A/N: Apologies for the time between drinks. Between not really knowing where I am going and the whole zombie apocalypse thing, it's been a minute.

Stay isolated. Wash your hands. Don't be idiots. That's all we gotta do. We can do that, I promise.

For disclaimer, see Chapter 1.

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She joined him in the living room more than an hour later as he was telling stories of his Auror days to Albus' portrait. His face lit up as he turned to see her hovering at the door.

"Hey, beautiful!"

She blushed but he couldn't help the wide smile he wore.

"You okay?"

"Yes," she nodded. "I fell asleep on you."

"You needed it, are you hungry?"

"A little," she shrugged.

"Come," he offered his hand and she took it, chuckling as he pulled her onto his lap.

"What would my lady like?"

"Whatever you are having is fine," she murmured, running her hands through his hair.

"You really okay?" he muttered when she didn't get off his knee.

"The week was long and trying. And I hurt you even though I didn't mean to."

"No you didn't," he said gently. "My past hurt me. What happened to you just triggered all the fears inside that I only have a tenuous hold on the best of days. It wasn't anything I could have predicted."

"I forget how mature you are," she whispered, kissing him gently. "Now, what would you like to do today."

"Whatever my lady likes," he smiled. "I'm just happy to have you home."

"Do you wish to go away?"

"Mm," he grinned and walked his fingers up her thigh. "You, on a beach? In a sarong holding a drink with a tiny umbrella?"

She threw her head back and laughed, and he watched with a smile. He was only half-serious. Now wasn't the time to do all that, but he'd put the idea in her head so maybe he would persuade her to go in the summer holidays.

"I know we don't have time to do all that," he smiled before she could argue. "But I'm all for spending some time with you. Uninterrupted?"

"Would you like to go to Muggle London for the weekend?"

"I've never been properly," he chuckled. "Only really specific places. Like," he snorted. "Kings Cross?"

She sucked the butter of her thumb and he licked his lips.

"I have a flat in Mayfair."

"Now," he said, his eyebrows going up. "I may not know much, but I know what that means."

"What?" she asked, snagging some more of his toast.

"I'm definitely gonna marry up."

She choked, spilling her tea on his lap and coughing while she tried to swallow.

"Easy," he laughed. "Easy love. Deep breaths."

"Marry?" she gaped. "Are you -"

He looked at her, letting her see all he felt.

"If you're interested," he said easily. "If not, that's okay too. No agenda."

"Harry, that's -"

"I'm not asking you now, silly woman," he chuckled. "If I'm going to ask the most beautiful woman in the world to marry me, I'm gonna make it a bit special. Even I know that."

She cupped his cheek and kissed him sweetly.

"I'd marry you in a heartbeat."

"Let's take some time to get to know each other properly and come back to it, yeah?"

She let her forehead rest on his and they breathed in the silence for a while.

"I love you," she whispered, making his heart stutter.

"I love you," he whispered back, wrapping his arms around her gently. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Me too," she chuckled. "I would be very upset if I had had to wait much longer to be with you."

He smiled and kissed her sweetly and let her go back to her breakfast.

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"Holy shit!"

"It is rather lovely, isn't it," she chuckled, opening the windows into the street. "Would you believe I won it in a poker game?"

"I'm more inclined to say that you probably won it in a duel but either way," he snagged her middle and kissed her neck. "I can see either."

"It was a duel," she chuckled, leaning against his chest. "One over our honour, back when we were young and foolish. He slighted me, I thumped him. I wagered my Felix Felicis, he had this.

"Nice," he muttered, his hands travelling along her stomach.

"Mm," she hummed. "Such designs on my time."

"I'm just realising that I have you completely to myself for seventy-two hours and I'm inclined to shut us up in the bedroom unless you have objections?"

She chuckled and turned, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.

"It would be a shame to come all the way down here and not go to the theatre?"

"I," he smirked, sliding those wandering hands around her side and over her arse. "Am in your very capable hands."

She laughed and he couldn't help but interrupt her and kiss her deeply. He wasn't sure how long they stood kissing in the open window, but he knew it took entirely too long to get her robes off her and drop her into the bed.

Her hands went straight into his hair, untying the leather that held most of it back and she groaned as he lathed her nipple with his tongue.

"Harry, please."

"Uh uh," he chuckled, letting go and settling above her. "You're mine right now. I'm going to have my wicked way with you and you're just going to lay there and enjoy it. Okay?"

"I -"

Harry sat back a little and held her hands.

"I'm not forcing you," he frowned.

"I didn't think you were," she smiled, running her hand over his thigh where it rested beside her middle. "I," she swallowed. "Please don't tie me up."

"God, Min," he sighed, pulling her into his arms and rolling them so she was resting on his chest. "No. I would never. I'm not into any of that, I just wanted to make you feel good. I would never, ever restrain you. Okay?"

"I didn't mean to -"

"No, it's okay," he soothed, rubbing her back. "I worded it badly. I'm sorry."

They sighed for a while before Minerva whispered a spell that had Harry's clothes disappear.

"That's better," she whispered, snuggling under his chin.

"This okay?" he asked, his fingers trailing down her spine.

"Mhmm," she sighed.

His fingers trailed as much of her skin as he could reach. He could feel her breathing get quicker as he traced a single finger over her ass and down between her thighs.

"This okay?"

"Mhmm," she said, her voice dropping an octave.

He smiled against her hair and pulled her thigh over his hip so he had more room to move. He traced his finger down her back again and groaned quietly in her ear when he explored the wetness between her legs.

"You are so beautiful, Minerva."

"You make me feel beautiful," she hissed as he nudged her clit.

She shifted and Harry paused, thinking she was leaving but instead she slid her other knee over his other hip and straddled his stomach, leaning up on her hands and dangling her breasts in his face.

"Mmm," he mumbled as he went to work with his mouth.

It didn't take long before she was rocking on her hands and knees as he brushed her center and sucked on her nipples. He was so hard he could barely cope but he didn't want to interrupt what she had going on, so instead, he muttered a spell that would lengthen his arm just a little and slid his fingers inside her.

"OH!" she groaned. "Harry please."

She rocked back into him and he curled his fingers just a little, brushing that spot that he'd found that drove her wild. He wound his tongue around her nipple and muttered a spell that would replicate the feeling on her other.

"Fuck," she hissed and he groaned around her flesh. Minerva swearing was about the sexiest thing that he could have ever experienced. "So close," she mumbled, her hair falling down around her face. "So close. Love. Please."

He didn't pick up the pace, nor did he slow it down. He kept it so steady that her coming took them both by surprise.

"Shit, Harry!"

He held her steady while he slipped his fingers inside again and again as she shook above him.

"Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

He didn't, his own hips twitching at the sensation of her body squeezing his fingers. She came a second time and coated his whole hand in her cum.

"Oh," she panted, leaning down and kissing him softly. "Oh, that was."

"It was," he chuckled, pulling her back down onto his body. His own arousal would wait for this beautiful woman. There was nowhere he ever wanted to be but inside her. He said as much in her ear and she laughed, curling around him with a contented sigh.

"You are very good for me," she giggled. "I have not been this sated in forever."

"Well, that's exactly what you should say," Harry quipped, making her laugh again.

"And what about you?"

"I am more than fine, as long as you are."

"I don't think that's exactly true," Minerva muttered, reaching down between them and holding him gently. "Is it?"

His breath caught as she started moving her hand slowly but surely up and down his shaft.

"Fucking," he swallowed. "Hell."

"It's," she started haltingly. "Been a while."

"You don't have to do anything you don't -"

He swallowed his tongue as she shimmied down his body and licked the tip of hick cock.

"FUCK!"

She giggled and he had to concentrate very hard on not painting her face as he came apart.

"God, I don't know if I can -"

"I want you to," she mumbled, before sliding her lips over the tip.

The noise he made can't have been human as she gave him arguably the best blowjob he'd ever had. He'd not had many, admittedly, but Minerva's mouth around him was heavenly and her tongue sliding beneath was going to make him melt.

As she picked up the pace just a little, he grabbed her hair, wrapping it around his hands and holding on for dear life as she sucked his very soul from him. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for him to warn her.

"Min, I'm," he groaned. "I'm -"

She moaned around him, which only set off every single nerve ending he had and he jerked up into her mouth, cumming down her throat with a yell. She kept up the gentle pressure on his cock while he spasmed into her and fell back against the pillow, apologising for the hold he'd had on her hair with a gentle massage.

"Mm," she said, licking the corner of her lip. "I haven't done that in a long time."

"Don't tell me," he mumbled. "Don't ruin it."

"You are delicious," she mumbled, lying beside him.

"You like that?"

"I do," she smirked. "Though I know not everyone does. It is quite something to have one's lover's whole attention."

"Well maybe once I stop seeing stars, I'll return the favour."

"Sleep," she chuckled. "Then we will be refreshed for the evening and we can go out for dinner."

"I get to wine and dine you?" he muttered, already rolling and pulling her back into his front. "Sweet."

"Mhmm," she chuckled, as his hand went to her centre. "Are you -"

"Just checking," he mumbled, cupping her gently and breathing softly in her ear as he fell asleep.