Minerva flashed Harry into their bedroom and warded the door. He needed a distraction immediately. She licked his mating mark quickly and was rewarded with a guttural cry from his mouth. A wave of his hand left them both nude. He stared at her with such lust she shallowed hard. He bent and licked her mating mark twice.

It felt as if lightning bolted through her body. Her body coursed with want and need. "Fuck me," she said uncharacteristically.

He closed his eyes and groaned at her foul words. It did something to him hearing the language she typically refrained from using! She knew he needed to be burn off his frustration before his magic forced its way out of him and in a destructive way. She also knew he would never physically harm her. She moved her hand to her center and touched herself deliberately. His eyes smoldering with his need, his want for her. "Fuck me," she whispered again.

Harry shuddered but grapsed her hips and lifted her onto the nearby vanity. "Wrap your hands around my neck," he commanded. He moved her legs over his shoulders once she did. "Don't let go," he cautioned. He grasped her hips and pulled her hips to him. She was in a V position, a completely new one for her. He entered her and set a fast pace.

Minerva's head fell back at his show of dominance and she moaned lustfully. "Oh gods," she said as he bent and took a pert nipple in his mouth.

Harry moved from one nipple to the other and nipped at her skin as he pushed in and out, in and out. Minerva could only hold on as her muscles burned from the unaccustomed position. She wouldn't tell Harry that though. He felt wonderful and filled her like no other had. He sped up his tempo and pulled her hips closer to him. She gasped as she felt the impending climax building in her body. Harry licked her mark once more and she exploded into escasy and clung to him. He pushed in her three or four more times before he tore apart at the seams.


Minerva was unsure how they ended up in their bed but somehow they had. Harry was spooning her from behind. His hand rubbing her belly, their child, soothingly. She felt him firm against her hip. She moaned at the mere thought of him wanting her again.

Harry said nothing and moved his hand around her neck and kissed her jaw as she settled against him. Harry tucked his knees behind hers and moved his right hand to her entrance. He teased her clit and pushed against her seeping entrance until she growled her frustration. Harry chuckled before straightening his left leg out and readjusting his hips slightly. He entered her weeping center and smiled at her moan.

"Feels so good," she uttered as she pushed back against him. "How does one so inexperienced know so many ways to please their partner?" she asked curiously.

Harry moved his hand to play with her breast as he slowly pushed in and out of her. "Do you honestly want to know," he asked.

"Yes," she breathed as her body responded to his administrations.

"Sirius gave me a small parcel of books during the start of the tournament," Harry said. "He told me to read them all instead of focusing on the happenings of tournament so I did. Some were about learning my role as a future lord, some about wizarding customs and then a few were sex books or the most important lesson in Sirius' opinion."

Minerva chuckled, "Leave it to Sirius to give you sex books."

Harry smiled against her neck. He gripped her hand and moved it to his mating mark. He caressed her arm teasingly with his hand and moved his hand to her mating mark. He pulled out of her and slowly pushed back in. "I was cautioned by Siruis on who to love," he said unguarded. "He reinforced I had a lordship waiting for me when I graduated. He told me how some witches would do whatever it took for my fame and my vaults. He pleaded with me to refrain from sex until I married."

"He did," Minerva said suprised. Sirius had quite the reputation.

Harry nipped her neck before continuing, "Sirius wanted me to find someone that ensnared my very being. He wanted me to find a witch that made me happy and made me feel loved."

"And then the ritual messed that up for you," Minerva said lowly as she moved her hand away from his mark.

Harry stopped his movements and drew her closer. He placed her hand back on his mark and commanded, "Keep your hand there and let me finish talking!"

The mating magic swirled within her and Minerva was compelled to obey. Shocked by the outburst, she complied without fighting the magic. Harry laid his hand on her mark and passionately spoke. "The ritual was a blessing in disguise. I would have never found anyone that completed me like you. You would of never allowed me the time of day if it hadn't been for that ritual and I would of not known how much I needed you, how much I wanted you."

With that he curled body around her and encompassed her every thought. He moved in slower and deeper strokes as he caressed her lovingly. He bit down on her neck and moved his hand to stimulate her clitoris. Minerva screamed out lustily as she felt not only her desires but Harry's as well.

Harry rolled them over until Minerva was on her belly. His legs bent at the knees slightly, he pulled Minerva's backside up towards his pelvis. He instructed her to fold her arms in front of her vertically against her chest and he placed his hands close to her and pushed his torso up and away from her back. He used his hands to prevent her from bouncing up the bed and he thrust in her harder and deeper. "Arch your back," he encouraged.

Minerva did so and sobbed out in pleasure. He pushed into her deeply and quickened his place. All too quickly, Harry shuddered around her and prompted her own overwhelming orgasm. "Harry," she sobbed as tears coursed down her face.

He moved his torso on top of her back and wrapped his arms around her. "I have you Min," he breathed and he held her. "I will have you as long as I drawl breathe."

Minerva just sobbed harder as she heard that. Her heart was bursting with love for the man on her, in her, around her. He encompassed her entire being. "I love you," she exclaimed as she tried to reclaim control of her emotions. "So very much," she breathed as her body calmed down.