Harry wrestled with his emotions as he paced back and forth in the living room. It was near midnight and his hormones were running rampant. He pants were uncomfortably tight but he was fighting his emotions. He couldn't very well wake up Minerva and have his way with her. He knew she told him to not fight them but he couldn't help it. It was second nature to him!

"Harry," Minerva questioned as she walked down the stairs.

He turned to look at her and gasped in surprise. Her long hair was down and somewhat wild. He wanted to run his fingers through it. She was wearing a short black satin gown that fell to her knees. It hugged her curves and dipped low enough in front to show the tops of her breasts. Her mating mark clearly showed and beckoned him.

"Do not fight your emotions or urges," cautioned Minerva. She saw the need present in his green eyes. The bulge in the front of his trousers told her all she needed. "I can physically feel your need, your wants. It affects me too. Give in to the magic!"

Harry nodded his acceptance of her words and walked confidently to her. He wrapped his arms around waist and pulled her flush against him. His head dipped and he kissed her mating mark. Instead of images, he felt her needs, her wants this time. He heard her moan at the contact and looked up to see need present in her eyes. "I need you," he said as he kissed up her neck and then found her lips.

Minerva felt a fire ignite within her as he kissed her mark. She felt his need and she realized she wanted to sate it. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she whispered seductively in his ear, "I am yours to take."

Harry shuttered at her words and her tone. He gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her up. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and clung to him. Minerva was suprised when he packed her up the stairs and into the bedroom. He had stopped momentarily along the way to press her against the wall and kiss her until she was breathless. He laid her on the bed gently and stared at her with such desire she felt like melting in a wanton puddle. "I'm desperate to see you in the throes of passion," he said as he joined her on the bed.

Minerva moaned at the intensity in his tone and the look in his eye. She pulled his shirt from his pants and pulled it up and over his head. She threw it carelessly to the floor. She undid his trousers and reach inside to grasp his firm member. Harry groaned at the feel her hand stroking him. "Merlin," he breathed. "You're driving me mad."

Minerva smiled before releasing him and and drawing him to her for a kiss. He ran his hands down her body and grasped the hem of gown. He slowly raised it up and pulled it from her body. His breathe hitched at the sight of her near naked body. She was perfectly flawed, a warrior in her own right, and he yearned to know the cause of every scar on her body. He quickly removed her panties. "You are wonderous," he said as he covered her body with his own.

With a wave of her hand, his remaining clothes disappeared. Minerva pulled him fully on top of her and initiated a soul-searing kiss. Harry caressed her body gently before rolling her nipple between his fingers. She cried out lustily prompting him to smile. He dipped his head down and suckled one breast and then the other. He was rewarded with the arching of her back and her moaning his name. "Please Harry," she begged. "There's time to explore later."

He smirked at her before replying, "I plan on holding you to that."

He dipped his fingers to her entrance and found her wet and ready for him. He settled between her thighs and slowly sank into her tightness. He watched her face as he pushed into her. Her eyes closed and her mouth dropped open. "Divine," he uttered before recapturing her mouth and moving inside of her.

Minerva felt like fire was coursing through her body. Harry was touching her exactly how she wanted, how she needed. His movements were powerful and confident. This wizard knew how to play her body it seemed. Out of nowhere, she orgasmed and screamed his name.

Harry stopped moving and watched her closely. He felt like roaring in pride as he gazed at her. Her falling off the peak and into an orgasm from his hands was wonderful. He wanted to see it again. He moved his arms under her shoulders and drew her tighter to him. Minerva opened her eyes and smiled brightly. He liked those full smiles especially when directed at him. "One more lover," he panted as he pushed back into her.

Minerva's eyes widened when she realized he was still very much erect. Minerva hooked her legs about his hips and opened herself even more. She met him thrust for thrust. He filled her more than any other man had ever done. He was larger than most. The look of wonder and passion in his green eyes stole her breathe. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him breathlessly. Their gaze held each other as they both exploded into escasy and they cried out to each other.

Harry collapsed onto her but quickly rolled to the side. He drew her to him and wordlessly and wandlessly covered them up with a thin blanket. Minerva nestled into him and sighed contently. "How long have you been hiding your abilities," she asked curiously. She wanted to ask him a million questions, more intimate questions, but she refrained. She didn't feel like it was the right timing.

"The entire time," Harry admitted. "Aunt Petunia punished me rather severely if I did better than Dudley. I learned pretty quickly to hide my abilities. It's hard to break old habits."

Minerva frowned at that. "I begged Albus not to leave you with them," she said, sorrow evident in her tone. "I watched them that November first for the entire day and saw how horrible they were. I feared for your safety."

Harry turned his head slightly. "I was bitter at Dumbledore at first," he admitted. "It was a truly awful way to grow up. However, I am better for it. If I would have grown up in the wizarding world, I would have been catered to. I wouldn't have taken joy in the same things in life. I wouldn't see how amazing the gift of magic truly is."

Minerva pressed a kiss to his chest. "I understand somewhat," she admitted. "My father was a Presbyterian minister who had no idea he married a witch until the day I was born. You could see the uncertainty and fear on his face after bouts of accidental magic. I learned to be the obedient daughter early on. When I first saw Hogwarts I finally felt like I was home."

Harry smiled, "I know that feeling. I believe Hogwarts will always be home to me as well. Now rest. We will talk tomorrow."

Minerva burrowed further into him and dozed off to sleep rather contently.