Harry grinned roguishly, and, in one fell movement, scooped Hermione up. She gasped, and then laughed, which made Harry laugh too. He kissed her hard, and against her mouth muttered, "God, I've missed you, love." And without further ado, he carried her to their bedroom, bubbles and all.

He deposited her gently on the side of the bed, and kissed her again, merriment and lust in his bright green eyes, before straightening up, and all ready for business.

"So what am I going to do with you, you naughty girl?" he said sternly.

Hermione's heart fluttered, and her nipples hardened as she felt a hot tightening in the pit of her belly. "I suppose you could spank me, Mr. Potter," she replied, slightly breathlessly.

"Spank you! A fine notion. Well, turn over then, Miss Granger," Hermione obeyed.

Whap! The sharp slap to her bum came out of nowhere. She gasped. Whap! Again. A couple more whaps, and her ass was afire. "P-please, Mr. Potter, I'll be a good girl, I swear!"

Harry stayed his hand. "Will you?" He spanked her again,

"Y-yes sir!"

Harry dropped his hand and nodded smartly. "Well, you've had your punishment. But before, you had your pleasure. And," Harry paused, smiling cheekily, "I think it's only fair I have my pleasure now too. On your knees, Miss Granger."

Hermione hastened to obey, and was on her knees facing Harry in a heartbeat. He helped her pull his robe off, until he was just as naked as her. His cock was erect, long and hard and in her face. She took him greedily in her mouth.

He moaned when he felt her lips on his cock, and placed his hand on the top of her head, coiling his fingers in Hermione's thick brown hair. Hermione bobbed her head up and down his shaft, and what she couldn't fit in her mouth, she worked with her hand.

"Oh bloody hell, Hermione…fuck…" Harry moaned. Hermione looked up at him as she sucked, and was pleased to see his eyes closed in total ecstasy.

Soon, with a hearty groan, he came, his salty pleasure filling Hermione's mouth to excess, and then dripping out on to her breasts. She swallowed his hot cum, licking her lips.

"Fuck, Hermione," He murmured, and they both paused for a moment, to catch their breaths.

Harry broke the pause, as he lifted his wife to her feet and kissed her. Then, without a word, he paused her gently on to the bed, and climbed on after her. His hand working his member, ignoring Hermione's questioning gaze, he positioned himself in between her legs, before lifting them over his shoulders. Hermione's eyes widened as she realized what he intended to do.

He hooked his arms around her legs to hold down her hips and winked, before bringing his mouth down to Hermione's warm cunt.

She gasped and moaned and hungrily licked, kissed, and sucked her wet mound. She put her hand in his messy black hair and tipped back her head, moaning, eyes closed in utter bliss. He plunged his tongue expertly into her warm folds, one hand snaking down to rub her clit.

This is heaven, Hermione thought hazily, pure heaven.

A few minutes went by, before Hermione begged, "Harry…want you inside me…need you in me…"

Harry lifted his head from her cunt, his mouth moist with her juices. "Anything you want, baby," He murmured huskily.

He pushed himself up, so he was positioned between her legs. Hermione hooked them around his waist, and they both gasped with pure ecstasy when he slid in to her; it had been too long.

Harry started slow, moving in and out of Hermione as she panted with need. Soon, though, his excitement caused him to speed up, and they humped fervently, to a chorus of gasps and moans and "Oh yes!" The headboard bounced against the wall and the bed springs squeaked like mad, the sweaty sheets tangled underneath their passionately entwined bodies.

This was something more than heaven, Hermione decided, something much better.

Soon, all too soon, they climaxed, first Hermione, with a loud moan of pleasure, then Harry, who, with a shuddering yell, deposited his hot load deep into Hermione. For a long time they lay together, him on top of her and still inside of her, panting and regaining themselves. Finally, Harry pulled off of Hermione, and rolled to the side, with a deep, satisfied sigh.

"I don't think anything could make this more perfect," he declared, and turned his head to smile at her.

This is as good a time as any, Hermione thought. "Oh, I think something could make it even more perfect," she told him, with a knowing grin.

He propped himself up on one arm and rolled over to face her, one eyebrow arched quizzically. "Oh?" He questioned.

Here goes, Hermione thought, and, with a deep breath, said, "I'm pregnant. We're having a baby, Harry. You're going to be a dad."

She had stunned him, she could tell; he stared at her for a long second, before, without warning, tackling her in giant embrace, planting a hard, passionate kiss against her lips, a kiss of joy and desire and wonder. Hermione smiled against his lips. Harry pulled away, his eyes full of love for her and their unborn child, as he laid a hand against her slightly swollen belly.

"Welcome home, my love," Hermione murmured.

And all was well.