Life settled into a strange routine for the occupants of Hogwarts who had been affected by the marriage law. Time flew by and before they knew it, April was upon them. Harry had been offered the position as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the next school year, while Neville was offered and internship with Professor Sprout in Herbology. Hermione too had been offered an internship. Being as Hogwarts was now her home, she accepted an internship under Professor Sinistra for Ancient Runes.

In March, Neville and Ginny had announced that they were expecting. Their announcement had jumpstarted anxiety in both Minerva and Hermione that had lain dormant since the decrees were issued in January. Both women however pushed it away for another time.

After Quidditch one night, Harry finished his homework and meandered into Minerva's office. Silently he walked over to her, unpinned her hair and started to massage her scalp.

"Mmmm that feels so nice."

Two months into their marriage, both Hermione and Harry had resolved to make a diligent effort to get to know their spouses. The results, they'd found were rewarding. They saw them in a new light.

"How was your day Mina?"

"Long. How are your NEWT reviews coming along?"

"They're coming."

"Well, if you need any help, you know where to find me." She said.

They were silent for a while.

"Almost done?" he asked her.

"I have 1 more to read in order to hand them back to your class tomorrow."

They were silent again.

"How did I do?"

After several seconds she answered. "I don't grade your homework anymore, Albus does. He also grades Hermione's potions assignments."

"Oh. That makes sense I guess, unfair advantage and all that."

"Yes." She remarked as she finished grading the paper.

"Are you ready to go? I'll make you some tea."

"That would be nice." She replied.

As Minerva stood up, Harry grabbed her hand and linked his fingers through hers, leading her out of her office. When Minerva tried to pull her hand away, Harry only held on tighter.

"Harry what?..." She trailed off, utterly confused by the actions of her young spouse.

They kept walking, Minerva growing more uncomfortable by the second.

"Would you please relax?" Harry asked noticing her stiff posture.

As he lead her back to their rooms, neither Minerva nor Harry noticed that they were being watched from the shadows.

"I never thought I'd say this, but he's good for her." Remarked Xiomara Hooch-Wood. She and Oliver Wood, had also been required to marry thanks to Fudge. Since they both loved Quidditch, it was a match made in heaven.

Taking in Minerva's flowing hair and flushed face, Poppy Pomfrey-Moody agreed.

"He brings her flowers once a week you know." Interjected Sylvie Sprout.

"Really? Questioned a new voice. The three women turned to find, Sasha Sinistra-Lupin.

"Yes." Sylvie confirmed. "This week it was pink dragonflies."

"Impressive." Replied Sasha. The four women watched as Harry whispered something to Minerva and she laughed.

"I wonder if they've slept together yet." Xiomara asked.

"Knowing Minerva, I highly doubt it" replied Sasha.

"Maybe she just needs a push" suggested Poppy.

All present could see the wheels of Xiomara's mind turning. "An excellent suggestion Poppy. Excellent indeed."