“You know I would love to argue and continue, but I think you’re right,” she admitted with a small, soft laugh sounding from her throat, lifting her chin to have her eyes search his with ease. “They know about you and I. I just haven’t gotten around to really telling anyone —

“Well, you know that I find you very handsome, but I’m not too sure if the thought of you pregnant intrigues me. It still is kind of funny though,” she pressed on teasingly with a laugh.

Dramatic and playful as she always had been, a bright little grin appeared on her lips and she closed her eyes for just a few moments, unable to hide her laughter. “Definitely picturing you as the pregnant one now.”

Hermione found herself humming softly against his lips, a small, genuine smile creasing onto them despite the current sickness that she still felt. Some days, it never seemed to go away. “Not anything more than you’re already doing. You do more than enough.”

“I felt much better a couple of days ago than I do now,” she admitted quietly, a small frown furrowing into her eyebrows. “But I guess that only means our little alien is doing well.” She quiets down instantly when their lips met, leaning up on her tiptoes to return his kiss.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, although despite her very efforts at keeping a straight face, the corners of her lips twitched into a subtle grin. “I just missed you.”

Hermione is rushing up behind @affluentlegacy, jumping up and wrapping both her arms and legs around him from behind, pressing a featherlight kiss to his cheek.

Oh, is that so? And what does my being pouty do to you, hm? (Quirking a single eyebrow, she hummed softly at his gentle touch as his fingers pushed through her hair.)

Yes, I know, I know. (Yet she’s still pouting, even as she found his hands and tugged him into her, burying her face against his chest.)

I know you mean well. (Still she’s found herself pouting, even though she does lean back in to return his soft kiss.)