Celebrating Life

Written for Harry’s Birthday drabble for the Harmony & Co Facebook page

They day was bright and exceptionally hot. It was the first day in almost a week that it hadn’t been rainy and humid, which was good because the Potters were busy throwing a huge party.

Harry had, as he usually did, protested the largess of the party, but Hermione and Ron wouldn’t hear anything against the idea, just like usual. Harry knew that Hermione used the birthday celebrations as a way to make up for Harry’s dismal childhood. Harry was okay with that, though he didn’t require such large celebrations.

This year was special because it was his first birthday as a married man. He and Hermione had been married for just six months, and he couldn’t be happier. They were both settled into good jobs and had bought their first home together. They’d decided that buying together was better than living in Potter Manor, as that place was much too big for just the two of them.

Harry watched as Hermione levitated the large cake out onto the patio kitchen table. “Happy Birthday, my love,” she said as she sat it down in front of him.

Harry smiled at her then pulled her in for a steamy kiss.

“Get a room! And give me some cake!” Ron shouted. The rest of their friends laughed at the red head’s usual antics. Harry broke away laughing.

“We’d better cut the cake, or else Ron will starve,” he said, giving his wife one last squeeze. As they served that cake, Harry just knew that life couldn’t get any better than this.

He was so wrong, as he found out later that night.


Later that night, Harry was sitting on their bed waiting for Hermione to finish her business in the bathroom. He knew she was planning something, and he was anxious to get started. Every time they made love it was a new and exciting experience. It was something that he would never get enough of. The feel of her skin as it pressed against his, the taste of her mouth, the way she was always ready for him. He loved it all. He lover her.

When she came out, she had a bright smile on her face. She wasn’t dressed in anything extravagant. Harry had learned a lot about his feisty bookworm during their time together, one of them being that she didn’t have the patience for complicated or extravagant undergarments. Even on their wedding night, she had kept it simple. He loved that about her. The nightgown she wore this evening was a pearl white number that hung off her slim shoulders and fell just above her knees.

Before he could pull her to him and start the night’s celebrations, Hermione pulled away and put a finger on his lips.


“Hmm?” Harry asked as he moved his lips away from her finger and attacked her neck.

Hermione giggled. “Harry, listen to me for a moment.”

“But I’m busy.”

Hermione groaned as he sucked on a sensitive part of her neck. But she had to be strong, so she pulled away. “Listen to me, Harry James!”

“Okay, I’m listening,” Harry said, giving an overplayed sigh.

“I’ve got something to tell you.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Oh? Are you finally going to confess about eating the last of the doughnuts?”

“I did not! Okay, maybe I did, but that’s not what I need to tell you.”

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m the one that brought the doughnuts home, so the last one was rightfully mine anyways,” she said seriously.

Harry sighed. “If you say so.” Then he brought his mouth back to her neck after pulling her back to her position between his knees.


“What,” Harry said with a frustrated groan.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Okay, well?”

Hermione smiled, nervously. “I”m pregnant.”

Harry just stared at her for several moments, his mouthing hanging open in shock. Hermione waited for it to pass and for the smile she hoped would appear. Then she waited some more. And some more. And some more.

“H-harry?” She asked softly, worried. Maybe he wasn’t happy about this. Before she could think too much more about it, she had been picked up and literally dropped back onto their bed. Harry wasted no time falling right on her and mashing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

After several minutes of heavy snogging and wickedly wild wondering hands, Harry pulled back. “Really?”

Hermione giggled. “Yeah.”

“I’m going to be a dad,” Harry said, his eyes filled with wonder and happy tears.


Harry looked back down at his bride, then said before he starting kissing her again, “Happy birthday to me.”

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