Friday, June 2008
Leaning on the doorframe of his son's nursery, Marcus observed as his wife lightly move her fingers through their son's curly hair. It has become a nightly ritual for her to watch their son sleep before they retired for the night. As he looked at her, it was still hard to believe that she was his and he was hers. She happily accepted his proposal about a week after their first weekend together. However, she was clear, that he would have to wait until she was ready. Luckily for him, she was ready the following Friday during her lunch hour. He received an owl earlier that day to meet her in the Ministry Atrium. When they bypassed her office and went directly to the Minister For Magic's office, he should have known something was going on. Potter and Weasley were next to Shacklebolt just staring at him. Harry was stoic and Weasley had looked to be the color of his hair. Hermione explained that everything was going so well, why wait? He thought it was a brilliant idea and why question the brightest witch of their generation?
"He's so beautiful," she whispered to him next to Hugo's crib. Her affectionate voice removing him from his memories.
"He is."
"Why are you standing over-" The sound of the Floo was heard, before Hermione could finish.
"Right on time," replied Marcus with a smirk. Hermione looked at Marcus with concern in her eyes, then worry as Harry stepped into the bedroom.
"Harry? What's wrong? What happened?" Hermione whispered as she moved towards her best friend. Harry turned to look at Marcus.
"Everything ready, Flint?"
"It is," replied Marcus, holding up an overnight bag and placing it over Harry's shoulder. Hermione could only watch as Harry walked over to her son and gently picked him up. He finally looked at Hermione and grinned.
"Theo and I are going to be taking care of little Harry for the whole weekend. That way you and Flint could have a celebratory shag-a-thon." Hermione's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Harry and then at her husband.
"When was this decided?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"Marcus asked me last month." Hermione turned to face her husband, who was sporting a perfect Slytherin smirk on his face.
"Harry," she pleaded.
"Hermione, little Harry is going to be fine. I've taken care of my Godson loads of times."
"I know that Harry, but I don't want to impose on you and Theo."
"Love, Theo created a whole agenda for the next two days. We also have Teddy this weekend too." Harry shook his head. "It's going to be bloody hell, but I've been through worse."
"Are you sure, Harry?" She asked again in a hushed voice.
"You deserve some time with your husband...alone." Hermione smiled and hugged her best friend. She placed a kiss on his cheek, then lowered her head and placed several feather light kisses on her son.
"Finished?" Harry asked with a playful roll of his eyes.
"Oh, shut it," said Hermione, as she slapped his arm.
"Hey! Watch it. I'm holding a baby here." Harry turned to face Marcus. "Now, it's your turn to wish little Harry goodnight."
"Potter, when are you going to accept that your Godson's name is not Harry?"
"Probably, never. Besides lots of people go by their middle name."
"His middle name is Marcus, Potter."
"That can always change. I have connections." Marcus shook his head at Harry, then lowered his head down to brush a gentle kiss on his son's cheek.
"Thank you, Potter." He waved at the couple before turning towards the doorway.
"Oh and by the way." Harry turned around. "Hermione, your legs still look amazing," he said with a wink. Hermione looked down at the old jersey.
"Go already," replied Marcus, pointing his thumb towards the door. Harry's chuckle was heard all the way downstairs before the Floo was activated. Hermione walked over to Marcus and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"So, is the plan to feed me and ravish me all weekend?"
"Exactly, love," replied Marcus as he placed tiny kisses on his wife's neck. "Where should we start first?"
"Honestly?" Marcus stopped his kisses and looked into her eyes. A smile etched on his face.
"Sleep it is, Mrs. Flint." He picked his wife up bridal style and headed to their bedroom.
"Wonderful," said Hermione. "Because I'm going to need all the rest I could get before you shag me on the kitchen floor tomorrow morning, then on the bed, then in the bathtub, then on the stairs, then the bed again, then the couch. I'm exhausted just thinking about it." Marcus's robust laughter filled their bedroom as he placed his wife in bed.
"Oh, I'm sure we will be able to revisit every memory this weekend." Marcus crawled into bed and embraced Hermione tightly. Hermione turned her head to look at her husband as tears started to form in her eyes.
"I'm so happy Harry convinced me to go to that Quidditch match. I can't imagine what my life would be like now if I didn't go." Marcus pulled Hermione closer to him, their foreheads touching.
"But you did. So why dwell on the what ifs?" Hermione couldn't stop herself from kissing his lips.
"You truly are a wonderful man, Marcus Flint."
"Yes, because I have a wonderful woman who brought that out in me." Marcus placed a tender kiss on his wife's lips. "Now, go to sleep, we have a long weekend ahead of us."
"You're right and the perfect opportunity for Harry's wish to come true."
"What do you mean?"
"Another baby boy to call Harry, of course."
"And if we have a girl." Hermione exhaled, then shut her eyes.
"Then Harrietta it is." The sound of Marcus's laugh was the last thing she heard before sleep took her away.
THE END
And so my journey into fluffy smut land ends. Thank you to Pamela RR for all your help with this story. I truly appreciate all you do. And last but not least, a huge thank you to everyone who is following, reading, and read. Your support makes me warm and giddy.
I will begin posting new chapters of A Hands on Approach. A word of warning, it ain't gonna to be fluffy (maybe a little). Smutty, yes. I'm going to take a journey into the darker side of my imagination. If you're interested, please come along.
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Mel C.