Minerva was the first to wake up, a smile alighting her face as she realized all of the previous night was not a dream and Hermione was truly in her arms, brown head of curls using her chest as a pillow. Her body felt delightfully sore and kissed the top of her lovers head. Because she didn't want to wake her young love, Minerva thought about how they had gotten to this point, how a student-teacher relationship had changed to one of friendship and then morphed to mutual love.

It started at the end of Hermione's 5th year, while Minerva was being seen a lot in the Hospital Wing for checkups and potions from Poppy, she would visit with Hermione as she recovered from Dolohov's curse. At the start of Hermione's 6th year, the two would meet in Minerva's private rooms for tea and a chat and the night Dumbledore had died, instead of tea they switched to Firewhiskey. The last time they had been together alone before now was when Hermione had come to her rooms, made sure Minerva was fully relaxed and had more than one drink in her before dropping the bomb that she and the boys would not be coming back. They were able to say their goodbyes at Bill and Fleur's wedding and before the message of the Ministry falling, Minerva had given Hermione a journal that worked as a two way for them. Throughout the past year they had sent messages to each other, sometimes catching the other in the process of using the book and chatted back and forth live.

It was the only thing keeping her sane at Hogwarts, knowing that the three were, well not fine, but still alive and even Hermione had mentioned once or twice their conversations were the only thing that was helping her cope while on the run. Hermione would write in it daily, sometimes it was just a one line sentence saying they were still alive and other times it would be a full blown couple pages. When the three were captured, that was when she was worried for she hadn't heard from Hermione in three days and once the woman explained why she was gone, Minerva remembered how badly she wished she had known that had happened and she could have found some way to see Hermione and hold her as she recovered and broken down, instead of having to read what all happened.

Through the use of the journals Minerva realized was when she had noticed that she felt more for Hermione than just as friends. She shared more with the other woman than most of her friends, minus Albus, knew about her. And then when there was the three days of nothing, when it was just one Minerva not only panicked but Hermione was constantly on her mind, not Hermione and the boys, but just Hermione. When the final battle was going on and Minerva had spotted Hermione during the lull between fights, she felt such an overwhelming relief that naturally she wanted to express to Hermione how happy and relieved she was to see her and then thoughts of possibly dying without expressing what she felt for Hermione warping her mind and they were alone, naturally she kissed Hermione and now that the girl not only returned her feelings but was currently sharing her bed along with making passionate love all night long, Minerva finally felt content, happy, and looking forward to the future.

Minerva was pulled out of her spinning thoughts as she felt a hand trail down to the ebony curls above the apex of her thighs and a hot moist mouth latch onto a nipple, moan escaping her lips. Hermione lifted her head up, an impish smile on her face as her finger played with Minerva's clit, before she leaned down and kissed her, plundering her mouth. "Good morning love," she said before attacking lips again.

Before Minerva could respond however there was a knock heard from the outside door. Cursing she got up, grabbed her night robe and stormed to the entrance. Hermione stifled a giggle at the look on her lover's face. She pitied whoever was on the other side of the door interrupting at the worst possible time. "This better be important," Minerva grumbled under her breath before pushing open the entrance to find Harry on the other side. "Good morning Harry. Is there something you need?"

"Nope, just wanted to talk with Hermione for a bit now that things are over. I was planning on talking to her last night, but when I checked the map to see where she was at, I noticed she was a bit busy," he smirked at the slight blush that appeared on Minerva's cheeks.

"Alright, but I warn you, there isn't much seating left, most was destroyed." She explained as she stepped back to allow Harry in.

As he stepped inside, he noted that most of everything was destroyed except the things that obviously had been warded. He didn't get a chance to comment about the books being one of the few things undestroyed as Hermione walked out from the bed room wrapped up in an emerald green robe. He gave her a smirk and a once over. "Well 'Moine, if I didn't know you batted for the other team and I wasn't with Ginny, I would definitely be having thoughts of ravishing you right where you stand," his smirk widened as he heard what sounded like a soft growl from the woman behind him, "but alas it is not so but you do like smashing in emerald green. I didn't know you owned this robe" He said walking closer.

Hermione chuckled as she closed the distance and walked into Harry's open arms, giving him a hug. "You know this isn't mine you prat," she said swatting him lightly as she pulled away. "Now as happy as I am to see you, is there a reason why you've come to interrupt us this morning?"

One of his eyebrows raised, "Interrupted something did I?" He turned slightly to look at the blushing Headmistress before looking back at Hermione, "Sorry bout that love. Though it explains why our dear former Head of House looked for a split second when she opened the door that she wanted to kill me." He said the last softly so only Hermione would hear but because of her animagus traits still heard it. "I was looking for you last night and Ginny had mentioned she saw you leave with the professor and when I checked the map I figured I'd find you instead in the morning. I wanted to ask you if you've been seen by Madame Pomfrey yet?"

Minerva quickly got over her embarrassment as she watched their exchange, Harry with a look of concern and Hermione with a look of confusion. "Why would I go to Madame Pomfrey Harry? Other than a few scratches that were easily healed from the battle I have no need to go."

Harry ran a hand through his hair on the back of his head. "And you feel fine?"

"I'm a bit sore but that's to be expected I guess. Harry, what's going on?"

"Well after things settled down a bit I was talking with Bill and he had asked if during the rest of our travels if we had ever run into a healer. I didn't tell you because, well I didn't want you to worry at the time, but after Bill and Fleur did all they could to help you after we escaped Malfoy Manor, Bill had pulled me aside to tell me the extent of your injuries and the possibility of ones that they may have missed since they aren't healers. He said they could be minor but left unchecked could become serious and to watch how you progressed and if you seem fine, then suggest to you after things calm down a bit to see a healer then."

Hermione noticed Minerva's slight look of concern morph to an even more concerned look with an edge of anger on it the more Harry talked. "You continued on your journeys without seeing a proper healer after being under the Cruciatus Curse not only multiple times but while being cast by Bellatrix herself. Hermione, do you not know how dangerous that was?" She advanced on the younger woman.

Harry's concern deepened as he saw the look on Minerva's face. "I'm sorry Minerva but as we were on the run it was a bit hard to have the luxury of seeing a healer and since Bill and Fleur did the most they could and I felt fine enough I didn't see the need of seeing one. But if Bill believes that I should see one I guess it wouldn't hurt to go for a check up, though if I'm getting one so are you Min." She said the last part giving a pointed look to her lover.

Bewildered Minerva asked, "And why do I need to see Poppy?"

Hermione smirked, knowing her lover would be thoroughly embarrassed by what she was about to say. "Your ribs stick out a bit too much which wouldn't surprise me that you most likely didn't take proper care of yourself this past year and you have a limp." And she was correct as a flustered look appeared.

"You bloody well know why I have a limp, if our activities from last night were the judge of anything." She mumbled under her breath earning a giggle from her lover and a chuckle from Harry.

He sobered up as he turned to Hermione. "You should probably explain to Ron soon that you aren't interested in him let alone in men in general. He also was wondering where you were at. Probably looking for a snog."

Hermione sighed, face dropping. "He's not going to make it easy is he? Last thing I need is him trying to kiss me."

Minerva couldn't stop the small growl from escaping. "He better not touch what is mine," she muttered, earning her a raised eyebrow from the younger woman.

"What makes you think I'm yours?"

"I told you I don't do flings or one night stands."

"Yes but I'm no possession. I don't see your name anywhere on my person staking me as yours." Hermione said slightly peeved.

Harry knew he probably shouldn't interrupt but couldn't help it. "Her name may not be on your person, but she did pretty much stake her claim on your person. You do have a few marks to warn others that you're taken."

Hermione narrowed her eyes, before widening in realization. Her head whipped around to look at Minerva, "You didn't…" but Minerva couldn't stop the slight smug look appearing on her face, "You did! Minerva!" She turned around and walked to where the bathroom used to be, hoping that there was still enough of the mirror up that she could look at her person.

When she was gone Minerva didn't stop the full blown smug look. Harry grinned, "Nice work, though dare I ask those two aren't the only ones?"

"Oh no, there are three more but if you see them then you obviously are seeing something you shouldn't." Harry chuckled which turned to a full blown laugh as they heard Hermione shriek in frustration.

"I better go check on her. If you want to stay right here." Harry nodded as Minerva walked towards where Hermione had retreated. She saw the younger woman trying to glamour the bite mark on her clavicle. "You have to hide that one the old fashion way as it isn't a hickey but a mark of possession." She walked up behind Hermione, nuzzling her neck on the side opposite of the hickey that was most likely covered by a glamour and wrapped her arms around her waist. "The redness should disappear over time."

"So the mark will remain their forever?"

"Yes, but it will not be noticeable to most."

"Dare I ask, but is there anywhere else that you felt to mark me."

"Only the important places love."

"Where at?" Hermione asked turning around. "Show me."

Minerva loosened the belt to the robe Hermione was wearing and opened it. She bent down and kissed the mark slightly above Hermione's left nipple. "Right here." She kissed the mark slightly below Hermione's right nipple. "Right here," she said lips still on the mark as she smiled at the feel of Hermione's gasp. Minerva raised her hands and trailed them lightly down her sides, stopping on her hips. She trailed kisses down her stomach before removing one hand, placing it on Hermione's left knee and gently nudged it to the side, opening Hermione's legs for her. She could smell her lover's arousal, causing her own to spike up but now was not the time to give into urges especially with Harry just outside. "The last one is right here," she said kissing the mark that was on the inside of Hermione's left thigh, positioned very close to the brown curly mound that was currently begging for attention.

"Oh Minerva," Hermione moaned slightly, "please." Minerva stood up and kissed Hermione lightly on the lips, pulling away before it deepened.

"As much as I would like to, your friend is just outside with nothing to stop him from hearing our actions. We should probably head back out but I promise I'll finish what I started once we get back from visiting Poppy."

"I'm holding you to that," Hermione replied as she retied her robe. They walked out to join a grinning Harry and they flooed to the hospital wing.

AN: Thanks for reading! Tell me what you think by leaving a review please! Now the question you have to ask... just what will Poppy find?