Minerva was so warm that she did not want to wake up. Wrapped in a warm blanket, she slowly opened her eyes to find Harry watching her.

"Good morning."

"Mmm what time is it?"

"A little after 10."

Minerva's eyes widened. "Really? I never sleep this late, I need to get up" she said as she started to get up.

Harry gently pushed her shoulder, preventing her from doing so.

"No. You're staying in bed today."

Minerva looked at him.

"That stern professor look doesn't really work on me anymore."

Minerva raised one eyebrow.

"You deserve to stay in bed all day, so I'm not letting you up."

Minerva gave up and laid back down, her long dark hair splayed across the pillows. Harry sucked in his breath.

"You look like a goddess"

Minerva's cheeks flushed. "Where do you get such things?" she inquired. "I'm not pretty at all, in fact…" Minerva's self-deprecating diatribe was cut off by Harry's lips on hers. Her whole body tensed but then relaxed as she gave into the sensations flowing through her. Deepening the kiss, she slid her hands into Harry's hair.

"Harry what's gotten into you?" she panted as they came up for air. Harry shrugged and picked up her hand.

"I'm falling in love with you Mina."

Minerva smiled. "Me too" she said in a small voice after several seconds.

Harry wore a smile of relief.

"I'm going to kiss you again."

Minerva placed her hand on his chest to stop him from leaning down.

"Only if you get into bed with me."

Smiling, Harry stripped down to his boxers and slid in next to her. Leaning over him, Minerva kissed him soundly. Pulling the covers over their heads, they spent the rest of the weekend like that.