Raising Noah

Chapter 4

I usually write pretty long chapters but wanted to give Hermione, Harry and Ginny their own feature.

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Ginny spoke in hushed tones.

Harry craned his neck to listen to his wife's conversation.

His eagerness would not be rewarded because Ginny let out an undignified scream.

"WHAT?" The fiery redhead yelled.

Harry jumped, spilling the mug of hot tea all over himself.

Little James ran into the kitchen excitedly and tugged on his mother's nightdress.

He squealed, "Mummy, I'm hungry"

Ever so calmly, Ginny ruffled his hair, covered the mouthpiece of the phone and muttered, "In a minute darling, mummy is threatening uncle Ron."

She quickly mumbled a few stern words and hung up.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Ginny ignored him and busied herself with making the hungry toddler a bowl of oats.

James eagerly took the bowl and settled into the empty seat next to his father.

Ginny turned her back to the counter, leaned against it and fixed Harry with a look, "Hermione has called off the wedding"

Harry choked on a buttered piece of bread, Ginny whacked him hard on the back.

Coughing and sputtering, he surfaced with eyes filled with tears.

He couldn't believe his ears, "What?"

Ginny shrugged, "Did she mention anything to you?"

Harry shook his head at once, "Not a word but she has been acting rather dodgy lately."

He asked curiously, "If she broke it off, why the heck where are you yelling at Ron?"

Ginny grinned and covered her son's ears, "Because it's probably because of some dumbshit he did."

Harry wasn't so sure, "Somehow I rather doubt it."

Naked and deliciously sore Hermione woke up.

Fuck my life! She had sex with him again. She had to hand it to him, the man was good, very good.

That second time she came, she screamed out his name.

A seductive voice drawled, "Good morning."

She struggled to sit up and hurriedly covered herself with the white bedsheet.

Draco eyed her and smirked, "You don't need to cover yourself but here..."

Balancing the plate of food on the palm of his hand, he bent over, picked up the discarded t-shirt and threw it at her.