Chapter 10

Harry had woken his wife up with a sweet kiss and breakfast in bed well maybe brunch was more appropriate. He had fixed a little bit of everything in hopes of satisfying her hunger. They had burned a lot of calories last night he thought fondly. The Daily Prophet was folded on the tray next to their plates. Minerva plopped a piece of fruit in her mouth before opening the paper and reading the front page story.

Harry glanced at the picture Hermione had promised. He was surprised to find two pictures were present. The first was a scene that showed Minerva walking to Harry. Harry watched emotionally as Minerva wiped away his tears and kissed him gently, lovingly. He understood immediately why Hermione had included that one. Their love was on display and knew no bounds in this photo. The last picture was of them dancing at the wedding reception. Their bodies were flush against one another showing their comfort with one another. Harry watched mesmerized as Minerva had thrown her head back and laughed at something Harry had said. The pictured Harry had turned towards the camera and smiled happily. He didn't even know this picture had been taken but it was amazing. "Hermione's photo choices are amazing," he said to his wife.

Minerva nodded her head in agreement. "I did not realize either moment had been captured but I am certainly glad they were," Minerva said. "The article was brilliantly written as well. Adding the information about Soul Bonds was genius. Hermione has effectively painted us a couple who maintained a professional distance while needed but a couple who had finally given in to the undeniable love overpowering us and satisfying the soul bond. I seriously doubt there will be a backlash from the public thanks to this article." Minerva folded the paper and focused on eating brunch with her husband.

Later that day, Harry found his wife working on her correspondence in the library. She had a simple lavender sundress on that flowed elegantly. Her hair was pinned loosely at the nape of her neck while she worked. Her quill moved furiously as she wrote the last of her letter and sent it off with her owl Athena. "Hi my love," he whispered as he pressed a kiss to her neck. "What has you so upset," he asked when she didn't move in response.

"I do not want to return to Hogwarts," she whispered brokenly. He gently eased her to face him and frowned. Tears were running down her face and she had red blotches marking her skin from her anxiety. He pressed a reassuring kiss to her lips and gave her time to say whatever she needed to. "I will have to go back shortly to reset the wards and ensure the end of the year items are completed. Filius cannot fill in with those duties although he has done a marvelous job as acting Headmaster. They will be draining and take most of my time. I despise the very thought of being away from you for days at a time," she said emotionally.

Harry pulled her into a loving embrace before he gave her a reassuring smile. "I will simply go with you," he answered with a smile. "You are my wife and I go where you go. Since being Headmistress of Hogwarts demands you reside in the castle during session than I will support that and follow you. I can portkey to work daily and return home to you in the evenings. If I need to see to Potter House business, I will do so when possible but I will make sure I hold you every night possible. When we can sneak away for a weekend away together, we can come back home."

"You will move to Hogwarts with me," she asked surprised by him once again. She wouldn't have guessed he would have left Potter Estate since taking on his Potter House duties.

"I would move anywhere for you," he replied earnestly. "I never want to imagine a Hogwarts without the esteemed Professor McGonagall."

"That's Professor Potter," she smirked before pulling him in a passionate kiss.

Harry closed his eyes as their tongues fought for dominance. Without thinking, he pulled her out of her seat and flush against his body. He lifted her swiftly and sat her on the edge of the table. His hands inched their way up her thighs nearly touching her knickers before he stilled them remembering the night she was attacked. He broke their kiss and sought out her eyes. "Tell me this is alright," he beseeched, lust and need present but a general concern for her was present in his imploring eyes. "Tell me hard and fast is fine."

Minerva smiled at his thoughtfulness. "I have not had a nightmare since I have been in your bed," she answered honestly. "I am positive the feelings of uneasiness and flashbacks of being raped or attacked will come back to me sometime however as of now I am fine. My body responds to you in ways I could never fathom before. I have always feared being intimate with others since I was first raped and have ran from relationships due to this fear. With you, it is different. I am excited by your touch and anticipate any contact we have." Minerva looked at him with such affection, it blew his mind. "If you want it hard and fast then take me," her thick Scottish accent shining through.

Harry shuddered at her words before drawing her in for a bruising kiss. He vanished her knickers before he plunged his fingers inside her. He groaned at her wetness coating his fingers. He worked his fingers to bring her higher and higher in her lust. She moaned and gasped as his fingers plunged into her depths and he nipped at her neck and shoulder. "More," she begged dragging his mouth back to hers.

He quickly unbuttoned his pants and moved his underwear out of the way. He encouraged her to lay back and pulled her bottom closer to the edge of the table. Without warning, he entered her and moved frantically. He pounded into her hard and quick but she didn't mind. He was building her up so quickly she thought the heat flowing throughout her body might burn her alive. Not that she really minded in this particular moment. The sounds of the table groaning under their activities sounded throughout the room. The strength and force he was using was completely unlike any other time. She admitted to herself she liked his show of strength and dominance quite a bit. He suddenly swirled his thumb across her the pearl of her desire and sucked on her nipple through the flimsy bra and thin dress. She exploded into bliss but was aware of his seed filling her completely.

Harry collapsed onto Minerva, his energy gone. His wife wrapped her arms around him securely and kissed his neck. "Never doubt my willingness for you," she whispered, the Scottish accent more pronounced. "I love you husband of mine."

"And I love you," he said passionately.