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Three Men, 1 Brunette and a Baby	By : dragongirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27977 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 13 Here comes trouble…

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Once every question was answered, plans were made and the guests gone, the house was silent. The newlyweds prepared for bed. After everything that was said, Hermione was still troubled over the Weasleys’ situation. Sleep avoided her like the plague and her mind was reeling with questions. Why? Nothing made sense.

Neville was first to enter, with Faol and Terry after him. She was on the blacony, with her back facing them. The lights from the lamps in the garden sillouhetted her, the warm glow surrounded her as if it came from her body. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he embraced her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You, my love, are meant to be in bed,” he reprimanded softly as he kissed her shoulder.

“Hmm,” she leaned into him, “I know, but I couldn’t sleep. With all that’s going on…it’s too much…”

“Don’t be, we’ll be just fine.” He assured her. “Besides, there are others who wants those two out of commission. Severus and Constance, for instance, they look after you as if you’re their own. You don’t know what a fright he gave us when he approached us for ‘the talk’.”

They all laughed. “They do, don’t they? I love them very much… Neville, stop it.” She turned to face him. He had been kissing her neck for since he came in and it was nice…but distracting. “Nothing will harm you if it can be dealt with.”

He cupped her face in his hands and looked directly into her eyes. “I love you,” he murmured affectionately. “You and the baby are the most important right now. Nothing and no one will harm you anymore.” As the vow was made, tingles of magic skated across their skin, making an invisible mark. Neville leaned in to kiss her. The sweet and gentle kiss ended when his tongue entered her open mouth. Passion and lust took the place instead. They unwrapped each other rapidly; the soft breeze embraced them, their hands roaming on each other’s body.

Terry and Faol surrounded them, leaving her in the middle of the three men. Kisses were given; caresses were exchanged. One of the men transfigured a nearby chair into a huge bed with soft linings with a mosquito net overhead as they led her to bed. Under the bright, clear night sky filled with stars, they made love to one another ‘til dawn.

Neville was woken up by a kick to his stomach. Groggily, he opened his eyes and checked on Hermione, but she was sleeping peacefully. Kick. He looked at Hermione’s protruding abdomen and saw it move. Liani.

“Hi, baby,” he yawned as he acknowledged the unborn baby softly. He was awarded another kick as he pressed his slightly swollen lips to Hermione’s abdomen. “I can’t wait to meet you, but now, your mummy needs rest.”

“Not anymore,” Hermione groaned sleepily. “I need the loo, but I don’t want to move.” Faol complained that it was too early in a voice that was clearly still laced with sleep. He tried to pull her closer but Hermione gently refused him, “Please, love. I honestly need the loo. Help me get up?” Blearily, Foal turned to his back and Neville stood up, giving Hermione a hand. The two men watched in awe as they watched their wife waddle to the bathroom. She really was a sight to look at.

“ARGH!” A scream rang throughout the room a few minutes later. The three men jumped away from the bed and headed towards the direction the voice came from. They saw Hermione, naked, in front of her closet with tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Sweetheart?” Faol softened as he moved closer to her. They were all confused. Hermione’s magic had exploded around her, her otter patronus danced around the witch and in and out of the thick mist. The small room Hermione had used for her closet was filled with a thick pink and blue fog that came to a stop just above their heads. They knew pregnant witches would have uncontrollable magic at times, but they certainly did not expect their pregnant witch’s magic to be that powerful.

“Mya, love,” Faol said softly, “Look at me. Take a deep breath,” He instructed as Terry inched slowly closer to her.

“I…have…nothing…to wear!” She sniffed loudly between the words and wailed at the last part. They would’ve laughed, but they were currently trying to calm the witch down so her magic would withdraw. “I’m as huge as a whale and…nothing fits me! I can’t even see my toes!” She wailed pathetically as another wave of her magic erupted from her, sending the three wizards to their bottom.

“Sassy! Anis!” Neville yelled.

“Master ca—aye!” The two elves looked for cover as yet another wave of magic erupted.

“I…I…” the pregnant brunette hiccuped, “I can’t control it!”

“It… It’s okay, Hermione, take it slow,” Neville comforted the distraught witch as best as possible from a distance. “Sassy, Anis, fetch Severus Snape and Constance. Bring Harry and Sirius too. We’ll need the help.”

“Sassy will get Harry Potter and Sirius Black, Mast-” Sassy disapparated before another wave could hit her.

“Eek!” Anis squeeked as she ducked, “Anis will get Snape and Constance, Master!” And she too disapparated.

“I didn’t mean it!” Hermione wailed as Terry finally reached her. He caught her in his embrace as he got close enough and comforted her with soft murmurs in her ear.

“It’s alright, Hermione,” Terry soothed. “Let’s go back to bed, alright? We’ll get the others to help you get them.”

“Clothes,” she sniffed, “I need them. Mine’s burnt.” She pouted as Terry swopped her up in his arms.

“Your wish is our command, love,” Faol commented as he and Neville transfigured her clothings into maternity wear. As they were doing so, they also fixed the broken cupboards and returned the room back to its original state. They were glad no one else could hear the explosion, for they had remembered to cast a silencing ward just in case they were too loud in their lovemaking.

They random burst of magic continued, but it was slightly weaker.

Severus, Constance, Agusta, Sirus and Harry entered the room but not before they casted a charm to lessen the harm that came to them.

“What happened here?” Augusta gasped in worry as her gaze swept over the room. Granted, it wasn’t a good sight, with broken window glass and wooden ashes around the floor and on furnitures.

“Hermione’s upset because she has nothing to wear,” Neville stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Isn’t that usually what witches use as an excuse?” Harry asked in amusement. However, no one but Hermione seemed to be in a mood for a joke. Hermione cracked a small smile as Harry chuckled softly to himself.

“That is not what it is this time, Hermione burned her clothes when her magic erupted.” Terry scowled in annoyance.

“It’s alright, we’ll get you anything you need,” Sirius said as he looked at Severus, Constance and Augusta. “We have noth-wow!-ing planned anyway.”

Hermione smiled slightly and apologized.

“Mione, looked at me. You need to calm down now. I’ll ask Lola over,” Constance stated from the border of the big bed. Hermione nodded in relief. “Good. Now, don’t worry. Lola will be here in a short while. Take your potions, have your breakfast and rest. I will floo the Charm Ones for clothes.” She glanced at her husband meaningfully. She knew he was concerned behind his façade.

Harry and Sirius joined her three husbands and took their position behind Hermione. Foal growled lowly, he didn’t like the intimate relationship the two men and his wife shared, but he recognize their need to help. They might even need their help to undo the spell that caused bubbles in different colours to float out of Hermione’s mouth when she burps.

At least the thick fog and her patronus were gone.

And everyone just leave to let her rest under the watchful eye of Anis.
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