Weekend park visit

"I've recently interrogated some suspects that put me on the trail of that thing Harry's been mentioning now and then," Hermione told Ron as the two sat down in the No-Maj park. It was summer and the weather was nice for being Britain, so Hermione figured she wanted to invite Harry to meet out in fresh air and chat a little.

Ron had bought ice cream for the both of them. His looked like a circus clown in ice cream form, Hermione had opted for a green Mocha shaved ice horror.

"Oh? You've gotten back on that deep 'reality curse' theory of his?" Ron said as he remembered the last time he met Harry a few months back. It wasn't the most interesting thing that happened that day in that apartment, but Ron figured it wouldn't hurt entertaining Harry a little about the subject.

"Yes, it's really dark and ancient magic. Created by a wizard culture that didn't worry much about the supremacy of their blood. They focused on sculpting it into perfection by using powerful sacrificial energies," Hermione said as she flipped through her notebook, showing off some glyphs Ron had never seen before.

"Nothing like what the ****-eaters use by the looks of things?" Ron asked

"Voldemort had a few translated notes in his Horcrux and rebirth research, from what I've been able to stitch back together. but I suspect the creators of this magic still exist somewhere, and they managed to keep themselves out of any wizarding wars for... millennia," Hermione said with a tone of admiration Ron rarely heard from her. She turned her head as she noticed something. "Oh, here's Harry," she said and Ron looked over. And blinked, once again.

Harry was wearing white sneakers, a red pair of tights, a black gym jacket and a black sports bra, pushing a stroller. As he noticed the two she beamed and waved.

Ron however, noticed she was rubbing his belly. Demonstratively for him, he suspected. Which looked rounder than it had been the last time he'd seen him.

"So the Weasleys are naturally gifted but late bloomers?" Harry smirked as Ron pistoned in and out of Harry's perfectly tailored vagina. It was as if they'd been together for years and Harry's insides had grown around his cock. "Now let me feel you fill me up and make me a Weasley baby maker!"

"Wow, you're looking good, Harry," Hermione said, impressed and slightly jealous. "Are you able to keep a such a strict exercising regime as before after the birth?"

Harry thanked her and beamed a bit while Hermione talked. "I dunno, it seems my body just went into overdrive when I got a baby in me. I've barely exercise and I eat a lot but somehow I keep myself fit," Harry said.

"And, you got another one on the way?" Ron asked in a nervous tone, causing Hermione to cough as she realized Harry's belly bump wasn't remnants from his previous pregnancy.

"Oh you noticed, huh?" Harry said as he bumped his belly out. "I actually had abs a month after birth. Hopefully my belly muscles doesn't burst this time either. Overall I didn't get too big, so fingers crossed!"

"Wow, pregnant again? With who exactly?" Hermione said after freezing for a few moments.

"Just a friend, this time. I think it might be that curse that the moon visitor is talking about," Harry said, avoiding the question by changing the subject. "a month after I gave birth, I was running up the walls when I began ovulating. I made a mess of things to keep myself in check. After I cooled down a bit, I realized that I couldn't go through another period without **** some poor guy off the streets. And nobody would want that."

"No that would be bad," Ron said and took a big spoon of ice cream to cool off, hoping the sweat beading on his forehead wouldn't collect on the tip of his nose so that Hermione would notice.

"Well it seems I might need to double my effort into these notes again, now that we've broken up that last cell," Hermione said in a exasperated tone, putting the blame on herself as much as on Harry. "As long as you feel you've got the capabilities to raise two kids... are you ever going to get time to join us at the ministry?

"Well I do hope so, eventually," Harry said as he pondered about the situation. "I can always get some help from the elves, but I can't live off my inheritance until the kids are grown up."

"Well, if we can get a grant for researching your situation, we might get you some funds," Hermione said as she pulled out her notebook again. "Have you gotten any more notes from the moon visitor? there was a full moon last night, right?"

"Sure, he seems sort of angry though," Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders. "He didn't approve of my choice of father for my second child. But he seems to be very focused on the idea that guys normally don't have wombs and he didn't use to have."

"Have you been home and looked around for that magazine he's asking about?" Ron asked, focusing on other things than Harry's knowing and teasing eyes.

"Well, he claims he's thrown them out. And I can't blame him, he's in his mid twenties too. I don't think I'd put much sentimental value to some weird wizard porn magazines."

"Did he remember the name of the magazine though?" Hermione asked. She was looking into various magazines and figuring out the name of this one would make it a lot easier to hunt down another copy.

"Not really. His girlfriend was looking into it though. After Dudley got the twins out of his womb he's been a bit less interested in women without huge cocks and boys like himself and myself." Harry said.

"Wait, Dudley's had twins with his girlfriend? We should have sent him a gift," Ron said. He didn't have much goodwill left over to Harry's cousin, but at least he seemed to be eager to start a family with his girlfriend.

"Fortunately for him she's able to keep up with his libido. She's surprisingly big too, like ten inches semi-hard by the looks of the bulge. Maybe I should ask her next time..." Harry said as he seemed to get distracted with a dumb smile on his face.

"Hey, If you need help getting a dad for another kid, get in touch with us first," Hermione said and punched Harry in the boob, making him wince with a smirk. "We're your best friends. Friends don't let friends go unbred."

"No doubt," Ron said in agreement as Hermione gave him a look of suspicion. "What?" Ron defensively muttered as he took another spoonful of ice cream.