A/N: Today is a lousy day, so here's some smutty goodness for you all. Thanks a bunch.

See disclaimer, Chapter 1

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Harry had slept for nearly 20 hours, clinging to Minerva, but suffering no more bad dreams. When he woke, he barely looked at her, rolling out of bed and into the shower. She wasn't too worried and smiled gently as he came back 20 minutes later, fresh and clean.

"Sorry," he mumbled, dropping back onto the bed and rolling back onto her.

"I'm not," she said with a smile. "You were tired."

"Did I keep you here?"

"No." She leaned up and kissed him gently. "I could have left, had I wanted to. I chose to stay with you. I think you might like to know that distinction."

He nodded and leaned up, smiling.

"I missed you," he inspected his hands, his cheeks turning pink as he realised she had no shirt on. "I didn't think I wouldn't. I'm a grown man, for fuck's sake, but I missed you."

"I missed you this week as well," she chuckled, nodding as he looked up. "Truly. I kept turning to talk to you."

He smiled, taking her hand in his and kissing it.

"I think I," he frowned. "Insulted you?"

"No," she shook her head. "You and I spoke of moving forward in a better frame of mind. One where we share the thoughts and feelings we have. The fears, the worries?"

"You will share those with me?"

She paused, realising that perhaps he had just, quite rightly, called her out without meaning to. She chuckled and sat up as he did. She pulled the sheet up with her and tucked it under her arms as she sat in front of him.

"I insisted you tell me your innermost thoughts last night, without realising that perhaps I am not very good at that either. If I promise to do my best to remember to do that, you must also promise me."

"I do," he nodded, looking at her heatedly.

She chuckled and rolled her eyes, laying back down and yanking him down on top of her.

He groaned as their lips touched and her eyes rolled back at the intensity she felt. He kissed her until she couldn't breathe and when she had to yank her lips from his just to breathe, he merely kissed gently down the length of her neck, sucking on the point that he had left a mark the first time. He sucked hard, then licked it softly. Her body was making itself known and she keened as he let his teeth worry it as well. She wrapped her fists in his hair and hung on for dear life. It seemed as though he was determined to make up for the whole week's worth of absence in one sitting.

She moaned as he kissed gently over her shoulders. He paused, leaning up. She opened her eyes, letting go of his hair to find him staring at her chest. For the first time in a long time, she had forgotten all about her scars and she pulled on the sheet to try and cover them. He held her hand gently, enough to say wait a moment but not enough that she could opt not to. Her hands were shaking as she let him hold her still and she breathed out his name as he kissed each circular scar.

"Harry," she moaned as he used his chin, a little scratchy from the stubble, to pull down the sheet and come to face with her chest.

Her legs wrapped around his middle as he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked hard. Her whole body spasmed and she groaned his name, hearing him do the same with hers. His tongue was doing things she had never felt and she gripped his hair again, holding him there as her body almost simultaneously fell into another orgasm.

She rolled her hips and he seemed to realise what he was doing to her.

"Okay?" he asked, gently, letting go with a pop.

She pulled his head up to hers and kissed him while her body clenched desperately. She wrapped her legs around him properly and rolled them, grinning triumphantly as she landed on top of him, and caught a tiny look of surprise.

"Okay?" she asked, smirking at him.

They wrestled a little, him rolling her off, but she was much much quicker, loosening her legs and ending up straddling his back where she chuckled and held his hands above his head.

"Min," he groaned as she rolled her hips on the small of his back and bit down on his shoulder.

"You really shouldn't play with fire, my love."

"Oh, I am not sorry I did," he muttered, smiling as she pressed her front to his back, kissing him over his shoulder.

"Are we playing Harry Potter, or do you still have grand plans."

"I do have grand plans," he muttered. "But I'm quite sure I don't recall them now."

She laughed and this time, let him tip her, moaning as he let his whole body rest on hers.

"What about you?"

"Didn't I start this?" she muttered, her foot creeping up his bare thigh.

"Witch," he growled, kneeling between her thighs. "Tell me now, cos I need you, or I need another shower."

She wrapped her legs around his thighs and lifted herself onto them, letting him pull her the rest of the way.

"I'm ready when you are."

He muttered a spell and she felt the cool air of the castle on her hot centre. He kissed her softly, letting it build as his fingers travelled over her back, making her bow into him. He explored every inch of her gently, finally teasing his hand between her legs. She gasped as he moaned into her mouth, finding how wet she was.

"Harry," she whispered. "Please stop teasing."

He ran his fingers over her and she couldn't help the little jerks her hips made. He didn't seem to mind. He found her clit and rolled it slowly. She had never been noisy when she laid with someone, but she could not seem to hold her tongue as he played her body to perfection.

Just as she was sure she was going to come all over his hand, he pulled away and she whined a little, before going very still as she felt him for the first time.

"Okay?" he asked. She nodded, her heart thudding in her ears. His hands were sure under her thighs as he gently rocked them together. Her breath caught in her throat and as he slid up inside her fully for the first time, he released her hair from its spell and she moaned. He was utterly perfect. He filled her to perfection and she hung onto him tightly as her body clenched endlessly.

"I love you," he muttered, kissing her cheek, her shoulder, wherever he could reach while she tried to cope with the feelings he was giving her. As she slowly got used to him, she felt him rocking them gently again. The friction inside her as he moved that little bit was enough for her to know that she would never tire of this man in her bed.

"Take me," she muttered, breathing hard. "Harry. Please. I need -"

"I know," he whispered. "I know, I've got you."

He lowered her to the bed gently, moving her hair so it didn't pull but leaving her thighs over his and rolling his hips. She cried out, her thighs locking him there for a moment. He went in so much deeper than before.

"I'm going to make love to you now," he murmured, kissing from her stomach, over her ribs and to her breast, where he tongued her nipple gently as he pulled out.

"Harry!"

He sunk back into her and she orgasmed again. By the time he pulled out again, she was shocked that her body could even take this much. Her entire being was floating as he loved her so gently. He whispered in her ear as he rolled his hips into her over and over.

"Harry, I need -"

"I'm never letting you go," he huffed, his breath coming faster as his rhythm faltered. "Min, I'm -"

"Yes," she hissed, wrapping her thighs back around him. His fingers provided just a little sting as he gripped them. "Please. Harry."

He fucked her hard, his breath faltering as he broke apart above her.

"Don't stop," she whined. "Please. Please love. I'm so," she couldn't breath as her toes started tingling. Up her shines, her thighs and down her arms. "Harry! Please!"

He groaned, reaching down and rolling her clit.

"HARRY!"

She felt like her body was on fire as he groaned in her ear. Every muscle in her body shook. She was flying, riding on lightning. She held him, her heart stuttering him her chest as she felt it rolling again and again. He held her right back, hugging her tightly as she came down.

"I've never -"

She realised she was crying and she let go of him to wipe her eyes.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No," she laughed, even as more tears fell. "I don't," she sniffed "I've never felt like this. I'm sorry, I -"

"Don't worry," he whispered, kissing the tears on her face. "Relax. I've got you."

"Merlin, I love you, Harry. So much I cannot even quantify it."

"I love you," he whispered, pulling away gently.

"Stay," she whispered, gripping his arms. He smiled and settled back on top of her. She could tell he was holding some of his weight and she nudged the offending knee with her foot. "Please?"

"I'll squash you," he said gently.

"I need to feel you."

He allowed it, settling on top of her slowly. She sighed happily, cradling his body with hers.

"I'm here," he muttered against her skin.

She wanted to say more but her body was fighting her. She wanted to kiss him, to let him know how cherished she felt, how loved.

Instead, she let her head drop onto the pillow and held him, passing out with a soft smile reason the corners of her mouth and drying tears on her cheeks.