Minerva slowly came back to consciousness. She felt arms wrapped around her securely as the images of her conversation with Harry came rushing over her. Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived and Defeater of Voldemort, was Dougal McGregor! The Dougal McGregor she had fallen madly in love with in her youth! Her face turned red just thinking of the summer of 1954 and what all she had done with Dougal.

"I know you're awake," he said softly, gently.

Minerva peeked an eye opened and looked at him cautiously. He appeared somber as he gazed at her. "I'm overwhelmed by this situation," she admitted finally. "I don't know how to react to you. Are you mischievous Harry Potter with the weight of Magical Britain on his shoulders or are you fun-loving Dougal McGregor who swept me off my feet back in 1954?"

Harry smiled reassuringly at her as he caressed her cheek lovingly, the way Dougal did all of those years ago. "I am both," he whispered emotionally as he moved his thumb to caress her bottom lip the way he knew she liked. "I will always be Harry Potter but the conversations, actions, of Dougal's are mine as well. I never want to forget that summer. I fell in love with you MinaLove."

Minerva closed her eyes at the emotions the pet name caused in her. She opened her eyes to find him gazing at her suddenly dry lips. "I'm not the same girl," she whispered as he neared her. "I'm not even a girl any longer."

"I love both versions of you," he retorted gently before claiming her cherry lips with his own. He kissed her lovingly like he did all of those years ago.

"I'm old Harry," she tried again as she broke away from his lips. "There's too much time, too much age, between us. This will never work out between us."

Harry looked at her carefully. He saw her heart's desire but she was doing what she believed was proper, what was best for him. "I love your soul," he answered as he drew her closer. "Time will never change that."

"Harry," she tried to interrupt again.

"I refuse to lose you again," he whispered emotionally as he kissed her hard, demanding. He closed his eyes as she moaned as her desire flared.

"I have longed for you for so long," she said emotionally once their kiss ended. "However this will never work out Harry. I am decades older than you and was your professor not so long ago. Could you imagine the public's response?"

"I don't give a bloody hell what the public thinks," he retorted angrily. "I don't care about the age difference either. I only care about you." He gazed lovingly at her then repeated, "I refuse to lose you again."

"It devastated me to walk away back then," she admitted painfully. "I don't know how to walk away again."

"Then don't," he answered. Harry smiled at her brightly. His forehead rested against hers as he took a ragged breath. "Merlin how I love you MinaLove."

Harry drew her closer and kissed her passionately. Minerva gave in to the sensations coursing through her and wrapped her arms around his neck. He shuddered slightly as she ran her fingernails through his hair. She moaned and he slipped his tongue in her mouth and kissed her harder still. She tore her mouth away to pant for breath. He merely latched on to her neck and lavished it with his attention.

She gave up her resistance of a relationship with this man and shifted in his arms until she was straddling his lap. She grabbed his face with her hands and drew his lips back to her own. She kissed him passionately, over and over again until time became irrelevant. She squealled in suprise as he effortlessly picked her up and and carried her upstairs. He laid her on the bed, the master bedroom if she guessed correctly, and covered her quickly with his own body. "I want you," he admitted.

Minerva shuttered at the look of longing in his eyes and merely nodded her head. He kissed her gently on the lips then moved to kneel over her. He gripped her shirt where it buttoned and quickly ripped it apart. She gasped at the unexpected move but moaned once he tugged her bra down and latched onto her bare breast. "Harry," she gasped as he lightly bit down on her nipple.

He set her body ablaze. No one since Dougal had ever made her feel so alive, so wanted. Unable to resist the need to feel this man skin on skin, she waved her hand and wandlessly banished their clothing, removing all barriers between them. Harry chuckled. "In a hurry," he teased her.

Minerva growled at him before demanding, "Just love me."

"Yes ma'am," he quipped before claiming her lips once again.

Minerva gasped and sighed as he kissed his way down her body. Each scar received a kiss which caused her to tear up. He swirled his tongue in her bellybutton causing her to giggle out. She always responded that way. By his chuckle, he had intended to see if she was still ticklish. His first touch to her womanly folds caused her to moan. She felt him smile against her before he doubled his efforts and had her screaming her release embarrassingly quick.

She grasped his hair and tugged him up her body. He wasted no time in attaching his mouth to her own. She matched his passion and kissed him back fiercely. "I love the way you look when you fall off the edge," he whispered sultry. "The darkness of your eyes, the flush of your cheeks, the way your lips part is so sensual."

Minerva felt her tears well then spill onto her cheeks. He made her feel so wanted, always had. She shifted her legs and wrapped them around Harry's hips. She rotated her hips and rubbed against his quivering member. He groaned at the feel of her wetness against his heated skin. "Gods Minerva," he moaned.

She laughed happily but stilled as he lined himself at her entrance and barely pushed in, teasing her. She hissed in pleasure before begging him to stop teasing her. He pressed a loving kiss on her lips before doing so. She hissed louder once he bottomed out. "No one feels like you," she uttered breathy. "Wonderous!"

Harry grinned at her. "Glad you think so," he teased. "I don't plan on letting you walk away from me ever again."

Minerva wrapped her arms around him and caressed the skin she could reach sensually. "I can accept that," she answered before nipping at the skin on his neck she knew from experience was sensitive.

He moaned from the pleasure she was bringing out of him. Her hands were familiar yet he could notice the experience she had gained. A part of him hated the idea of another man touching her throughout her lifetime but he knew she belonged to him from this moment on and had to push his jealousy down. Harry drew her body tighter to his as he moved them closer to escatasy.

Time ceased to exist as hands and mouths explored what they could as he pivoted into her. Sweat dripped from their overheated bodies as moans, gasps and purrs filled the bedroom. Minerva clinched as her peak neared prompting Harry to increase his movements. He propped up on his elbows and slammed into her. She screamed his name as he roared his release and collapsed on top of her.

"Be mine forever," he begged as she looked at him. He had tears falling freely from his emerald eyes as he pleaded with her. "Marry me MinaLove! I want you as my wife!"

Minerva stared wide-eyed at Harry in suprise. "Harry," she started but he interrupted.

"Stop thinking about what others will say," he argued. "Think about what you want. I will never want anyone else like I want you and I am pretty confident you feel the same. Please marry me, be my wife."

Minerva teared up at the depth of emotions displayed on his face but shook her head negatively. "I want to be your wife," she whispered sadly. "But I am no longer able to carry children. You need to be with someone that can give you children, to give you that large family you dreamed about."

"We will adopt or use a surrogate," he countered. "Be my wife MinaLove. Allow yourself to be happy."

Minerva sobbed as she saw the love radiating from him. She nodded her head and said, "I will marry you Harry Potter."

Minerva was unprepared for the searing kiss she received. His entire face lit up with happiness as he smiled at her. She hadn't ever seen such happiness on Harry Potter's face before. He rolled off of her, leaned towards the bedside table and grabbed something from the top drawer. He settled back on top of her and lifted her left hand up. He gently slipped a modest diamond ring on her finger. It was the one he proposed with back in 1954. "You kept it," she whispered emotionally.

"It was made for you," he answered. "I would have thrown it in the Black Lake before giving it to another."

"I love you so very much Harry," she managed before he kissed her once again.