James Potter (FutHermione/Ginny)

The day of James Potter's conception, 14th March 2009, 7:45 pm.

Harry and Ginny had been married for a few months now and their love for each other only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. They had been through a lot together, from battling dark forces to standing by each other's side during difficult times when either of their mental health was challenged. Wherever it was Ginny coping with grief over Fred's **** during the battle, or Harry's PTSD and survivors guilt, the other was there to guide them out of trouble. And now, as newlyweds, they were finally able to enjoy some peaceful and romantic moments together.

It had been a long and tiring day at work, but knowing that they would be spending the evening together made it all worth it.

They walked hand in hand, their fingers intertwined as they made their way to their favorite restaurant. The sun was setting, casting a beautiful orange glow in the sky, and as they sat down at their usual table, they couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the moment. The soft music playing in the background only added to the romantic atmosphere.

Harry ordered their favorite dishes while Ginny sipped on a glass of wine. They talked about their day, laughed at silly jokes and just enjoyed the simplicity of being in each other's company. It had been a while since they had been able to do this, without any disturbances or worries

As the night progressed, their conversation became more meaningful, with them discussing their hopes and dreams for the future. Harry talked about his plans for their first anniversary, while Ginny shared her ideas for their dream home. They both knew that no matter what challenges life threw at them, they would always have each other to lean on.

But children was not yet in their immediate plans. Nevertheless this would be disregarded later once the married lovers returned to their home, stumbling towards the bedroom as clothes were thrown off and passionate kisses persisted.

"I can't wait to get you into our bed, Gin," Harry breathed, as they fumbled with each other's buttons.

"Mmm, me too," Ginny purred. "I love you so much, Harry."

Their lips met in a hungry kiss, hands roaming over each other's bodies. They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, skin pressed against skin, their hearts beating as one. Ginny's full breasts were out and Harry's hands were open them. She gasped as his thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples.

"You have great tits, Gin?" Harry whispered, his voice heavy with lust.

Ginny could only blush, lost in the sensation of his touch. His hands slid lower, exploring the soft curves of her body.

"So sexy," he murmured, as his fingers dipped into the wetness between her thighs.

She moaned, her hips bucking against him. "You've got your treat, where's mine?" She pointedly says, eyes glaring at his remaining trousers and the boxers that were underneath.

He chuckled. "Alright, alright."

He shuffled off the bed, and began to strip.

"Merlin, definitely not the malnourished boy from the cupboard under the stairs, are you?" Ginny sighed dreamily, as his muscular form was revealed.

Harry smirked. "Not even a bit."

Once he was naked, he crawled back onto the bed, positioning himself over her. Ginny pulled him down for another searing kiss, her hands gripping his firm arse. "I love you Harry James Potter."

"I love you too, Ginevra Molly Potter." He then kissed down her neck, sucking gently on her pulse point.

"Fuck, Harry."

He continued his path downwards, pausing to give her breasts the attention they deserved. He was seconds from Accio'ing for a condom, when Ginny intercepted this motion. "For once, let's do this as nature intended honey."

"You know you're taking a risk?"

"We're Gryffindor's. We're meant to."

He nodded, before going back to suck on her breasts. She moaned loudly, arching into him. Her hands slid down his chest, feeling his muscles ripple beneath her fingertips.

"Mm, you're so hard for me, aren't you, baby?"

"Yes, and you're so wet for me too."

Ginny grinned wickedly, her fingers trailing lower until she found the hot, hard length of his cock.

"Oh god," he groaned, as her hand wrapped around his shaft. "Guide me in babe."

Ginny reached between them, lining his cock up with her entrance. He slowly pushed inside her, his cock stretching her tight walls. They both gasped at the sensation, their eyes locking on each other.

"You feel so good, Gin," he panted.

"You're so hot, Harry," she moaned.

His thrusts were deep and powerful, hitting all the right spots. They moved together in perfect sync, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Their pleasure was building, and their cries grew louder and louder.

"Fuck, Gin, I'm close," he growled, his pace quickening.

Ginny wasn't. She was on her way, but as of now there was no climax of her own to meet his. She doesn't voice this though, it's hardly his fault that the time in which Ginny's body builds pleasure, is longer than his. So instead, she just tells him to finish. "Let it go baby. Come for me, Harry."

He cried out her name as his release crashed over him, his seed spurting deep inside her. They kiss and embrace throughout his climax, bodies entangled and clinging together. Tender kisses and strokes flow over curves and muscle, as Harry's climax ends and post-coital bliss ensues.

That's the moment that James Potter is conceived.

It's that moment in which Hermione freezes time.

She walks around the frozen couple, her eyes fixed on the still forms entwined on the bed. In her open hands, plumes of glowing purple and gold swirled, emanating an otherworldly aura.

The purple plumes were what kept time frozen, while the golden plumes allowed her to freely move within the vacuum of time she had created. It was a power that was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

She was the only one who could move and think while everyone else was stuck in their own personal purgatory. Hermione was also able to observe what was happening within the frozen bubble of time. Her eyes soon fixed on one place in particular, of which she could partly see it underneath Harry. The abdomen of Ginny Weasley, and the ovum within. An egg that had just taken to one of Harry's hopeful tadpoles, frozen as they were still coming together, and beginning the process of developing life.

Hermione stepped closer to the couple, her hands still holding the swirling plumes. She could feel the power coursing through her, filling her with a sense of strength and purpose. She leant right over the bed, leaning on her forearms as she gazed longingly at the expanse of skin of Ginny's abdomen. Her face was only inches away from the area, and she could practically feel the heat radiating from her.

Hermione couldn't resist any longer. She pressed her lips to Ginny's stomach, her mouth making contact with her bare skin. "Hello James. I know your fourteen year old self from the future. You're a wonderful boy, an apple of any parents eye. A pleasure it would be, to call you my son."

With that said, the witch began to whisper incantations under her breath. Words in the Ancient Tongue, that had long been forgotten by the rest of the world. Yet they still lived on, in the most obscure of texts, and the deepest crevices of Hermione's mind. This was time magic that helped protect the future that she and everybody else would have, but allowed her to make relevant changes to certain aspects of that future.

And she is about to make very significant changes.

The incantations were spoken in a low, guttural tone, and were accompanied by new silvery glowing plumes floating up and around the room, filling it almost like thick mist. As the plumes surrounded the three of them, the air began to feel like static electricity. The thicker the air became, and the more charged it felt, the surer Hermione became that the future would be protected.

Hermione didn't want to cause unknown and unpredictable futures. The butterfly effect had to be eliminated. This means that when she goes back to the beginning of this beautiful night that Harry and Ginny are sharing, the things that Hermione will change in this moment will also result in the same future, that she would then return to. The future events will not be affected, just the one component of that future.

The silver plumes disappear once the future protections are complete, and only the gold and purple plumes orbiting Hermione's hands were present. "There, no need to worry. I've just created your destined future, but I'm afraid James that you can't head into that future with his genetics" she says, as she points towards the frozen figure of her friend. "Harry Potter. He's a great guy, and a good father. He's just not me. And the best deserve the best, don't they."

Hermione pushes off the bed and returns to a standing position, looking down at Ginny's still face of bliss. "And you Ginny, I'll be seeing you in about...two hours ago."

The brunette focuses on the plumes orbiting her hands, her face marred in concentration. The plumes were running separate orbit paths from each other, ensuring that they weren't meeting and coming together. This separation had to be maintained to ensure time was frozen, but now that Hermione needed to travel back through time again, the situation now requires them to combine.

Hermione's hands are out in front of her, reversing her palms so that the left hand was on the right and facing left, and the right on the left facing right. This is what allows her to travel backwards in time, the more comfortable and conventional left-facing-right is the method that allows her to travel forwards in time.

The two plumes float together, slowly combining. The purple and the gold, mixing and morphing together, becoming one and the same.

Instantly Hermione sees motion returning to the room, except in reverse. She's watching Harry and Ginny go from post-coital bliss, back into climax, then backwards through their love-making. The whole reverse process continues:

Harry pulling out of Ginny.

Harry's boxers finding their way back on him, followed by his trousers.

Ginny's breasts being fondled.

Both of them falling in reverse up from the bed, and more clothes finding themselves back on their bodies.

Leaving the bedroom and heading back down the hall.

It's here that Hermione must follow them, continuing to keep the plumes in contact with each other. The contact is slight, which is where most of her concentration was centred. Too much contact and she'd be rewinding fast through time, her physical body unable to keep up with the pace.

They all arrive outside, Harry and Ginny are walking backwards into the restaurant. Backwards they go, the food falling out their mouths and filling up the plates again. This is the part that grosses Hermione out, but it cannot be helped.

Back into the streets. Back home. Changing back out of their fine clothes into work clothes. Convening back in the living room.

Greeting each other after work, then Harry heading backwards through the Floo. Ginny going back to the sofa and lounging there, rubbing her sore feet.

Hermione continues this backwards path for another thirty minutes, to give her the time she needed. Then she drew the connecting plumes away from each other, freezing time again. "Hmmm" she ponders, realising an issue she ought to have considered beforehand "how am I going to get to the Ministry, without using my hands?"

She considered using the Floo connection like Harry had, but realised that with the flames frozen in time that idea was impossible. She needed hand contact with her wand to apparate, so that was ruled out too. The more she thought of it, the more she knew there was only one choice. She is heading on foot to the Ministry.

"Stupid. So stupid" she berates herself, already walking towards the door. "Thanks to my lack of thinking, I now have to walk three miles with my arms outstretched, avoiding physical interaction with everything."

It's arduous, tedious, dumb and slightly exhausting...but she does it. She makes it, and now stands at one of the entrances disguised as toilet cubicles. All she needs is to restart time just long enough to use this entrance, freezing time the moment her feet touch the marble tiles of the Ministry atrium floor.

"Alright. Alright, I can do this" she murmurs, dispersing the plumes in her hands.

Time resumes immediately, and not a second goes to waste. Hermione pulls the chain to send her whirlpooling down the bog and into the Ministry of Magic. It's fortunately not too busy, and she's immediately recalling the time magic powers. Time freezes as soon as the brand new plumes develop an orbit each.

"Bloody hell, that was more trouble than it needed to be. But I'm here now." She smiles, knowing that the hardest part of her plan was...still to come.

Hermione made her way down the halls of the Ministry, taking the stairs up to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She passes human figures in mid-walk, mid-conversation, mid-sip. Hermione even passes an unfortunate woman still tumbling from a fall, a dozen sheets of parchment floating in the air in front of her falling face.

Harry's office is soon in sight, and she makes her way over to his desk. Harry isn't in here yet, but she knew he'd be along shortly after this moment in time, to file his reports that were mandated to be complete before his shift ended.

This is the important ingredient to stopping Harry from coming home. If these unsigned reports were misplaced, he could not leave the Ministry until he'd found them and signed them. So that's exactly what she was doing.

Hermione reached for the files just laying there on the desk, practically calling for Hermione to take them, but she stopped herself as the visual reminder of the time magic spoiled those plans. "God damn you. What am I meant to use, my feet?"

Well, she couldn't think of anything better. She'd risk combining the plumes if she tried to use her hands, and she needed both hands in close proximity to keep the magic activated. It would have to come down to how well Hermione can use her feet.

So that's exactly what she does. Hermione first shoves the files off the desk with her hip, then starts kicking the file along the floor and out of the room.

Hermione was now on the second floor, the Department of Magical Games and Sports. She knew her best chance was for the file to become lost down here. Here it is easy for a file to get lost, because this department was always a cluttered mess of papers and discarded documents. The beauty of a DMLE crime report is that they can't be summoned for security and confidentiality reasons, so Harry would actually have to look long and hard for it.

The file was kicked amongst littered piles of newspapers and sports publications. These were discarded items that nobody in the department is going to sieve through. This report was well and truly lost.

But Hermione has to make sure it wasn't impossible to find. She needs to stall Harry for a few hours, not completely make it impossible for Harry to leave. If Harry could never find this report, then his job is at stake. Getting sacked is a major break in the timeline that her future protections could not account for, bringing the butterfly effect well and truly into play.

So Harry needs to find this eventually, but after a very, very long search. She's mighty glad that she didn't go with the Department of Mysteries after all.

She kicks the file once more, ensuring it's situated on top of a pile. The department workers wouldn't notice it, but once Harry or someone else from the DMLE came searching for it , suddenly it becomes obvious to spot amongst everything else.

That's enough. Hermione turns away and heads back out the way she came, and down to the atrium. Hermione walks straight through the Ministry, the plumes never leaving her hands. Her victory smile threatens to slip out prematurely, but she mentally collects herself. Until she feels the time shift she's taking nothing for granted.

The time magic will signify that there is need for immediate relevant action, or risk her future protections failing. This is actually the result that Hermione is hoping to get. The warning isn't really a warning, it's her signal to start and fulfil the rest of her plan in real time. If she gets no warning at all, that means the future she tried to make the destined fate cannot be possible, and all this work is for nothing. That's the result she doesn't want.

Right in front of the apparation points, Hermione pulls her hands away and the time connection breaks.

In the following seconds time does not restart immediately like it did before, because the shifting is beginning to take affect. The purple and gold plumes do not disappear at a fast rate, they instead change to an identical rouge red colour firstly before slowly fading away. As they do the air around seems to wobble and spin, almost like a heat haze.

"That's it, that's the warning." Hermione grins, her body already vibrating as she prepares to leave. Time is about to restart, and Hermione has the next two hours to try and complete her goal. If she runs out of time, or her changes are not sufficient enough, the future protections will fail. "Here goes phase two."

She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and thinks of where she wants to go. Then the witch apparates out of the Ministry, landing back out the front of Grimmauld Place. Hermione is recognised as a friend of the residents, and 12 Grimmauld Place then starts revealing itself. She knocks on the front door, and waits.

The same Ginny that Hermione had seen frozen in time on the sofa, was now clearly fumbling on the other side of the door. Hermione knows she's peeping out the peephole, wondering which one of her friends entrusted with access to the abode, is visiting her at this time of the evening. "Hermione?" The brunette hears from the redhead through the door.

"Hi Ginny, it's me" the brunette confirms, and the door swings open. "Sorry I've just come from the Ministry. Is Harry back yet?"

"No, not yet" Ginny answers, and steps aside to let the woman inside. "He's still at work."

"Oh, well I'm sure he'll be along in a minute" Hermione stares cooly, and heading inside and removing her jacket.

"Actually...Hermione...I did tell you about tonight, did you forget?" Ginny says, a little concerned.

"Tell me what Ginny?"

"Hermione...this is date night. Harry and I are going out for dinner when he gets home. We've been planning this for a week. I swear I told you" the redhead insists.

"Oh right. Sorry, it must have slipped my mind. Shall I go then?"

"Don't be silly, you made a mistake is all" Ginny says, her face lighting up in an instant. "Besides, Harry will be back any minute. What did you want to see him about?"

"Oh, just something that can wait till tomorrow" Hermione insists convincingly.

"Mione. What. Are. You. Here. For" the redhead asks, emphasising her words.

"I just wanted to ask a favour is all. I had a long day at work too, and was wondering if...I could..." Hermione starts moving closer to Ginny who doesn't realise the situation that's about to unfold.

Hermione's face was now directly in front of Ginny's. She could feel the witches hot breath on her skin, and smell the fresh apple scent from her perfume.

"Actually...do you like this lip gloss I'm using?" She asks the redhead.

"Er, yeah, looks good" Ginny replies, caught off guard by the question.

"Yeah, I was thinking of buying more, but I don't know if it's worth the price" the witch says, her head leaning to the side and her face drawing nearer. "I like the flavour but, I'm not sure if it's particularly pleasing to a receiver, if you know what I mean."

"Um, er, maybe. It's a nice gloss but, I'm not really into flavours personally" Ginny admits, still clueless about what's happening.

"Well yeah. But I'm not asking for you to have it, I'm asking if you think it would put anybody off...you know, kissing?"

"Kissing, what? Mione, what the hell are you-"

But Ginny never finishes that question, because Hermione's lips are already pressing against hers. Hermione's hand snakes around the redhead's waist, pulling her closer. Then she pulls away just as suddenly. "There. How was that? It's sweet, but you can still tell you're kissing someone, not making out with fruit, right Gin?"

"Uhh" is all the stunned Ginny can manage.

"Ginny, you alright?" Hermione asks, drawing closer again. "Gin, what's wrong?"

"You-you kissed me. You...kissed me" Ginny says, dumbstruck.

"Yes I did" Hermione leans in and connects their lips again for a brief two seconds. "I just did it again. What are you going to do about it?"

"Mione, fuck. Stop, no!" The redhead finally finds the ability to respond, but trying to push her friend away was insanely difficult. Because of one thing Ginny is beginning to notice. "What's that smell?"

"I don't know, describe it?" Hermione asks innocently.

"Smells like...vanilla. But also smells...sweaty" the redhead tries her best to describe the smell, and the effects it's beginning to have on her body.

"People sweat Ginny, and I'm sorry to disappoint you if you thought I didn't sweat" the brunette retorts, but the redhead isn't paying attention.

"Oh Merlin. Why is it doing this to me? Fuck, I feel dizzy" Ginny is trying to push her away, but the smell and her weakened state are making her attempts in vain. Then her pussy contracted hard in a pleasure impulse. "OH MY GOD! What the fuck is this?!"

"Oh, I know what smell you're talking about now" Hermione says, her lips hovering over the redhead's neck and letting a small breath out onto the skin. "Give me your hand and you can discover it for yourself."

"What? No" Ginny tries to resist, but she cannot resist. She is rendered completely powerless. Her hand is taken, and her fingers are guided under the brunette's skirt. It doesn't take much searching to locate what Hermione is guiding her to.

"There. You've found it" Hermione moans as the redhead's fingers brush across the huge bulge underneath Hermione's granny pants.

"Fuck. You've got a-a, fuck. Is this a dick?" Ginny stammers.

"It's more than a dick, reach a little lower. It's the full package" Hermione instructs, and the redhead's finger is already obeying. She grasps onto one tennis ball sized nut and immediately startles the redhead with them. "That's my balls Gin, they are what you've been smelling. And they're musk is slowly breaking your mind."

"I'm-I'm not broken, fuck. I'm not" the redhead denies, her own pussy now soaking wet.

"Not yet" the brunette promises, and leans in again. This time Ginny doesn't push her away, her head falling limply backwards to accept her friend's lips. Hermione takes advantage, kissing Ginny deeply and allowing her tongue to enter.

The taste is a powerful combination of the vanilla flavoured lip gloss, and Hermione's natural musk. Both are so overpowering, that Ginny has no hope of fighting back.

Ginny's free hand and not occupied fondling Hermione's bulge, begins to pull at the back of Hermione's neck, pulling her further in. Her pussy is aching with desire, her nipples are erect, her skin is burning. She's not sure she's ever felt this horny in her life.

Hermione can feel Ginny full body surrender. She starts to usher Ginny through the hallway, without breaking off the kiss.

They stumble into the master bedroom, their lips still locked together. Hermione pushes Ginny towards the bed, and they fall onto it, their hands still exploring each other's bodies. It is primal and passionate, as if they have been holding back this desire for each other for far too long. And one of them had.

Hermione already knows the times are not perfectly synced between Harry and Ginny's sexual event, and this one. Harry and Ginny had gone out to dinner and come back before they started making love, whereas Hermione just showed up and started not long after. But the sequence is definitely beginning to be mightily similar. The synchronization and the sequence did not have to be perfect though, all that matters is one crucial component. Ginny conceiving James. Hermione could afford to be creative and enjoy herself, as long as she actually impregnates Ginny in the next two hours.

"Take your clothes off, show me how much you want me" Hermione orders, and the redhead wastes no time in following. She strips naked in record time, lying back down with her full tits laid bare, and spreading her legs for the brunette to revel in. "You are such a slutty little girl."

"You make me feel this way" Ginny replies. "I need your dick. Fuck, it's driving me crazy."

"Hold on, I haven't had my treat yet" the brunette reminds her, grasping the redhead's full breasts to point out the treasure that she speaks of.

Hermione moves her mouth down, licking at Ginny's erect nipples. The brunette sucks hungrily on the left tit, while her hand pulls and plays with the other breast. Hermione is on a time limit sure, but not too short to not enjoy every moment. She switches to the other breast, and Ginny moans loudly in approval.

"Fuck Mione, suck on my tits, yes!" The redhead groans, and Hermione continues for another couple of minutes before finally sitting up.

"You like having your nipples sucked?" The brunette asks. "No, you love having your nipples sucked."

"Yeah, it makes me so wet" the redhead nods in agreement, her eyes fixated on the tent in the brunette's skirt.

"Well then, let's get you wetter" Hermione grins, and reaches up under her own skirt to pull her granny pants down. The massive meaty shaft sprouts out, the smell of sweaty balls and musk increasing after the exposure.

"Oh fuck" Ginny breathes in heavily, as if she'd just received an electric shock.

"Like what you see? It's all for you, my slutty one" the brunette teases, the redhead now drooling with lust. "You can have my dick if you tell me what you want. Beg for it."

"Please fuck me Mione, I can't handle this anymore" the redhead begs. "I want it so bad. Harry's not nearly this big. I must have it."

That's the first time Ginny's mentioned her husband since the presence of Hermione's musk was discovered. It is a comment that clearly indicates something more than compliance. Sheer willingness.

"Then you can have it" Hermione declares, and lowers herself to hover over the redhead. Hermione's hands grip Ginny's thighs, and then pushes them wide and around her own hips, calves hooking together behind.

Hermione's thick tip presses up against the entrance, and the redhead moans with pleasure. Hermione tests the entry by dipping the head in and withdrawing several times, testing the stretch and determining the speed in which Hermione would proceed with. And also just to tease the hell out of Ginny.

"Stop teasing, put it in!" The redhead whines.

"You really want me to ram in and tear your walls. That's not going to feel good" Hermione returns sternly, but hiding a playful smirk.

"Please, just do it" Ginny begs, her eyes closed and head back, waiting for the penetration.

Hermione realises she can't hold out any longer herself, and plunges the thick bulbous head inside the redhead. Ginny squeals as her tightness is stretched, and then moans as the pleasure starts taking effect.

Hermione saws her shaft inside, progressing forwards. Ginny is moaning and groaning the whole time, her pussy gripping the intrusion, the pleasure of being filled beyond anything she's felt before. The brunette bottoms out with a few inches to spare, leaning right over Ginny and nipping light kisses across her face.

"That feels amazing" Ginny mutters.

"I've only just started, hold on to something" Hermione warns her, and then starts to fuck the redhead with vigour. Her thrusts begin fast and deep, her pelvis pounding into Ginny's crotch. The huge balls impact with bruising **** into Ginny's arse, sending shivers up the redhead's spine.

"OH MY GOD!" Ginny screams out.

Hermione continues her fucking, and Ginny's moans ring out throughout the empty house. Nobody there to stop them. A night that once upon a different time, was consisted of romance and love-making between two newlyweds. A night that now saw Harry's best friend drilling his wife's pussy into their marital bed. A night that Hermione hoped would result in the same conception of one special boy, but with genes superior to the "dad" that would raise him like previously. Until the time in which Hermione returns to the future to claim her kin and concubine.

Hermione fucks Ginny with everything she has, in every position she can think of, leading the redhead to a total of four earth-shattering orgasms. The first is a powerful climax, that rocks the redhead's world and her brain. Hermione keeps the redhead pinned and helpless, forcing her to accept every thrust as she rides out the orgasm.

The second and third comes when Hermione is lying on her back, and Ginny is riding the dick python like a whore. Hermione is gripping her hips and assisting in the ride, but allows the redhead to be in charge of her pleasure. The brunette loves the view of the bouncing tits she's afforded, and the blissful face the redhead bears.

The fourth comes shortly after Hermione initiates the mating press. The end is approaching for Hermione too, who can feel her huge throbbing balls boiling over, and ready to shoot their payload. Her body is slick with sweat as Ginny's clawing fingers slide off it. Hermione's arms are burning, but the desire to finish is stronger. She keeps at it, the redhead's eyes rolled back and her moans of ecstasy growing louder.

"FUCK, OH MERLIN, FUCK. OH FUCK, OH MERLIN FUCK" Ginny endlessly wails as she endlessly cums. The brunette is tucked up by Hermione's body, smothering all movement and asserting her dominance. She silences the moan initiating the hottest and most fierce tongue kiss she can muster, as her large hips loudly "PLAP" against Ginny's.

"FUUUCK" Hermione roars as her own orgasm hits. She pumps the redhead's pussy with rope after rope of her virile seed, filling up her womb with the potent cum. She knows if Harry is able to seed James Potter with a far less powerful cumshot than her, then she's succeeded in his stead with a landslide victory. In fact, there's a slight worry that's she over-succeeded and created twins or triplets. But that's a distant thought as she stays impaled inside Ginny, dispensing her victory seed.

After what feels like a solid minute of release, the two witches finally pull apart, and fall onto the bed panting.

"That...was...un-fucking-believable" the redhead heaves, and rolls to the side to snuggle into the brunette.

"Yeah, it was pretty spectacular" Hermione agrees, and wraps her arm around the redhead. With her wand suddenly in hand Hermione puts Ginny to sleep and removes her memory of their union, before sitting up and removing her naked form from the bed. "I swear that better have worked."

Hermione knew that even without the assurance of time, had she just walked in and took Harry's wife in real time without the future protections, she would've probably gotten her pregnant anyway. But the world in the future would've been unpredictable that way, and Hermione likes a guarantee. No matter what though, she knows Ginny will have her child and that was special.

It's time to find out if she fulfilled her goal. Did she get all the right components together to work time within the boundaries of her future protections? Or had she missed a vital component in that? She needs to freeze time again and feel the results for herself. The gold and purple plumes return around Hermione's outstretched hands, the room slowly begins to slow and go still. Hermione's nerves are shot and her heart rate is racing, hoping that there isn't a foreboding heavy atmospheric pressure awaiting to indicate her intended future was lost.

Thankfully, she isn't. The air is only thick around the plumes orbiting her hands, as normal. Everything else is low pressure and the electric charge in the air is down. She'd done it. She just sired James Potter, who would be raised and live an identical life as before, but with Hermione Granger's genes. She was safe to travel back to the timeline in the future, and see her son.

She can't wait to meet him.