My Best Friend and Roommate

I could've sworn I updated this story last night, but for some reason, it's not, so here we go again. An update on my computer, I got a new hard drive, and all I need to do is to uplaod my network into it. I just need numbers for the disk I have because the numbers I do have don't work. Hopefull I'll have my own computer up and running by the new year. My brother is coming for new Year's.

Author Note: The new movie is fantastic, and has given me ideas for new stories.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter characters. They belong to JK Rowling.

Chapter Seven

October 2000

Hermione Potter sat in a small exam room of the paternity ward at St. Mungo's. She nervously tapped her foot against the chair leg. She was experiencing nausea every other morning for the past month ever since she and Harry arrived back from their two week honeymoon in Disney world. They had a wonderful time both outside and inside. Harry wasn't sure how, but Hermione being his wife made her more exhilarating and sexy. They made love practically every night in their hotel room, and spent their days in the park. When she first began to get sick, she threw it off as the flu when Harry became concerned. It wasn't as bad, but she still threw up every two days in the morning. She began to feel that she was pregnant when Harry was assigned to a two week long mission with Remus Lupin to Africa. The door opened, and Healer Fleur Delacour-Weasley walked in with a smile. " 'ermione, 'ow are you?" she asked.

"I've been better," Hermione said.

"And 'ow iz 'arry?"

"On a two week assignment with Remus Lupin in Africa," she said.

"Oh, an assignment for werewolves?" Hermione nodded. "Well, what zeems to be the problem?"

"I think I'm pregnant." Fleur's face immediately brightened up with a smile.

"I see 'arry wasted no time," she teased. Hermione chuckled. "Let's take a look, shall we?" Hermione hoisted herself on the bed, and she leaned back at Fleur's instructions. Fleur took out her wand, waved it over Hermione's stomach, saying a spell, and an orange cloud appeared over her. Fleur's smile told Hermione exactly what she wanted to know. She was pregnant. "Congratulations, 'ermione," the half Veela said hugging her. "Would you like to know if it iz a girl or boy?" Hermione bit her lip before nodding her head. Fleur waved her wand again, saying a different spell this time, and a blue cloud appeared.

"A boy?" Hermione asked.

"Your own little prince," Fleur said. Hermione felt like she was going to cry. Harry and her were going to be parents.

"I already have a name," she said.

"Excellent, but I refuse to know. I will let that for when you tell everyone else."

"Okay," Hermione said, "Not a word until I tell Harry."

"My lips are zealed," Fleur said motioning to her mouth like she was zipping it shut. "Nauseous?" Hermione nodded. Fleur wrote on some parchment, and handed it to her. "Thez should take care of thee nausea, and keep the baby 'ealthy."

"Thank you." Hermione and Fleur hugged once again, and Hermione left the hospital.

After getting her nausea potion from the Apothecary, Hermione stopped by Flourish & Blotts to get as many books as she could on being a witch who's pregnant. She also got books from a muggle bookstore before heading home. She spent most of her free time reading the books, learning as much as she could. By the time that Harry was due to arrive back home, she had all the books read twice, and engraved into her memory. The part that got her thinking was the chapter about sex during pregnancy. It was not harmful to the baby, and she could do it up until the time she's due to give birth. She decided to give Harry a special treat when he came home.

The next day .......

Harry arrived back to the apartment by way of floo. The fireplace being used only for that sole purpose came to life in the evening when Hermione was getting ready for her bath. He noticed everything was still in order so she hadn't gone completely crazy with him two weeks just two days after their one month anniversary. He was hoping she was feeling better too. The last time he saw her she was throwing up in the toilet. He smelled scented candles coming from the bathroom, and he deposited his bags on the floor before walking into their bedroom to see Hermione in his bathrobe. "I have never been more happy to see you," he said.

"What?"

"You're looking at a man who's been sex deprived for two weeks," Harry said, "No sex for two weeks." Hermione giggled. "It's not funny."

"Oh, my poor baby," she said, "You look like you could use a hot bath too," she added.

"Actually a bath wouldn't be that bad right now," he said. Hermione smiled before standing on her tip toes to give him a kiss.

"I've got the tub filled up already. I was just getting our massage oil, so if you want to get in the tub .."

"Already there," he said before going into the bathroom, shedding his clothes first. Hermione smiled as she went to the night stand to get the oil she used to massage Harry's back, among other things. She walked into the bathroom to see Harry was already getting used to the hot water. She placed the oil where their shampoo sat, and untied the robe. It fell to the floor, revealing her naked body. Harry swallowed before speaking. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Mrs. Potter."

"Am I now?" she teased stepping into the tub. "So, what do you want to do first?" she asked trying not to laugh at Harry's look.

"You have to ask?"

"I'm not making love to a dirty man, love," she said.

"All right, I'll wash up," he said grabbing the sponge. Hermione stilled his hand, giving him a predatory look.

"Allow me," she said. She eased herself onto his lap, and began to wash her husband down. She got everything, from his arms, legs, back, chest, stomach and neck to the area that was reserved for the wife's touch only. She occasionally would kiss him lightly on the lips before moving to the next part of his body. Harry moaned as she moved up into his lap, her legs going on either side of him. He whimpered softly as she pulled away to grab his fruit citrus shampoo. After wetting his hair, she began to work the shampoo through her hair. Her fingers felt so good through his hair that Harry almost fell asleep. "Lean back, love," she said. Harry leaned back, and she washed the shampoo out of his hair and eyes. He rubbed the access water off, and kissed his wife.

"Your turn," he said.

"Already clean," she said. She lifted his right hand out of the water, and looked at it. "So, no sex for two weeks?" she asked.

"None. I had to share a tent with Remus, and I wasn't about to wank off with him sleeping next to me," he said, "I was liable to have him humping my leg." Hermione giggled. "I'm glad you find that amusing."

"So, this guy was out of work at night, I guess," she said.

"You guessed right," he said, "But he could be of assistance tonight," he added moving his hand down. He was shocked to have it batted away.

"No work for you, Mr. Potter," she said, "Your wife is going to take care of you." Harry found himself swallowing nervously.

"Okay," he said before he was pulled into a kiss. Hermione grabbed her husband's cock, and raised herself onto her knees. She slowly eased onto him, getting a guttural moan from Harry. She slowly took him in all the way up to the hilt, and crossed her legs behind him. His breathing heightened when she started to move her hips, slowly riding him. He grunted in pleasure and frustration. "Hermione, you've never felt so good, but if you don't speed things up a bit, I'm going to take you against the wall," he said. Hermione chuckled as she increased her speed, grinding her hips into his. Harry's hands made their way to her hips and he held onto her. "Oh, Mia," he moaned. Hermione gasped out when Harry's cock hit her sweet spot.

"Harry," she moaned. Hermione grabbed him by the neck, and pulled him into a passionate kiss. The two week sexual tension that was built up inside of Harry was beginning to break, and he made his little keen noises he made that Hermione knew all too well. "Do you love me, Harry?" she asked.

"Yes, unh, Merlin, I do," he moaned, "Oh, do I ever." Her thrusts increased at his answer, and the water in the tub began to splash out onto the floor. She pulled him back into the kiss feeling both her and his orgasm approaching. Sure enough, as soon as she thought that, Harry bent his head back, and let out a loud moan as his cock twitched inside Hermione, spurting his seed into her. Hermione was not far behind him with her own, screaming his name. She was thankful that she placed a silencing charm on the apartment before Harry came home. No need for the neighbors to hear them. The newlyweds clung to each other as their breathing began to calm down. Harry rested his head on Hermione's chest, enjoying the feeling of her fingers run through his hair. "That was absolutely brilliant," he said.

"I'm glad you liked it." She pulled his head back to look at it. "I love you so much." She kissed his lightning bolt scar, which was slowly fading before kissing his closed eyelids, then his nose, the corner of his mouth and finally she kissed his lips. "I have something to tell you."

"Okay, what is it?" he asked. Hermione continued to hold Harry's head, and put her mouth up to his ear. In her smallest whisper she said;

"I'm pregnant." Harry gasped in surprise, and looked at his wife.

"We're going to have a baby?" he asked. Hermione nodded with a smile, and squealed when Harry lifted her up. He carefully stepped out of tub, and carried her into their bedroom. She giggled as he placed her on the bed, and suddenly he got worried.
"Oh, God, we just had sex. Isn't that ...?"

"Perfectly safe for the baby," she said.

"Really?" he asked.

"We can do it up to the day I give birth," she said. The look Harry had on his face was predatory as he climbed onto the bed. "Just be careful when you're on top."

"Will do, milady."

Several hours later, Harry and Hermione were cuddled together under their blankets discussing the baby, and ideas for the nursery. "I like to make the nursery kind of Gryffindorish," Hermione said.

"Red and gold for a baby's room?" he asked.

"All right, not the best idea, but I don't want green."

"I agree," he said, "So, what are we having?"

"A boy," she said.

"How about a Quidditch room?" he suggested. Hermione's death glare told him that was a bad idea. "Can we at least have one thing in the room that's Quidditch?"

"I'll think about it," she said, "I was thinking about names."

"James?" Hermione nodded.

"Edward for the middle name," she said.

"Your grandfather?"

"Yeah."

"Sounds good." There was some silence in the room before Harry spoke up again. "Who else knows?"

"Just Fleur. She's by ob healer," Hermione said, "She's already promised not to tell until I tell you."

"So, when do you think we should tell everyone?" he asked.

"Well, Molly wants everyone to come over to the Burrow for Christmas dinner. Even my parents."

"We can make one big announcement," he said.

"It'd be a nice present for everyone." Harry chuckled as he kissed the top of his wife's head. Everything was absolutely perfect.