Minerva strolled through the Great Hall with her head held high. Her four month belly was no longer hidden by her robes at this point. The staff was already aware of her pregnancy but it seemed the student body figured it out now. She had heard whispers all day regarding it and had chosen not to say a thing regarding it.

Unbeknownst to Minerva, Harry had also heard the whispers and was bothered greatly by them. Minerva was no scarlet woman as the students assumed. Harry brought out his marauders' heritage, planned a prank and enlisted his friends to help him to do it. He would set the record straight or at least as much as he could.

Harry watched from the Head table as the Weasley twins caught up to his wife. "Hello Minnie Love," they greeted loudly as they took up an arm on each side. "How has your day been?"

Minerva frowned as she looked from one to the other. "Gentlemen," she greeted with a raised eyebrow. "How can I help you?"

"Marry us Minnie Love," they begged pleadingly as they dropped to their knees in front of her. "We love you!"

Startled and suprised at the situation, she merely looked at them questionly. They were aware of her bond to Harry so she didn't understand why they were making a scene. She attempted to find something to say, to berate them, but words failed her.

"Shove off boys," Hermione Granger said as she walked down the aisle. She grasped each boy by the ear and dragged them with her. "How many times do I have to explain you cannot ask married witches out?"

Minerva was aware of the gasps of suprise from the student body. Apparently they had picked up on the tidbit of information Hermione had dropped. Before she could move, Rolonda Hooch came in and grasped her left hand. A whispered spell from Rolonda revealed a stunning engagement and wedding band on her ring finger. A Goblin made set wrapped in gold. Celtic designs throughout the rings along with emeralds and diamonds. "Sorry boys but your Minnie Love has a rather generous and attentive husband," the flying instructor said. "Handsome, powerful and wealthy to boot. It's a shame the current political unrest prevents them from being open about their marriage."

"Say it isn't true Minnie Love," Fred and George cried dramatically.

Minerva bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing at their acting skills. "Sorry gentlemen," she finally managed. "I am happily married."

Fred and George looked at each other and then shrugged their shoulders. "I guess we will have to settle for being honorary uncles to the baby," Fred said.

"We will have her pulling pranks before she is walking," George added excitedly.

"Absolutely no pranking," she said sternly.

Fred and George grinned at each other before walking back to Minerva and threading an arm into hers. They started to escort her to the Head table. "A good uncle is supposed to teach what they know to the nieces and nephews. And we know pranking Minnie Love!"

Minerva groaned in frustration as she allowed them to led her to the Head table. Harry winked at her and then turned back to his conversation with Pomona Sprout.


Harry was sitting reading a book when Minerva came into their living room later that night. She shrugged out of her robes and toed off her shoes before she settled down next to him. "Thank you for today," she said emotionally. "I should have anticipated how I would feel about the students thinking negatively about me."

Harry grasped her left hand and brought it up to his lips. He kissed her palm lightly before asking, "If circumstances were different, I wouldn't have had to enlist our friends for help. I would of walked up to you and snogged you senseless right there in the middle of the Great Hall."

Minerva chuckled in amusement. "When did you have time to go and buy me rings," Minerva asked curiously. "And what spell did Rolonda use to make them appear there? I did not feel a thing."

Harry offered a sheepish smile before admitting the truth. "I didn't buy them. I had them commissioned as soon as we were bonded. I knew it was a lifetime commitment and I felt you deserved them. You have worn them since we listened to my parents' will. I spelled them on your finger while you were distracted trying to think of ways to resurrect Albus so you could kill him again. I was just waiting on the perfect moment to show you."

Astonishment showed on her face. "How is that possible? Surely I would have felt them."

Harry just grinned. "You were pretty distracted by your anger at Albus' decisions regarding me. There's a concealment spell or two on them as well," he said honestly. "The best protection spells available. Griphook said the rings would remain hidden by enchantments until it was revealed by another. Obviously I told Rolonda so she could reveal them to the student body. I admit I enjoyed seeing the suprise on your face as well."

Minerva gave him one of her rare full smiles and leaned in to kiss his lips sweetly. "Thank you," she whispered. "I adore them."

"I am glad to hear it," Harry said as he vanished her clothes with a wave of his hand. He lovingly caressed her rounded baby bump. "I adore you," he uttered honestly as he leaned in and licked her mating mark.

Minerva gasped as desire blazed within her. She straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed behind his ear and was rewarded with lust filling his eyes, darkening them. He grasped her backside and stood with ease. He walked into their bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. "You are mine witch," he said. "Mine to love and cherish always."

Tears sprung in her eyes as she stared at him in wonder. His dedication to her was amazing in her opinion. Harry treated her like a queen and lusted after her like she was a veela performing a seductive dance. It still amazed her he loved her so. "Join us Harry," she begged needily. "Show me your love!"

Love was very apparent in his green eyes as he vanished his clothes and joined her on the bed. "Always," he replied as he kissed her with such a passion it left her breathless.

Harry kissed his way down her body, loving her with his mouth and hands. He flamed her overheated body further and ignored her pleading to join their bodies. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her center to his waiting mouth. He dove right in and had her shrieking in mere moments. "I will never tire of the taste of you," he confessed.

Minerva smiled lovingly at him. "I will never tire of the way you look at me," she responded. "It still amazes me you find me so desirable."

"Anyone with eyes can see how desirable you are," he retorted and kissed her fiercely.

He gently eased her onto her knees and propped several pillows in front of her. He pushed on her back until her chest was resting on the bed. Her protruding belly resting on the pillows. Harry moved behind her and joined them quickly. "I love you so Min," he proclaimed as he moved in and out of her.

Minerva could merely moan as he flamed her desires. His hands caressed and kneaded her overheated skin. Time became irrelevant as Harry moved them closer to edge. She grapsed the sheets in her fists as he pounded into her from behind. Her tabby cat purring approvingly at the joining of bodies in this fashion. Before she realized it, her orgasm overtook her and she screamed out his name. She vaguely heard Harry's guttural cry.

Breathing heavily, Harry flopped over on his side and brought her with him. He sent the stack of pillows flying with a wave of his hand. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her sweaty neck. "I love you so much Min," he confessed passionately.

Suprised by the intensity in his voice she turned to look at him. Tears streamed down his face. "Why the tears my love," she asked concerned.

"I wish I could proclaim to the world how much I love you," he answered unguarded. "I want the world to know you are my wife. It frustrates me I am unable to do so. I want the world to know how happy, how complete, you have made me."

Minerva smiled at him lovingly. "As long as I know, the world can sod off," she said causing him to snort out in amusement. "I am perfectly fine with the knowledge you love me so. When it is safe, we will publish that hidden marriage certificate in the Daily Prophet if you want."

Harry smiled at his wife, tilted her hips and slipped back in her slicken channel. She moaned lustfully and stared wide-eyed at him. "I will never tire of loving you," he admitted and proceeded to do just that.