A/N: Dirty weekend in London? Yes, please! But not you lot. You lot stay home where possible.

For disclaimer, see Chapter 1.

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He had no idea what time it was, but he smiled as he opened his eyes. He certainly hadn't intended to fall head-over-heels in love with Minerva McGonagall but he wasn't upset at spending the rest of his life with this witch.

Hearing the shower running, he got up and peeked around the bathroom door. She was mesmerising as she stood under the water, letting it rain down on her head. Her beautiful hair was so long it brushed the backs of her thighs. Tiptoeing forward, he had planned on surprising her, until he noticed her face. He grinned as she did.

"You think I cannae hear you over the water, lover?" Her accent stirring something inside him.

"Mm," he muttered, wrapping his arms around her middle and holding her. "I try not to think of anything while I am around you, except how utterly beautiful you are."

"Flattery wi' get yeh anywhere."

"Are we a wee bit bawdy this evening, Headmistress?"

"I've a stirring in me."

"Is that right," he muttered, caressing her belly. "Well then."

She went to turn, but he held her there.

"Ah ah," he grinned. "I like you like this," he muttered close to her ear. "Pressed up against me."

Her shoulders relaxed and she stepped back into him, her arm coming up to cup his face as he pressed kisses from her temple to her shoulder.

"Do you realise how beautiful you are?" he asked rhetorically.

He held her gently while he mapped her shoulders with his lips. She rolled her shoulder when he was taking to long and he chuckled under his breath.

"You aren't very patient," he mumbled, nipping the side of her neck.

She didn't reply but he slid his hands over her hips and to her stomach, dipping in her belly button for just a second and smiling at the giggle, before moving higher. The giggles died in her throat as he cupped her breasts gently, enjoying their weight in his hands.

"Oh," she whispered, her head falling back on his shoulder. "Harry."

She locked her fingers behind his neck and he hummed in approval. Pinching her nipples gently, he sucked gently on the skin behind her ear.

"Nobody has ever made me feel like this," she muttered shakily. "Not ever."

He hummed, pressing himself into her hip and she chuckled cautiously.

"Okay?"

"Need you," she muttered. "Want you."

"You have me," he whispered. "Forever. For all our lives, I'm yours, Minerva."

"Please," she groaned as he squeezed her nipples a bit harder than before.

He slid his hands up her arms and pulled them from his neck, placing them on the wall in front of them, letting the water rain down on his head.

"Oh," she hissed as he bent her forward.

"Okay?" he asked, nudging her leg wider.

"Yes."

He placed his hands over hers and felt her fingers trying to accommodate his in her grip. He lined himself up and then slid his fingers between hers. He nudged her centre and she groaned, bowing her back as he slid inside her.

"Oh yes."

He paused, breathing through the intensity. His thighs shook as she rocked her hips.

"Min, love -"

"I need you."

He couldn't help it. She tightened her muscles to where he couldn't even breath and rocked them gently until he couldn't take it any longer.

"Fuck fuck fuck!"

He let go of her hands and grabbed her waist, holding her tightly as he came inside her.

"Fuck, I wanted -" he panted in her ear. "I wanted -"

"You young'n's," she muttered lazily, her hips rolling again. "No stamina."

He growled, blushing as he realised he'd done so and pressed her up against the wall. She hissed at the cold tiles and he chuckled, pulling her back a little. He slid his hand over her stomach and between her legs, rubbing his fingers either side of her clit and making her breath catch.

"I'll show you," he challenged. "Oh lover, I'll show you."

As soon as he felt like he was able to, he drew his hips back and pushed their bodies back together.

"Harry!"

He took her hard and fast until he felt the telltale flutterings around his prick and then he pulled out.

"No!"

With a wave of his hand, he turned the shower off and carried her to bed, dropping her unceremoniously on top of the covers and smiling at her tiny squeal.

He nibbled on her thigh and slid his tongue into her pussy without ceremony and she gripped his hair in both hands, desperately trying to press him against her. But he was stronger. He teased her until she was wailing in agony, pleading with him to make her come and by this time he felt like he might as well.

He pulled her to the edge of the bed and slid deep inside her. She squealed and came, scratching his hips as she tried to hang onto him. He didn't stop this time, he fucked her over and over, groaning as she came again. It was too much for him and he slammed his hips into her and groaned her name.

Completely spent, he collapsed on top of her, only just remembering to catch himself before he squashed him.

"Oh darling," she muttered, brushing his hair back and pulling him closer. She wrapped her feet around his thighs and held him close. "You are very good at that."

"I'm at your service," he mumbled, still breathing hard. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," she breathed. "On the contrary. I'm not delicate, you know."

"Well. I know, but good," he muttered. "Promise? I don't ever want to -"

"I do," she mumbled, kissing his hair.

They dozed for a while before Minerva woke him with gentle touches.

"We should go. Our reservation is for five and it is already four."

"Why so early," he grumbled, shifting off her, but not letting go.

"If I were to tell the world that Harry Potter is a cuddler, I imagine they would think me mad."

"I only cuddle you and the kids," he paused. "Okay and Hermione. But not like this."

She laughed in his hair.

"The show begins at seven-thirty. In order to eat without feeling rushed you need a few hours to enjoy it."

"Mm, I was wrong," He muttered. "I won't be wining and dining you, you're wining and dining me! And all dressed up? I'm still the winner. Where do I sign."

She slapped his side and he laughed in her ear.

"You love me," he mumbled, nuzzling her neck.

"I do," she whispered, smiling as he looked at her. "With all that I am."

He grinned at her and kissed her for a while before she pulled away.

"Don't you distract me," she muttered. "You men are all the same, roll out of bed, smile at the pretty woman and pull on a snappy shirt and you're ready."

"That's why, eventually, you women will rule the world, and you'll look damn fine when you do."

They got ready together, taking a shower together, chastely washing each other until Minerva turned off the shower and dried off, smirking as he watched her.

"If you stand there while I am getting ready, I shall not get ready very quickly."

"And I'm worried about that, why?" he smirked.

"Out," she chuckled. "Get out. Meet me by the front door in half an hour."

"Want a coffee?"

"Mm," she smiled. "That would be lovely actually, thank you. There's a rather respectable little place down the road, to the left."

He kissed her and laughed as he did what she said he would. A pair of dressier dark-wash jeans and a black shirt. He laid out his jacket and pulled on his belt, grinning at his snazzy boots Hermione had brought him for Christmas. He didn't often get to wear them, but he adored them and he just hoped he didn't show his woman up when she finally emerged from the bathroom.

He took off down the stairs, letting his hair dry in the air and bought two coffees, sipping his as he wandered back. He wasn't really paying attention to anything until he had to stop to cross behind a bus and spied a little shop that he might want a look in. Muttering a warming charm over the coffees, he crossed over again, peering in the window. He was about to leave when something caught his eye.

He stared at it, feeling his heart beating in his ears. Glancing at his watch, he ducked inside.

"Yes?"

"Um," he swallowed. "I'm interested in one of the items in the window?"

"Do you have a size?"

"Um, no," he chuckled. "Not at all. But I can get it to you. Can the design be adjusted slightly?"

"Of course, we make all the alterations inhouse."

"Good," he nodded. "Um. So I need a smaller diamond and flatter. Not," he was frustrated with himself. "I don't want it so -"

"I see what you mean sir," the man said. "We could take out this part here and set it flush?"

"Yes," he smiled. "Like that."

"I'll make a note and get you an estimate."

"I," he considered it. It really was perfect and he was sure that she'd love it. "Don't need one. Just do it. Can you send it somewhere when it's done or do I have to come and pick it up?"

"We prefer you to pick it up, to ensure our satisfaction guarantee?"

"That's fine, is two weeks enough time?

"It should be yes, provided we are given the size?"

"I'll get it to you tomorrow," Harry nodded. "Here -"

He handed the guy his credit card, thanking the lord that Hermione had made him get one. Signing his name on the sheet, he took one more look at it and nodded.

"It's perfect."

"Thank you, sir," the assistant said with a shrug.

"No, thank you."

He jogged back down the street and up to the flat where Minerva would be waiting.

"Are you alright?" she called. "You've been gone a while."

"I'm fine," he muttered. "More than. Do you want your coffee?"

"Yes," she muttered, poking her head around the door. "Oh, well don't you look dashing."

"Yeah?" he chuckled. "I don't want to show you up and, as you said, I just threw on a shirt."

"Men," Minerva muttered affectionately. "You look wonderful, love. I'll just be a moment longer.," she muttered before ducking back inside.

She disappeared for a while longer and Harry fixed his hair, pulling it back in a leather tie and putting on a dash of cologne. Just as he was tightening his belt, Minerva walked from the bedroom and Harry's jaw dropped.

"Holy. Fuck."

"Well," she blushed. "Thank you."

"Do," he cleared his throat. "Do we have to go out?"

"HARRY!"

"I'm just saying those legs," he made a noise, then he met her eyes. "You look gorgeous."

"Thank you," she blushed. "But I am hungry, so let's go."

"Did you drink your coffee?"

"I did," she chuckled. "One must, before one puts on their lippy."

"Look, all I know is that seeing you in those jeans, with those boots and that shirt is going to make my trousers rather tight for the rest of the evening."

"Harry, bloody, Potter," she said, smacking him gently, before tucking a piece of hair back in his ponytail. "You are rather handsome yourself, you know."

They stared into each other's eyes for a long while before Harry took a shuddering breath.

"I'm not sure that I can accurately impart to you how much I adore you."

"Oh Harry," she sighed, resting her forehead on his chest. "You do. Every day."

Just as he was about to continue his stomach rumbled and they laughed, stopping for a sweet kiss before he helped her with her jacket.

"Let me feed you," she muttered. "I suppose you've worked up an appetite."

"As long as you understand I have room for dessert later."

She nearly tripped in her boots and glared at him as he laughed.

"Let's go beautiful. You're in charge."

"Only took me bedding you for you to finally listen to me," she quipped before they apparated away.