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A New Evil	By : orcadarwin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The days passed much the same, except that Emily took less and less pain potions each day, allowing her to remain awake longer, and even venturing downstairs for a few hours. A week after arriving at Harry’s house, Emily stayed awake for the entire day, talking with Molly, and reading books from the library of the house. Healer Michaels was due to arrive soon to check Emily and the baby, and Harry was coming home early for her visit. She heard the floo flare to life in the kitchen and heard Molly greet Harry. A smile spread on her face as he came through the door into the library where she was sitting with a book in her lap. He grinned at her, “Should you be up?” he asked.

            “I feel great, Harry. No pain at all. I’ve not even taken any pain potions today. I was just sitting here waiting for you to get home.” Emily said as he sat down on the couch next to her. They heard the floo flare to life again and he rose to greet Healer Michaels when Molly escorted her in to the library. “Good afternoon, Healer Michaels.”

            “Good afternoon, Mr. Potter. How are you today, Emily?” the healer said and made her way to Emily’s side at the couch. “Lie down and let me have a look.”

            Emily stretched out on the couch and the healer began moving her wand from head to toe, stopping only at Emily’s belly. Smiling, “Well, looks like everything is good. How’s the pain been?” she asked.

            “I haven’t had a potion all day today. The pain hasn’t been around at all today.” Emily sighed, knowing that she was getting better.

            “Good, good. Well, I will be back in a week to check on you again. Keep taking things slow, don’t rush back into anything. Keep the stress level down as well.” The healer told her and started for the kitchen.

            “I’ll walk with you.” Harry said and fell into step beside her. Leaning his head over, he whispered in her ear, “Is she able to…. Are we allowed…?” he stammered, not really sure how to word his question.

            She knew exactly what he meant, “Yes, she can have sex, Harry. Just nothing rough, slow and easy,” she answered.

            Harry nodded and held open the kitchen door for her. He followed her in, to talk to Molly after the healer had left. After several minutes, he returned to the library. “How about a shower?” he asked Emily. She nodded and he held out his hand for her to take. Walking slowly up the stairs, he led her to the shower in his bedroom. He left the room with a sly smile on his face, letting her get undressed and step into the shower. She turned the water on to let it heat up, then stepped under the hot spray. Letting it wash over her, she closed her eyes and let her mind slip away. Suddenly, she felt hands on her hips, moving her forward. Her eyes flew open, gasping and she was staring into Harry’s green eyes. “Don’t want me wasting water on two showers, now do you?” he smiled, his eyes shining.

            She shook her head and gulped. Her body was getting out of control, her belly ballooning out in front of her; it was getting harder and harder to see her feet and to bend over. Her breasts were bursting out of her bra now, getting heavier and fuller. She stared into his eyes, not breaking the contact he had on her. He removed his hands and turned her around to face away from him. Reaching for her shampoo, he put some into his hand and then began massaging it into her hair. Turning her back around, he tilted her head back under the water and rinsed out the shampoo. Laughing at her stunned look, he planted a kiss on her lips, shocking her even more when she felt his hardness bump her stomach. “Sorry, you just turn me on so much. I am so in love with you, it amazes me,” he said to her, kissing her again.

            Regaining herself, she put her arms around him and pulled him as close to her as she could with her burgeoning belly in the way, to deepen the kiss. Opening her mouth, she allowed his tongue entry, making him growl slightly. Wrapping his arms around her, he delved deeper into her mouth with his tongue. The shower forgotten, he magically turned the water off and dried them with a spell, never breaking the kiss. Reluctantly he pulled away, grabbing her hand and pulling her with him to the bed. Sitting down on the bed, he pulled her down beside him, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. “I promised I would go slow, but I can barely stand being in the same bed with you and not touch you like this. I want you, Emily. I need you.” He said, nuzzling her neck, placing kisses on the sensitive spots he remembered.

            “Oh, Harry. I’m not going to stop you. I want this as much as you do. I love you.” She replied with a sigh and a shiver as he nuzzled that spot on her neck. She ran a hand up his arm and wrapped her fingers into his dark hair, holding him there at her neck. Growling, he leaned back to lie on his side on the bed, he brought her with him. Pushing on her shoulders, he laid her onto her back and began again at her mouth, teasing, kissing and tasting. Making his way down, he paused again at her neck, finding that sensitive spot that caused her to squirm. Moving on, his hand found her breast and he lifted it, feeling the weight of it. His lips descended on the nipple, sucking and teasing it to attention. She moaned at the sensation of his lips on her. Turning his attention to the other breast, he teased it to attention, then moved on to her stomach. Pausing here, he placed kisses on her belly, whispering softly to the child inside. She giggled at the feeling of his breath on her stomach. Before she knew what was happening, he was hovering over her, his hardness bumping against her intimately. She gasped as he entered her, sighing softly as her body adjusted to his entry. Keeping his weight off of her belly, not wanting to squish the child, he began moving slowly, making her bite her lip and moan at the feeling. His arms shook as they held his weight above her. His forehead broke out in sweat as he held back from taking her faster. Almost too soon, he felt her clench around him and that unhinged him. One more thrust and he stiffened in release. Rolling over, he collapsed beside her on the bed, breathing ragged. He rolled to his side, facing her, placing a kiss on her cheek.

            “I love you, Emily; I have for a while now.” Harry said, looking into her eyes. She gazed back into his, smiling, still trying to catch her breath from their love making. They moved around in the bed to get under the covers. He turned her to face away from him, so that he could bring his body as close to hers as was possible. He nuzzled her neck and nipped at her ear.

            “I love you, Harry. I can’t imagine my life without you in it.” She said softly, shivering whenever he nuzzled that spot on her neck. “You make my life complete.”

            Harry chuckled and continued nuzzling her neck, feeling himself stir again; he could never get enough of this woman. Although, he wasn’t going to act on it again right now. He didn’t want to hurt her. The next day was his day off, and he had a plan. First they needed rest. On Monday, she would travel with him to the Ministry for Romano’s trial. Furrowing his brow, he asked, “Where did you get the name Avery from?”

            “Oh, that’s my real father’s last name. My mother told me and I had it legally changed when I turned 18. I couldn’t stand to keep Romano.” She answered.

            “Well, I can’t blame you there.” He muttered into her hair. Sighing deeply, his hand found the way to her belly and began rubbing in circles. Soon, he heard her even breathing and knew that she was asleep. He watched her sleep and then soon his eyes drifted closed, content with his life. He was going to be a father and had found the love of his life, what could be better.

            The next morning dawned and Harry awoke feeling better than ever. The woman he loved was lying curled up next to him, and he couldn’t be happier. Well, one thing would make him happier, but he had to wait for that. First things first, his plan; he needed a trip to Diagon Alley. Rising from the bed, he felt her stir as he moved, he reached for his glasses. Turning back to her, “Good morning, beautiful, how was your night?”

            She smiled at him, “Amazing. It felt wonderful being with you like that again. I don’t ever want it to end.”

            “I’m not going anywhere. Although I do need to make a floo call to let Molly know that I’m off work today. Tonight, I want to take you out to dinner.” He said to her, standing not ashamed of his nakedness in front of her. Pulling on some clothes, he stepped out of the bedroom, “Don’t go away, I’ll be right back.”             Walking into the kitchen, he said good morning to Kreacher, who was at the stove cooking breakfast. Stepping to the fireplace, he threw in some powder and stuck his head in the green flames, calling out for the Burrow. Once his head stopped spinning, he spotted Molly standing by the sink. “Molly.” He said into the silence. She jumped slightly and walked over to the fireplace.

            “Oh, Harry, dear. I’ll be over shortly.” She said.

            “No, that’s why I’m calling. I’m off work today, so there’s no need to come over. I do need a favor, though.” He told her what he needed and she readily agreed to it, telling him that it would be waiting for him at the counter. He thanked her and removed his head from the fire. Heading back upstairs, he found Emily still in bed as he told her to be. Crossing to her, he gathered her up in his arms and kissed her passionately. “I love you, you know that, right?” he said.

            She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. He growled and knelt on the bed next to her, laying her back on the bed again. “The things you do to me, woman,” he said. “As much as I would love to, we can’t right now. Things to do,” he told her. He let her up to dress and they made their way to the kitchen for a light lunch having slept through breakfast. “Kreacher, we will be dining out tonight, so take the night off and get some rest.” He said to the house elf. Turning to Emily, “I have to step out for a moment, but I won’t be long.” Kissing her cheek, he stepped to the fireplace and vanished into the green flames. Within a half an hour, he was back, finding her in the library watching the flames in the fireplace dance.

            Smiling, he stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb, and watched her. She felt him staring at her and looked his way, smiling she stood. “What time is dinner, and what should I wear?” she asked.

            “Hmm… a couple of hours now at 6, and there’s a dress laid out for you on the bed. We will be walking, the restaurant is not far from here,” Harry said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

            She eyed him suspiciously, “What are you up to?”

            “Nothing, nothing at all,” he answered. Taking her hand, he led her upstairs and into the shower, telling her she had two hours to be ready or he was going without her. He stepped back into the bedroom and put on his best suit and dress robes. He dressed quickly and went back downstairs to the library to wait for Emily. An hour and a half later, she appears at the top of the stairs in a green cocktail dress the flowed down to her knees. He smiled at seeing her and waited for her to descend the stairs. “You’re early.” He said as she reached the bottom step, “But that’s okay. You look beautiful.”

            “Thank you, Harry. You look dashing as always.” She smiled shyly. He offered her his arm and they walked to the front door to leave the house into the muggle street. He replaced the wards as soon as the door closed behind them and the house seemed to dissolve into the surroundings. They turned down the sidewalk and started walking towards the restaurant. Once there, the maître d seated them at a semi-private table for two in the corner. Harry ordered some sparkling cider for their drink and they perused the menu for their meal. After ordering, Harry reached across the table and held her hand openly, not caring who saw. They were in the muggle world so he didn’t think to use his special charm to conceal himself.
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