Chapter 4

Harry Potter slowly walked towards the master bedroom with determination glinting in his green eyes. He had listened to Hermione as she explained just what she wanted him to do. He hadn't figured out what she was thinking when she suggested it but the more she talked the more he knew he would do it. He had learned early on to never doubt Hermione's judgement. Granted sometimes he was stubborn and ignored it but he never doubted her. Through the years, he learned to curb his stubbornness when it came to Hermione's instincts. Harry Potter knew without a doubt Hermione would never harm him in any way.

Harry had gone into his study momentarily before venturing upstairs to Minerva. Hermione had run ahead of him after he agreed to marry and bed Minerva McGonagall. He presumed Hermione would show Minerva into the master bedroom and then head to Hogwarts so they could have some privacy tonight. Harry realized he would have his wedding night before the actual wedding but with the potions forced upon Minerva that couldn't be helped. Harry knew he would have to find a way to reassure Minerva he would be true to his word and marry her as soon as possible. He smiled at her old-fashioned beliefs, they matched his perfectly.

Harry opened the door slowly and peered into the softly lit room. She was standing by the massive window looking out into the starry night. His breath hitched at the lovely vision she painted in the soft moonlight. The nightgown she wore was such a contrast to her pale ivory skin and he felt an urge to worship every inch of her. He briefly wondered why she never wore her hair down, it was breathtaking to him. "Minerva," he said softly. He didn't want to startle her or cause her any distress if it could be helped.

Minerva turned around slowly and he could see the arousal dripping off of her in waves. She was a goddess in his eyes. Her breathtaking beauty was on display in the nightgown that hugged her curves in just the right places. He stood by the door until she acknowledged him; he was silently letting her know they would be on her terms tonight. She lifted her gaze to meet his and asked him frankly, "Are you truly okay with this arrangement?"

Harry saw the uncertainty in her eyes which wrestled with her very apparent lust and sought to reassure her. Harry strolled to her and stopped right in front of her. His hand slowly caressed her cheek before he whispered, "Absolutely. I am surprised you are willing to be tied to me but I promise you I will do my best to make you happy. I don't plan on letting the start of this arrangement stifle what it could be. I plan on wooing you and making you truly want to be my wife and not just in name only."

Minerva watched amazed as Harry unexpectedly grasped her left hand and slipped a ruby and diamond engagement ring on her finger. He slowly brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm making her gasp at the unexpectedness and her arousal to soar even higher. "That's the ring Gryffindor's wife wore when they wed. It's been in the family for centuries but no one has been able to hold it in their grasp until me. I guess Gryffindor approves of his heir giving it to you. You're quite the Gryffindor, you know. This coming weekend I plan on adding a wedding band next to that ring," he said with such sincerity that it made Minerva believe him.

Surprised at learning Harry was a direct descendant to Godric Gryffindor filtered across her face but his words are what touched her. He had taken an awful and awkward situation and made it almost normal. He made her feel as if he chose her for his wife not him agreeing to just help her and her old-fashioned beliefs. Tears filled up in her emerald eyes as she said, "Oh Harry…"

Whatever else she planned to say was cut off with his lips on hers. Overcome with emotion and the potions running rampant through her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed herself flush against him as they continued their kiss until breathing became too difficult. She moaned loudly at the feeling of him and his own arousal which was bulging against the restraints of his pants. He then arrogantly swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her gently in the center before leaning over her and kissing her once again. He was determined to make tonight special for her.

Minerva sighed contently as Harry kissed his way down her body. He kissed a trail from her jaw down her slender neck and to her ample chest. Harry paid special attention to the scars littering her body. It touched her heart if she was honest with herself. Harry kissed a trail from her stomach to her hipbone and then down her left leg. Almost as if he was worshipping her body she thought. He kissed up the right leg to her other hipbone and then surprised her greatly when he kissed her womanly folds. She looked at him in surprise and wondered briefly when her clothes had disappeared. Harry just grinned at her before lavishing his attention at the delicate area between her legs. Minerva threw her head back, closed her eyes and grasped his hair between her fingers to hold him to her dripping center. A questing mouth and wondering fingers discovered her intimately. Her arousal had doubled so she just enjoyed the sensations he was creating until she exploded in ecstasy sometime later.

Harry had moved back up to hold her while she recovered from her intense orgasm. Her breathing was labored as she lay in his arms. Harry was hopeful she was enjoying herself. Hermione had explained Minerva had shared the same type of abuse she had experienced and he hoped Minerva would find their night together enjoyable. He hoped to fan the flames of her lust until she was so overwhelmed with need that she wouldn't think about her abuse when he finally joined them. "I have to admit that was a first for me," Minerva said breathlessly and then asked, "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Hermione isn't the only one that enjoys a good book," Harry responded with a lazy smile. He met her gaze before he made his own admission. "That was a first for me as well. Actually, I have only ever shared a couple of kisses so the rest will be new territory for me."

Minerva looked at him shocked. The way girls at Hogwarts had thrown themselves at him she expected him to lose his virginity quite a few years ago. The way he had kissed her and then taken control of her body had seemed so experienced. Had a virgin really gave her the best orgasm of her life? "Really," she asked in disbelief. Harry just nodded his head and blushed shyly. Minerva placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled him to her slowly. "I am positive we will figure it out," she said as she kissed him passionately and rekindled their passion. She was not unable to control her arousal anymore nor did she really want to.

Harry moved over her and removed his remaining clothes wandlessly. He settled himself between her legs but didn't enter her just yet. His green eyes sought out hers silently asking for permission. She smiled at his consideration before nodding and reaching for his hand. Slowly he entered her body and then stilled to give her time to adjust to his size. Her eyes fluttered shut at the wondrous sensations coursing through her body. Minerva was sure the potions injected into her body earlier this evening aided in her lust and unbridled passion but she pushed the thought from her mind. "Move lover," she whispered into his ears and she brought his lips down to meet hers in a demanding kiss.

Harry did as his future wife demanded and sought to please her as best as he could. Hands roamed, tongues licked and nipped, and hearts connected as they sought their release. Minerva sighed and gasped as Harry found that certain spot that made stars dance before her eyes. She cried out for more rather loudly and pulled him as tightly to her as possible. Harry barely managed to hold out until he heard her cry out his name when her orgasm hit before he filled her with his seed and fell onto her completely spent.

Harry was startled when a lilac colored mist surrounded Minerva's stomach before vanishing from sight. "The potion did its job and has left my system," Minerva explained in reassurance before she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.

Harry nodded before settling beside of her and wandlessly recovering the bedsheet to cover their naked forms. Harry draped an arm around Minerva's waist and pulled her as close to him as possible before sleep overcame him as well. Neither noticed the soft golden light that glowed around them for a few minutes before vanishing out of sight.