To Each Bed His Own

The cool summer air hit Harry in the face as he flew around on his brand new broomstick. It was a gift from his godfather Sirius as a birthday present for his twenty-first birthday. Ah, twenty-one glorious years on the planet, and the ten-year mark from when he had first met Hermione. That was more of a marker than anything.

It was their third anniversary, and Harry was about to find out that his world was going to change. You see, at that very moment Hermione was on the phone with her doctor. A Muggle physician by the name of Caelum MacLaren. As events would have it, Hermione was finding out that she was pregnant with her first child. Harry's first child as well.

Not knowing what to say, Hermione hung the telephone up and sat in her chair, shocked at the revelation. She touched her stomach gently and looked down at it with genuine curiosity. A child. A miracle of life that was her's and Harry's and no one else's.

But what about Harry? He had no idea that his wife was pregnant. Nor did he even expect to live long enough to see his wife pregnant. Hell, he didn't even expect to live long enough to graduate from Hogwarts. You see, Voldemort had made another attempt at ending Harry's life on his last year there. Of course, Voldemort was now long gone, but he still got chills every time he thought about it.

The backdoor opened and Hermione stood in the doorframe watching her husband fly around their expansive backyard behind the home they had bought in Hogsmeade. Her eyes darted back and forth, as Harry made all sorts of turns and loops and dives on his broomstick. 'His Toy' he had dubbed it.

"Hey Harry, come down from there," Hermione called out to him.

In mid-dive Harry pulled his broom to a stop about thirty feet above the ground and smiled at Hermione. He then kicked back down toward the ground, but this time aimed his dive closer to where Hermione was standing. The broom stopped a few feet above the ground in front of Hermione and Harry hopped off.

"Have fun?" Hermione asked as she slid her arms around Harry's neck.

"You know I did," Harry said as he hugged his wife, kissing her cheek softly. "But it's still not as much fun as you."

"It's not? Well that's just too bad."

Hermione pulled Harry's face down to meet her own in a heated kiss shared between only the closest of lovers. She made sure that Harry was thoroughly dazed before backing him into the house and locking the door behind her.

"Devil woman," Harry said as he came back for more.

"Is that what you call me? I was under the impression that I was your angel."

"Depends what you're doing."

"Well I know what you'll be doing here in a few minutes," Hermione said huskily.

Harry smiled devilishly and advanced on Hermione. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to his body, not any space remained between them.

"Care to enlighten me?" Harry asked seductively.

Hermione laughed a little and said, "You'll be staring at me like I'm the spawn of Snape come to give you detention."

"Why is that?" Harry said as his lips found their way down Hermione's neck.

Unable to speak because of everything Harry was doing, Hermione stood there with her mouth hanging open, enjoying the feeling of Harry's lips. She let him work his magic for a few moments before he pulled back and gave her a silly grin.

"Well?" he asked.

"Well what?"

"Well aren't you going to tell me?"

"Oh, that," Hermione said playfully. She leaned up near Harry's ear and kissed his temple. "Because I'm pregnant."

Harry took a giant step backward and looked at her exactly like she said he would. It was impossible not to considering the information that she had just provided him. Inside of his head, Harry had a million things flying around like a golden snitch. But unlike the snitch, Harry couldn't catch a single thought and turn it into anything useful.

"I...you...we're..." Harry stammered around for words, still not able to find any. As a last resort, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell to the ground unconscious. Hermione leaned down and pushed the hair out of Harry's eyes. She tried to wake his as well, but he was out cold.

Hermione laughed and kissed his forehead, giving up on waking him. He could probably use the rest anyway with the long nights to come.