A/N: I've just realised this is only about 700 words long, so I'll post the next chapter momentarily. That means it'll only be 7 days, but I feel bad only giving you what equates to a biscuit crumb.

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Minerva McGonagall was having the most wonderful dream, about her beautiful wife in a beautiful bikini on a beautiful deserted island in the Caribbean. She was just getting to the good part when she felt the earth tilt and she grumbled as she began to wake up. In fact, her pillow moved so much under her that Minerva sunk her teeth into it to keep it still.

"Minerva!"

"You will keep wriggling," Minerva chuckled, pressing a kiss to the indentation in apology. "Maybe you should stay still so I can finish loving you on the beach in the Caribbean that we were just enjoying?"

"Only in your dreams, woman, you know how I feel about sand. Now shift, I need a wee."

Minerva laughed and rolled off her wife of twenty-three-years-and-one-day, and watched as Kate ran to the bathroom in all her naked glory. Their anniversary hadn't always been celebrated to the fullest extent, but now that the war was over, it was easier to look to things of joy. It was those thoughts that she revelled in as she stretched and the fullest extent was made clear to her.

"I really need to stretch more before you entice me into doing these lurid things."

"Don't you dare complain, woman," Kate called. "You're as fit as you were twenty years ago. And a full fifteen years older than me. It's not my fault you get excitable."

Minerva snorted and lay back with a beatific smile on her face. She had enjoyed this particular anniversary a lot, there was no denying that. Having all the time in the world to ravish one's wife on the day they became one was something that never got old. She was in the middle of thinking back to other enjoyable anniversaries when Kate rejoined her in the bed.

"Good morning, love," she whispered, kissing her shoulder; the only place she could reach from where she lay on Minerva's chest.

"Good morning, my wife."

"I do like it when you call me that," Kate grinned. "Almost as much as I enjoy you calling me Katherine when you're rowdy."

"Rowdy," Minerva rolled her eyes. "You will make me so, looking like that."

"Like what?" Kate grinned sitting up and showing Minerva as much as she could while they were lying beneath the covers.

"Precisely," Minerva laughed and pulled her into a kiss. The memory of the previous night stirred something in her before she remembered the odd occurrence. "Are you very upset we couldn't make use of the classroom?" she asked as Kate settled back under the covers. "Goodness, your feet are freezing!"

"You will live in this draughty, bloody castle," Kate grumbled, wrapping herself around Minerva's warmth with a smug grin. Minerva kissed her hair, then lay back and let her answer. "No," Kate shrugged, tracing a hardening nipple. Minerva squirmed, but she wanted to hear what Kate had to say. "It was odd, but I'm not bothered we didn't. Are you? Do you think whoever saw it will say something? That would make things difficult for you."

"Hmm," Minerva muttered. "It was odd and I shall know soon enough. I admit that would not be something I would relish, but perhaps, I wonder if it won't -" She didn't get to finish, as Kate's tongue wrapped itself around that same nipple and Minerva let out a sigh as it was drawn into her wife's perfect mouth.

"You were saying?" Kate whispered as she climbed on top of her.

"I surely don't recall."

"Perhaps it'll come to you later."

"I love you, Katherine, you know that don't you?"

"I do," Kate smiled down at her. "I love you, Minerva."

Minerva decided, then, that she didn't actually care whether she made it to breakfast or not. Filius knew it was their anniversary and though she wasn't particularly looking forward to the ribbing she'd get from Rolanda and Poppy at dinner, she decided that enjoying some quality time with her wife while there were no evil men running around was perhaps worth some quiet teasing. Any thoughts of the bizarre classroom incident and the potential fall-out were pushed from her mind as something else pushed against her instead.