It was now approaching mid-December, and Hermione could no longer ignore the immense struggle it took to squeeze herself into her jeans. Hearing the boys attempting to control their laughter behind her, her arms fell to her sides in defeat.
"Arrrrrrgh!" she groaned out in irritation.
Clearing his throat, Ron announced that he'd go gather some firewood for later. Truthfully, he still wasn't okay with their overall situation yet, and would prefer not to be around a potential 'lovers spat'.
"Baby, could you grab me my wand?" Hermione called in annoyance.
As Ron walked past, he exchanged a sympathetic look with Harry.
Walking over to Hermione, Harry handed her the wand; trying to hide his smile from her in the process.
"Oh, honestly," she cried.
Gathering all of her clothes, including the ones she'd attempted to put on, she tossed them on the bed and cast the Undetectable Extension Charm.
"Aha!" she exclaimed in excitement.
Harry lifted an eyebrow in confusion.
"Harry, this will help conceal my growing baby bump from anyone noticing a difference! When they look at me, they'll only see the regular non-pregnant version of me!" she explained.
"Well, that does certainly help…but walking will still eventually pose an issue for you. I mean, people might suspect that something's up when 'regular-sized-Hermione' can only walk slowly while holding her back for support," Harry teased.
"Hmm. That's true…still, I'll keep researching for any helpful suggestions," she paused. Harry was staring at her intently now. "What?" she asked.
"'Mione, don't get me wrong, I love seeing you this way, but you're still starkers," reminding her with a smirk.
Glancing down at herself, she returned her gaze to Harry, licking her lips.
"You know," strutting towards Harry, pushing him onto their bed, straddling her legs slowly over him, "Ron will probably be out for a while…" her hands delving beneath his light grey ribbed sweater, exploring his sculpted chest, causing him to gasp in response. Pressing her body firmly down to nuzzle his ear she whispered, "We might have time to…" she trailed off.
Placing his hands on her hips, he gingerly pushed her back until she finally sat up, leaving her hands on his chest underneath his sweater.
Frowning, she asked, "What's the matter?"
"I don't think we should. I mean, I'd love nothing more than to ravage you again and again, but…" he drawled.
"But what?" she persisted.
Releasing a reluctant sigh, he continued, "Well, with the babies growing inside of you….maybe we should just wait?"
"Harry, I assure you it will be fine." Seeing that she wasn't easing his nerves she continued, "Baby, you can't expect me to be hormonal, pregnant, and NOT make love to you for an additional 7 ½ months!" Her voice was almost becoming shrill at the thought.
Ron dropped the wood he collected outside and re-entered the tent. His eyes immediately spotted the sexually entangled pair on their cot.
"Oh, Bloody Hell!!" he exclaimed, looking away. "I was only gone for a few minutes! Do you two think you could summon enough willpower to not SHAG while I'm around?!"
Yelping in surprise, Hermione ducked underneath the covers, blushing furiously while Harry scrambled off the bed.
"Sorry, mate," mumbled Harry.
"Yeah, yeah," muttered Ron, waving a hand in the air dismissively.