfully as she gave his bum a squeeze

“You can’t just maul me when you feel like it,” Charlie said, trying to keep a straight face; his own hands slipped to Hermione’s bum, “Well, not unless I get to do some mauling in return,” he quipped, showing her what the word mauling meant.

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“Charlie.”
“Charlie.”
“Mmm?”
“I’m hungry.”
“Mmm.”
“Charlie, I’m hungry.”

Charlie opened his eyes to see a pair of shiny brown eyes staring back at him. Hermione turned a little to her side; she rested her chin upon his chest.

“I’m hungry,” Hermione repeated. Charlie ran his hand up and down her back in a soothing manner. He looked at the clock on the nightstand and growled. “Baby, it’s three in the morning,” Charlie wailed.

Hermione placed two little kisses on his chest and looked up at him. “I love you,” she said ever-so-softly. Those three words seemed to give Charlie an electric shock; he sat up and held onto Hermione is the process.

“You said you love me—you love me—say it again?” Charlie almost yelled, happily. Hermione was shocked by his outburst, though she had big smile on her face. “I love you,” she repeated, not expecting him to almost jump onto her and kissing her cheeks, nose, lips, and every place available to his lips.

Charlie pulled back from her, his eyes shining. “I love you,” he said, brushing his lip against hers; once again they became lost in one another. Hermione wasn’t sure why she told him just then; those three words had been a long time coming. She had just looked at him in the darkness of the room; his blue eyes told her all she needed to know. His eyes told her she was a pain in the arse—but his pain in the arse.

Charlie held Hermione’s face in his hands; the way he rubbed his hands over her face, it was as if he was making sure she was real…making sure this wasn’t a dream. Charlie’s face became serious for a moment. “You didn’t just tell me you love me because you’re hungry? After I get you something to eat, you’ll still love me, right?” Charlie asked.

Hermione laughed at him; he looked so cute, all worried and doubtful. She took his hands away from her face and intertwined her fingers through his.
“I’ve loved you for a long time, probably since the first day I met you. But I wasn’t in love with you, not back then.” Hermione paused, trying to gather her bearings.

“I can’t tell you when I fell in love with you; I don’t think anyone can. I’m sorry I couldn’t say ‘I love you’ sooner, I really wanted to…” Hermione broke off and looked down at their intertwined fingers.

“I can pinpoint the moment when I knew I loved you,” Charlie said softly. Hermione looked up at him. “You were sitting by the fire knitting, your hair was in a bun with a knitting needle through the middle,” Charlie smiled at the thought. “You looked at me and held up the first baby jumper you had just knitted…I knew that was the face I wanted to wake up to every morning…” Charlie stopped talking when a few tears rolled down Hermione’s cheeks.

“This is why you shouldn’t say sweet things to a pregnant woman,” Hermione said, feeling silly, while Charlie wiped away her tears. He pulled her to his chest. “You know, I’m still hungry; my love is staring to waiver,” Hermione mumbled against his chest. Charlie chuckled and kissed the top of her head.

* * * * * *

Hermione had been twisting and turning for most of the night with pains in her back. She didn’t want to wake Charlie because he had had such a long day at work.

Hermione took one last look at Charlie’s face before she made her way out of their room. She sat on the rocking chair writing with her note pad, Hermione relied on those pages to listen to her when she thought no one else would understand, to say what she wanted to and not receive judgment.

Charlie and the rest of the family were always supportive but sometimes Hermione didn’t like to burden them, so she relied on those blank pages to help her express herself. She wrote for awhile and then drifted off sleep.

Hermione dreamed of swimming in a small but lovely lake by a house. Chickens ran around the front garden; she could see their little hut by a handmade swing. Hermione loved everything about this house; it reminded her of the burrow. She wished she lived there.

Hermione looked down at herself in the water and realized she wasn’t pregnant; her body was back to normal, before the pregnancy—well, almost. She enjoyed swimming under the moonlight; the water gently caressing her body. Hermione took a deep breath and swam under the water. She swam deep, trying to reach the bottom; she felt like a child searching for treasure.

Hermione awoke with a start; she felt warm liquid gushing between her legs,
She stood up quickly and made her way to the toilet. When she reached the landing, Charlie was on his way downstairs with very messy hair. Hermione ran past him and into the bathroom.

“Guess what? My water broke,” Hermione announced, sitting on the toilet.
Charlie came into the bathroom looking alarmed.
“You’re kidding?” he asked.
Hermione pointed to the water streaming down into the toilet, which made Charlie panic.

“Charlie, I need you to wake your mum and tell her to call Margaret,” Hermione told him, while she sat on the toilet letting the water gush on and off. She needn’t have worried: Charlie had awakened all the family with his panicking.

Molly came into the bathroom with her pink nightdress on. “Oh, sweetheart, are you alright?” she asked. Hermione thought the water would never stop coming from her. “I’m fine, but I’m in a lot of pain,” Hermione explained.

“Arthur is contacting Margaret; she should be here soon” Molly told her.
Margaret was the midwife; she delivered every single one of Molly and Arthur’s children. Hermione realized she couldn’t sit on the toilet all night, so Molly helped her up and they made the way upstairs.

Molly placed towels on Hermione’s bed to soak up the liquid; Charlie and Ginny came in looking scared. Hermione smiled at them, though the pain was becoming worse.

Margaret arrived soon after that, to everyone’s relief; she was a thin woman with gray curly hair, and very strict like most medical witches. Molly and the midwife took control, giving everyone jobs to do. Arthur contacted Bill and the twins, while Charlie and Ginny took Hermione by the arm and walked her around for a while. When the pain became too much, Hermione asked to go back to her bed.

Margaret had a bath filled up for Hermione, so she could sit in warm water.
Charlie sat with her and sprayed warm water onto her belly.
“That feels so good.” Hermione felt as if she was in heaven.
“You’re doing really good,” Charlie said supportively.

Hermione sat in the bath for a few hours moaning with each contraction; she had no idea the pain was going to be this bad. Charlie sat with her the whole time. The other Weasley members had arrived, and they waited nervously downstairs.

Hermione had been in labor for almost seven hours and the pain was getting worst. Margaret decided to get her out of the bath and let her lie down for awhile. Hermione fell asleep for about forty-five minutes; when she awoke Margaret checked her cervix.

“Well you’ll be happy to know you are seven or eight centimeters,” Margaret told her.

Molly looked very excited; she sat on the other side of Hermione and placed a cool cloth to her head. Hermione could believe she was in transition; Charlie looked confused so Hermione told him what was going on.

A little while later Margaret checked on Hermione and asked her if she was ready to have a baby? Hermione was so happy, the pain was so bad now; all she wanted to do was push her son out and finally meet him.

Hermione was grunting because she was pushing so hard, with every push the baby was coming out a little further. She had a hold of Charlie’s and Molly’s hands and kept pushing as hard as she could.

“You’re doing really good; take another deep breath,” Margaret said; she could almost see his face.

Hermione’s focused on the image of her son in her dreams; she kept pushing, and she could feel him slipping out of her. Hermione gave on final push and her son slipped into Margaret’s hands.

“Is he okay? Let me see him,” Hermione said, breathless.

Margaret held him up; Hermione could hear Molly starting to sob joyfully. Charlie stood up and took a closer look.

“Would you like Charlie to cut the cord?” the midwife asked.
Hermione nodded through her tears. Charlie smiled at her; he was honored. He cut the cord and the small baby was placed on Hermione’s stomach.

Hermione held him and just looked at his tiny face. “Hello, Titan,” she whispered. Molly and the midwife left Hermione, Charlie, and the baby alone, while they told the others the good news.

“He’s beautiful,” Charlie said, as he touched the little hand.
“He’s amazing,” Hermione said, while a few tears fell.
Charlie kissed Hermione’s forehead and sat with one arm around her and one hand on the baby. They looked a picture-perfect family.


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Big thanks to Jamie.

Amber-Draco is going to be a great big brother. Hermione will pull herself together with a little help from Charlie. Thanks.

erin kite-Thank you so much.

Laceyweasley-I still haven’t read your entire story, I’m working on it. Thanks.