Years later, Minerva and Tom were still deeply in love. Their soulbond radiated happily between them. Minerva grinned as Tom spun her around in the living room. The furniture had been pushed against the walls and they enjoyed a quiet evening of dancing to the wireless. "I love having you in my arms," Tom confessed as he kissed her passionately.
Lust darkened her emerald eyes as his hands caressed her cloth covered body. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and then wrapped her legs around his waist. "Take me to bed and have your way with me, you devilish rogue," she breathed in an over-the-top feminine voice.
Tom chuckled at his wife's antics but carried her to the bedroom. "With pleasure witch," he growled and sucked hard on her neck making her moan.
Tom threw her on the bed gently and moved to the foot of the bed. He waved his hand and disrobed her of every stitch of clothing she had on. He stared at her longingly but remained where he was. "Touch yourself," he ordered, his voice thick with need.
Suprise filtered across her face briefly before she masked it. She slowly moved her hands to her breasts and manipulated her nipples into hard peaks. She glided her hand down her her tight stomach to reach her womanly lips. She made sure she had her lover's attention and slowly raised her knees up and dug her bare feet in the mattress. She allowed her knees to fall sideways towards the bed and opened herself up for his view. "Mine," he claimed as he watched her.
"Yours," she agreed as she swiped a finger through folds and brought her coated finger to her lips and sucked it clean. She inwardly smiled as he moaned deeply. "Want to see more," she asked teasingly.
Tom could merely nod his head as he watched her bring herself towards orgasm. Her fingers pushed in and out of her slick channel and her hips rotated in sync with them. She moaned and purred as she became closer to the edge and her movements became more frantic as the minutes ticked by. He was unsure how long he watched his siren pleasure herself but all to soon she cried out as she orgasmed.
Tom didn't allow her time to recover as he moved to her, grapsed her hips firmly in his hands and pulled her to his waiting mouth. He quickly worked her up to orgasm and quickly another one. Minerva panted hard as Tom flipped her over on her belly, pulled hips up and entered her immediately. "Tom," she screamed as her body shook with pleasure.
"You're all mine," he growled as he set a fast and desperate pace.
"All yours," she panted as he pounded roughly in her. Her mouth dropped open as her fingers fisted in the bedsheets.
Tom had no idea of time, he just knew he needed his wife to be completed and sated beyond measure. He pounded into her and clutched her tighter to him at the same time. His fingers dug into her skin as he caressed her overheated skin. He felt his impending climax building and moved his hand to her womanly pearl. He pinched it until she cried out loudly and fell off the edge. He followed her with a cry of her name falling from his lips. They both collapsed into darkness as the bodies gave out spent.
"Do the spell again," Minerva begged Poppy while holding back tears.
The Resident Healer nodded at her friend and conducted the spell once again. A cloud of light settled over Minerva's stomach and tears of joy errupted from her emerald eyes. "You are positively pregnant," she beamed at her friend. "A baby girl this fall for you and your handsome husband."
Minerva's hands settled on her stomach and she cried in happiness. Ever since her miscarriage she feared this timeline would give her Tom but deny her their previous children. She had lived for her children's safety last time, no matter how much she had to suffer to do it. Finally her fears were put to rest and her Hermione would arrive in September. "Thank you," she whispered as she calmed herself down. "I need to go tell Tom."
"Before you head out," Poppy stopped her. "Is this pregnancy the same as the last timeline? Are there any surprises that I should be prepared for?"
Minerva had told Poppy of her previous timeline at Lady Hogwarts request. "Poppy Pomfrey will be your primary healer for decades to come," she had argued. "She needs to know why your magical core is larger and more mature than it should be."
Minerva smiled at her friend. "You delivered Hermione just fine the last time," Minerva answered. "You raved about my unstable magic but that was it." Poppy merely nodded as she watched her friend leave the Hospital Wing.
Minerva found Tom reading on the couch in their living room. She dashed to him and straddled his lap. He looked startled for a minute then she snogged him senseless. "What do I owe this amazing moment," he said gasping for air once the kiss broke. "I shall try to do it every day."
She stared at him, absolute happiness radiating from her. "I'm pregnant," she replied, a huge smile gracing her face. "A daughter."
"Our baby," he breathed as his hands caressed her belly. "Our little Hermione. Do you think she will be born on the same day this timeline?"
"Yes," she answered. "The time fits with the old timeline. September 19th we will have her once again."
Tears streamed down his face as he kissed her oh so sweetly. "Thank you my love!" he breathed so tenderly it stole her breathe. "This chance to be a father, to be there for her from the very start, it's a dream come true!"
With that said, he picked her up and took her to bed. He would spend the rest of the evening and night showing her his love.
Tom and Minerva walked hand in hand to the Hog's Head. They were meeting all of the family for their monthly get-together. It had become a tradition once Tom started Hogwarts. A way for Tom and Minerva to maintain their soul bond during the months of separation. Now it was just habit but no one wanted to break the tradition.
"Evening all," Minerva greeted with a radiant smile.
The group returned greetings and settled down for dinner. The meal was pleasant and allowed everyone to catch up. "How's life at the Ministry Tom?" Robert asked.
"It's been a bit more hectic now that my name has been thrown in the mix for Minister of Magic," he said with a tight smile.
"You are a natural born leader," Isobel rebuked.
Tom laughed and reminded her, "I have been following your daughter around like a love sick fool since she was two years old."
"Well I suppose you have," she reluctantly agreed. "But she was a bossy little thing. Always crossing her arms and stomping her foot."
"Mother," Minerva pouted at her. "I wasn't bossy, I just knew what I wanted."
"Bossy or not," Albus said. "You still follow her around and I doubt that will ever change. I believe you are well suited for the Minister job and I know a Scottish witch who will give you a good swift kick in the backside if you lose focus."
"She would," Tom admitted with a smile as he tucked an errant curl behind her ear. "Can I ask you a question Dad?"
"Anything son," Albus said, intently focused on his son.
Tom and Minerva shared a look before he asked, "How would you like a granddaughter come this September?"
Shouts of excitement rushed through the bar as everyone realized his meaning. Minerva was pregnant and it was a girl! The family had been patiently waiting for them to have a baby but no one broached the subject since the miscarriage while Minerva worked at the Ministry.
"I would rather like having a granddaughter to spoil," he finally said emotionally as he hugged his son tightly. "Goodness knows she will love to read and probably will want her room to look like a library. I should probably start searching for rare books now." The room errupted in joyous laughter.