Annabeth woke exhausted. She had slept wonderfully, but nowhere near enough. The time she spent awake through the night with Mitchell was not something she was willing to give up though. For nights like that she was perfectly willing to have days like this.

'Yay! I got laid! Several times! And it was great!'

She didn't have much on her schedule this day, or, depending on one's point of view, a veritable metric shit ton. Since arriving she had been the lead on making repairs to the building from the damage caused by the battle in the spring. Other faculty had some minor stone and wood repair spell skill, but only Annabeth had the large-scale construction ability that was needed for the worst of the harm. She had to learn all that due to her Ilvermorny degree in magical architecture, and she really didn't mind that her faculty was relying on her so much, but moving tons of rock and reordering it took a great amount of magical energy and left her exhausted.

Most of the interior things had been handled, but she still needed to fix the stone and wooden bridges, as well as the quidditch pitch. Of those, the stone would be the most exhausting, but before she could do that she needed to open a wall from the Defense classroom to the empty classroom next door so that the students would have a sparring gym. This would be an undertaking equal to the work she had done on the apartment the night before.

Before she could get started on her workday however, Mitchell woke aroused and needed more care and attention. This she was happy to provide and with no words passed between then other than their smiles, he mounted her and drove her to two climaxes before he shot a splatter painting of splooge onto the lining of her womb.

'I could definitely get used to this,' She thought as she came back down to earth.

"What is your plan for the day?" Annabeth asked as the couple cuddled.

"Well Ms. Pince wants me to work with her in the library I guess I need to learn my way around and get a feel for the system, but" Mitchell replied and let his words hang in the air.

"But?" Annabeth asked.

"Oh yes! Thank you! I was wondering if you were into that! That's great! Hey! Could I borrow a drachma? I want to let the guys from Cabin 10 know I'm going to tap Annabeth Chase's ass! Fuck yeah! What a great day! It's been a dream of mine for years! Every guy in our cabin dreamed about it, but you know, we were afraid you would kill us for bringing it up and…" Mitchell laughed.

"No! Just no! And no bragging to your friends either. Perv." Annabeth replied with a giggle. "If you wanted to do something back there you should have tried last night when you were kissing everything. You might have had a chance then."

Mitchell stared at her for a long moment.

"Oh, I was, well really I was kidding. Are you into that?"

"Meh. I wouldn't say 'into.' It's not really something I get anything out of, or go out of my way for, but I might surprise you some day. If you're good." She grinned.

"Really? Geez, Annabeth Chase is an ass girl. I would have never thought…"

"I lived with a Greek guy for seven years, what do think happened in all that time Mitchell?" She laughed.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. But we're not there yet, so leave my butt alone," Annabeth smiled.

"Okay. For now. I can't promise long term, you do have a great ass," Mitchell grinned.

"I have a spectacular ass thank you very much. Now hop up, I need the shower."

"You sure we can't, just one more time? That's why I said 'but;' as in 'but I really would rather spend the day with you'," Mitchell asked as he ran the head of his penis up and down her sopping wet vulva, and a bolt of sexual desire shot through her body.

"Oh gods, just fuck me Mitchell" Annabeth commanded as she wondered how he became erect so soon after their last session, and how she could have come to crave the pleasures of flesh so much in the last day.

'Aphrodite magic. That must be it. Still a hurtful bitch, but good job Aphrodite. Full props! Maybe I'm just turning into a slut, I'm addicted to Mitch's penis, that could be it too ohhhhh fuck that feels good…'

Finally with little time to spare before breakfast, Annabeth was able to climb out of her thoroughly soiled bed and limp to the shower. On her return, now a bit refreshed and totally scrubbed, Mitchell was up and going to take her place in the bathroom. She cast scorgify to change her sheets and make her bed, as well as clean the room while he walked, nude and beautiful, past her.

"Thanks for reminding me, I need to clean my clothes."

"Oh sure, I think the elves do the laundry here, I just throw everything in the hamper and it shows up in my closet a few hours later."

"Yeah, I just have the one set. but if you don't mind me sitting around your office naked I'm cool," he laughed.

"Why do you only have one set?" Annabeth asked.

"Oh, I have a change, but it's in a bus station locker in London with my overnight bag. Everything else sort of got taken by a Yeti right before I left Tibet."

"Oh, well we can pop into London this afternoon and go shopping. You'll need more than that."

"I need to wait until payday before I shop unfortunately," Mitchell replied.

"Why? Didn't they pay you in Tibet?"

"Well yes, not very much and… Did I mention everything I own being taken by a Yeti?"

"And you couldn't stop a Yeti? Geez Mitchell, they aren't that tough."

"Uh, you know I'm not exactly the fighting type, right?"

"Yeah yeah, we're going to have to work on that. Geez, robbed by a Yeti, that's embarrassing… What? You couldn't seduce it?"

"Well probably but I didn't really want to seduce a Yeti," Mitchell smiled.

"Well I guess if I can train your sister I can get you up to speed too. We'll go this afternoon and I'll spot you a wardrobe, but you owe me a massage and a facial. Now get in the shower, you smell like you've been fucking some ho' all night," Annabeth grinned.

"A facial? You're into that too?" Mitchell grinned.

"Umm… I'm down for it, but I meant the cosmetic type."

"Oh. Well all right then. Just don't call my girlfriend a ho'."

"Dude, a Yeti was able to rip you off; what exactly are you going to do about it if I tell that ho' she's a ho'? Fight me?" Annabeth laughed as Mitchell finally gave up on the conversation.

The best part about it being a day involving labor was that Annabeth could dress casually and enjoy the late summer sun in Scotland on a bright beautiful morning. Khaki shorts and a certain orange tee with a stencil of a pegusus on it, with athletic shoes and a bandana to tie back her hair and she was ready. She was dressed before Mitchell was out of the shower, which was good as he was hard to resist when they were both naked. She wore no earrings, but out of habit did slip over her head her everyday jewelry; two necklaces, one a simple leather string with eleven colorful beads, the other a gold chain with her father's Harvard class ring, a coral pendant, and a simple diamond solitaire ring that at one time meant more to her than anything in the world, but was becoming more and more a decoration each passing day. This day she was off to breakfast before Mitchell so they would still arrive at different times and try to avoid the gossip she knew must be spreading about them. The warmth of their relationship had not been overlooked by the other faculty and staff.

At the other end of Great Britain, Harry and Hermione were waking up in separate rooms at the Shell Cottage. They had stayed up half the night supposedly reviewing their new texts but really frustrating each other with kisses and caresses that were by necessity muffled and quiet. That, coupled with the newness of their relationship, kept things from moving any further.

Harry decided he didn't have to live with the lack of privacy while he owned two houses. One was his family home at Godric's Hollow, which was not currently fit for habitation. The other he inherited from Sirius, Number 12 Grimmauld Place in London. It was a perfectly fine mansion hidden away on a quiet street across from a lovely park. The Death Eaters had never penetrated it so it was pretty safe, although some might have learned where it was. Harry was okay with them coming for him as he wanted to kill them all anyway, and it seemed like it would be easier for the ICW agents to defend than a beach front cottage with lots of open space around it.

He mentioned it to Hermione when they visited Dobby's grave that morning so as to be out of earshot of Bill and Fleur, saying it would be a good place to prepare for school and after a moment's thought when she realized he really meant it would be a good place to get naked and nasty, she agreed it was more suitable for the week leading up to school. To Hermione there were a couple of added bonuses as having spent the summer there she felt they were imposing on the Weasleys by that point anyway, and as her family was back from Australia she wanted to see them before school started back. Being already in London would make that much easier.

"How will we let your escorts know we are moving?" Hermione asked.

"Let's face it, they probably just over heard us, but why don't we go see Agent Barnes?" Harry answered, nodding towards a guy surf casting on the beach.

"Hey there! Caught anything?" Harry asked as the couple approached.

"Its hard to when there is no bait on the hook Mr. Potter," Barnes answered with a smile.

"Well, yes, I would think it would be. We wanted to give you a heads up that we are relocating to my house at 12 Grimmauld in London. How long do you need to uh, do whatever it is you do?"

"Can it wait until this afternoon? I can get a sweep ran and get everyone posted that way."

"Sure. I don't suppose there is any reason to ask you not to guard us?"

"You can always ask Mr. Potter, but I think you know what Agent Chase's answer will be." He smiled as he reeled in his line, and then added, "fishing here sucks by the way."

"You could ask her," Hermione suggested to the agent.

"Me? Oh hell no. That woman scares me to death."

Hermione wondered why a man like Barnes would be so terrified of a woman like Chase and was about to ask but remembered the security team would need to know how to make the home appear and about the security that had been left in place by Dumbledore. That reminded Harry that he should warn them about Kreacher, who was to work at Hogwarts when school was in but otherwise watched over the house in the summer.

Annabeth was just finishing up the stone bridge when she received the notice that Hermione and Harry were moving and after a brief discussion with the protection team it was decided that it would be easier to protect them at Grimmauld than at the beach house anyway. In any event, the couple were not prisoners and the ICW/Auror team had no authority to tell them no. That they had told the team in advance was nice as it was always better to have cooperative protectees. While the couple was in the cottage gathering their things the Minister of Magic stopped by with a request, which Harry hated but ultimately went along with for the good of Hogwarts.

Back at Hogwarts, opening the classroom wall was a piece of cake as it turned out and only took a few minutes, but the bridge required some work to the abutments as well as the surface and rails, and Annabeth was already exhausted by midday when she finished working on it. The work looked great though and it was really the last of the heavy lifting as the rest, the quidditch pitch and wooden bridge, were much easier and much of the faculty could assist. Those jobs were essentially woodwork and carpentry writ large and could be done with relatively simple recuperative and assemblage spells. She had hoped to knock that out in the afternoon but feeling her exhaustion, and knowing she would need to pop to London both for the protective detail and to get her chickenshit boyfriend some clothes, those chores would have to wait until the next day.

'Seriously, Yeti are no more difficult than hairy and cold earthborn. Sure, they are a protected species by the Magical Creatures Act of 1947, but that doesn't mean you can't punch them,' she thought. 'My boyfriend is just a big pussy. Still, he fucks like the Fuck King of the Fuck Monsters from Fucksylvania, so he's got that going for him. I wish he would just do something else with me. Take me on a date, or at least say they would go out on the weekend, something! Two days together and all we do is jump into bed and have sex. Great sex. Really, really, great sex. And there hasn't been an opportunity to go on a date. Stop bitching Annabeth you stupid ho-bag!' she laughed inside.

"Headmistress, I must say I'm amazed. I would have never believed we could get this area, or any of the damage indoors, repaired before the students arrived," Minister Shacklebolt said, surprising her as she had not realized he had apparated in.

"Oh! Hey, yeah sorry, I didn't realize you were there. Moving rock takes a bit out of me, I guess I'm more tired than I thought," Annabeth said as she sipped from her water bottle, "I think the worst is over as far as the repairs go, we still have the wooden bridge and pitch, but we can open without the pitch if need be, as long as we get it done before the first match. I think the bridge is a safety issue though.'

"It has been for years if truth were to be known," Shacklebolt grinned.

"What's up? I didn't figure to see you today after last night."

"I didn't plan to be back today either, but it is always a pleasure to see you Miss Annabeth" Shacklebolt replied with a smile as his eyes crawled all over her.

'Is he checking me out? Flirting with me? No, surely not, but he is looking me over. Well, I'm casual and showing a lot of leg, and I do have a push up on for Mitchell's sake, so, yeah, I look cute. Too bad Mitchell isn't here but… really the Minister is a bit older than me, yeah, by 20 years or so, but he's in good shape and sort of sexy I guess and… the Minister is still talking, focus you dumb slut!' she thought.

"Why I'm here, the ministry would like to do a press release announcing you as headmistress, as well Miss Granger and Mr. Potter's return. In the short time before opening that would seem to be the best way to get the word out."

"That makes sense, how can I help?" Annabeth asked.

"Well, we were trying to think a place to have a photo with the three of you, could you pop by the ministry this afternoon? We were thinking of in front of the Statue of Magical Brethren."

"Oh sure, I need to get cleaned up first. Do we have time for lunch?" Annabeth asked.

"Of course, I just came from the cottage, our friends are moving to London this afternoon, so probably 4 o'clock would be a good time. I have a photographer ready for a few group photos and a staff member to do a brief interview. I want to keep the actual reporters away from the students for now."

"That's wise," Annabeth smiled. "Lunch?"

"Certainly," She replied as he offered his arm and Annabeth, being a bit dizzy from magical exhaustion, accepted it.

'Maybe he is flirting,' she thought. 'Nah.'

Annabeth was happy to get to the grand hall and find her seat. The Minister sat to her right and moments later Minerva joined them to her left. The meal was casual, so over the next few minutes the rest of the staff filtered in, with Mitchell and Madame Pence coming in just as the food appeared on the plates. They seemed a bit chummy in Annabeth's opinion but she wrote that off as Mitchell building a good relationship with his immediate supervisor.

It seemed to Annabeth as that she was forgetting something, and as she checked the time realized what it was. A moment later she would have remembered anyway as with a loud pop, a pegusus, hell hound, Percy, and the prettiest little girl she had seen in three years arrived via portkey in the grand hall just a few yards beyond the end other side of the table. The hound appeared to be trying not to vomit. The Pegasus was a bit wobbly and didn't seem to care for that form of travel either.

"Hey everybody, we're back," Percy said with his smirk that Annabeth once upon a time found so endearing.

The little girl seemed confused for a moment as she looked around at her new surroundings, then while focused on the one person she was most nervous about seeing, set down the suitcases she was carrying, tore away from her brother and ran to the other end of the table shouting the entire way.

"Annabeth!"

Annabeth opened her arms, her eyes as full of tears as Estelle's, and the two threw themselves into an embrace.

"I missed you so much! Don't ever go away again!" Estelle cried out.

"I won't, I promise you! Life without you has been horrible, just horrible," Annabeth replied as she pulled Estelle onto her lap and hugged her as tight as she could. In that moment Annabeth felt born anew, and full of energy no matter how exhausted she was moments before. She wept tears of joy with Estelle and everyone, including Percy, remained quiet out of respect for the moment.