Minerva moaned as she woke up. Harry was flush against her backside. One hand toyed with a nipple and the other was teasing her pearl of desire. "Harry," she managed. "Quit teasing me," she begged.
He chuckled at that and rolled her until she was on her belly. He nudged her legs apart and eased into her womanly channel. She gasped at the unexpected position. He eased more of his weight on her as he set a slow pace of moving in and out of her. "I have fantasized about loving you this way," he whispered. "To have your unyielding trust as I love you like this. I have complete control this way but you trust me to love you like I should."
"I love you," she managed. "How could I not trust you?"
"You're a wonder Minerva McGonagall," he grunted as he increased his pace.
"I'm Minerva Potter," she retorted. "My last name shall match my children's last name."
Harry shuddered in pleasure at her admission. Minerva was always an independent witch. She was proud of the McGonagall name and never wished to change it. She had kept her last name during her marriage to Elphinstone so it had suprised him she was willing to take his name. "I am completely ensnared by you," he uttered and then latched onto her neck and sucked hard.
Minerva purred as her pleasure increased. She arched her back and sobbed as he went deeper in her. Harry raised up on his elbows and increased his pace as he loved her. He nipped on her neck and shoulders as he drove them closer to the edge. Time meant nothing as pants and moans filled their bedroom. Their mutual love for one another made their release more meaningful and darkness overcame them when they reached a shared orgasm, a powerful one it seemed.
Harry handed Minerva the folded Daily Prophet without a word. She had just finished nursing the twins and sat down at the table to enjoy a late breakfast. Harry sat across from her with a cup of tea. She frowned before she opened the paper and gasped in suprise. A picture of Harry and Minerva sitting on the porch swing holding the twins took up most of the page. Defeater of Voldemort a Family Wizard?
"How are you so calm about this?" she asked confused. "Our privacy has been invaded!"
Harry smiled reassuringly at his wife before commenting, "Look at who wrote it."
Minerva scrunched up her face before she did so. "Hermione wrote it?" she asked puzzled. "Why would she do that?"
"To control the way the news is spinned," he offered. "I refuse to hide my family. I want to be able to stroll down Diagon Alley with your hand in mine without whispering following us. We will set the record straight and move forward. You intend to take the Potter name and I shall ensure everyone knows we are madly in love. I will not have others commenting on our age difference, you teaching me, or any other thing they can say to be spiteful. I asked Hermione to help me with that since she is far better at that sort of thing than me."
"I thought the Unspeakables made her take a vow?" Minerva questioned.
"Only about the time travel and the rogue Unspeakable," he answered. "That article doesn't mention anything about it."
Minerva glared at how calm he was regarding their lives being printed for all to see. She turned to the article and actually read it. Her glare softened as she read it through once again. Minerva sighed and admitted, "It's a well written article. The soulbond and magically blessed marriage are presented well and will ensure nothing is said directly to us."
"I enjoyed the part about you hiding your pregnancy during the year of terror at Hogwarts," Harry smirked.
Minerva rolled her eyes at him. "Hermione is rather creative," she admitted. "She makes me seem like a heroine. You really think nothing will be said?"
"I still expect Howlers," he muttered in agitation.
Minerva looked at him suprised. "I would expect me to be on the receiving end of most of those," she commented.
Harry gave her a look. "We both know Molly or Ron will send one to me," he answered.
"Not Ginevra," she inquired.
Harry shook his head negatively. "Ginny is a lesbian," he said honestly. "I kept guys from her and she kept fangirls from me. She's not informed Molly but I suspect she will move from the Burrow as soon as she's of age then tell her."
Minerva raised an eyebrow in suprise. "That's suprising," admitted Minerva. "Ginevra is smart to keep that from Molly. The girl would have already had a betrothal contract signed if Molly was aware of it."
Harry nodded his head. "She also kept it from Ron as well. He allows his temper to control him. He would have blabbered to Molly in a fit of rage."
"Something happened between you, him and Hermione," she noted as she took a bite of her breakfast.
"He left us," Harry admitted sadly. "In the middle of the damn Horcrux search, he just left us. He was frustrated from our lack of progress and lack of food. So the bastard just made wild accusations and left us in the middle of the damn forest."
Minerva looked sadly at him. "You don't think it was how the Horcrux made him feel?" questioned Minerva.
"He didn't keep it as long as Mione and me did," he retorted. "Ron was always jealous of my relationship with Mione which has always bewildered me. Mione is my sister in all but blood so I never understood why he never saw that. I think it all came down to Ron being coddled by Molly."
"He is rather coddled," his wife agreed. "How did Hermione respond to Ronald leaving?"
"It hurt her more than she thought it would," Harry answered. "Ron tried to get her to leave with him but she refused. He demanded she pick from going with him and staying with me. Ron never seemed to understand that Mione and me bonded over emotional insecurities and that it would be like cutting a limb off to be separated from each other."
Minerva looked sad at that admission. "I always suspected Hermione's parents were emotionally abusive," she said. "Am I correct?"
"You are," he answered then looked uncomfortable. "I am pretty certain she was raped at Malfoy Manor, not that she would admit it, but it didn't seem like it phased her a bit. My guess is she was abused before and still emotionally numb from that."
Minerva closed her eyes as tears fell down her face. "I will find a way to get her help," she promised. "Hermione is your family so that means she's my family now too. We will ensure she is fine."
"Thank you love," he whispered as he kissed the palm of her hand gently.
