Minerva blinked her eyes open slowly and drew in a ragged breath. "She's awake," she heard Euphemia call out relieved.
Rustling sounds informed Minerva that Poppy was monitoring her health. "Harry," she asked. "Hermione."
"Hermione is still in shock," Poppy answered sadly. "The cursed blade triggered her memories from last timeline. Harry is still under the effects of the potions forced into him."
"You couldn't flush his sytem," Minerva croaked out frantically.
"Afraid not," Poppy answered sadly. "I have him locked in your quarters at the moment. I have reach out to a few consultants about his situation but they are just as stumped as me."
Minerva closed her eyes in sorrow. "Where's Hermione," she inquired.
"In my rooms," Poppy answered. "Hector and Leland are with her although she won't allow others near her right now. I have reach out to a therapist that deals in those types traumas."
"Hermione will clam up," Minerva warned her. "She needs Harry."
"He is unavailable right now and I'm out of ideas on any other way to help my daughter," Poppy nearly cried.
Minerva grabbed her friend's hand and gently tugged. Poppy lost her balance and fell into Minerva's waiting arms. "I have you my friend," she whispered tenderly. "We will find a way to help them." Poppy gave up and sobbed at her inability to help her loved ones. "Let it out Poppy."
Minerva stared at the wall unseeingly. She felt Harry's magic reach out for her. She also felt his unbearable need for her. "You know what you have to do," Sirius spoke from the doorway.
Minerva closed her eyes as tears welled up and flowed down her face. "I cannot," she whispered sadly. "He is a child."
"He's not," Sirius retorted. "He has a mind of a near 40 year old man. You have to decide if you are willing to sacrifice your pride or your soulmate. He is being driven insane by those potions." Minerva stared at Sirius in suprise. Her horror at his statement shown on her face. Sirius' gaze softened and he walked over and hugged the witch. "Some of the older potions only required satisfaction for the males. You may be able to toe the line in order to fulfill the potions requirements."
Minerva nodded her head at Sirius and offered him a sad, watery smile. "Thanks Sirius," she whispered emotionally before she stood and apparated from the room. She didn't allow herself time to change her mind.
Minerva arrived in her chambers and found Harry alone. She added her own magic to the wards Poppy had cast to keep Harry inside. She wouldn't allow anyone to enter until she was ready for them.
"Min," Harry breathed as he saw her.
Minerva smiled sadly at him but started to unbutton her shirt. "Love," she whispered emotionally. "I shall make it better soon."
"No," Harry managed as his eyes cleared. "You aren't warring with yourself over this."
Minerva watched his eyes glaze back over with lust. "Hopefully oral sex will be enough," she whispered sadly. "I need my Harry back. I have to end this madness that has ensnared you."
Harry nodded his understanding and crossed the room. He allowed his magic to vanish her clothing and leave her naked. He stood back and looked at her in awe. "Gorgeous," he breathed as he picked her up with his magic and carried her to her bed. He laid her down gently and eyed her lustfully. "All mine," he whispered as he joined her on the bed.
"Yours," agreed Minerva. Harry kissed her more passionately than he ever had in this timeline. He forced a moan from her lips and offered her a smirk once it broke.
"Gods how I want you," he managed as he kissed his way down her body. He lavished her breasts briefly before moving down to her womanly folds. He stared at her in awe before tentatively swiping his tongue against her.
Minerva was unable to keep the small cry of lust from tumbling out. "Harry," she breathed.
"I have you love," he whispered as he settled down on the bed on his belly and wrapped his arms underneath her legs and moved them around his shoulders. He pulled her to his waiting mouth and she gave in to whatever he wanted.
Emotions and wants she held firmly locked away for years burst from their damn and overwhelmed her. She screamed her completion in mere moments. Harry chuckled against her womanly folds. She glared at him. "Its been 15 damn years," she informed him.
"I'm aware," he answered back as he moved up her body and kissed her heatedly.
Minerva unexpectedly rolled them and straddled him. She grinned as she allowed her purple magic to mingle with his gray magic and melt his clothing off. She moved down and took him in her mouth. "No," Harry said as he tugged her hair gently. She looked at him curiously but let him go with a loud pop.
"What's the matter love," she whispered.
"I need to be in you," he answered desperately. "My magic is demanding it."
Minerva closed her eyes in resignation as she nodded sadly. "Very well," she managed.
Harry frowned at the look. I won't do this to her. She means too much to me. He allowed his magic to swirl and dress her before he walked to the bathroom. He gently closed the door before he allowed his emotions to show.
Minerva laid on the bed in shock. Harry had walked away from her and it tore at her. "He will not allow harm to come to his Heart," Death whispered. "Even if he must go insane to prevent it."
"He's going to allow the potion to overwhelm him in order to protect my principles," she gasped in horror.
Death nodded his head yes. "You will always be his greatest asset yet his greatest weakness," Death informed her. "It shall be up to you on what you allow Harry by with."
Minerva watched Death fade away before she magically stripped. She sashayed to the bathroom and entered the room regardless of Harry's attempts to block her. She gripped his face in her hands and kissed him desperately. "You shall not give in to this damn potion," she demanded, her brogue ever-present. "Take me any way you need to but don't ever give up us. I would shrivel up and die without you."
"Min," he whispered emotionally.
"Don't Min me," she demanded as she apparated them back to the bed. "Love me Harry Potter."
Minerva threaded her fingers through his messy hair and tugged his lips to hers. She coaxed him into responding and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Wait," he whispered. He tucked a curl behind her ear before kissing her sweetly. "Do you trust me?"
"With my very existence," she answered honestly.
Harry grinned at her before ordering her on her belly. She raised an eyebrow in question but did as he asked. She felt his magic caress her and then gasped as she felt a lubrication spell aimed at her backside. He nudged her legs apart slightly before he bumped his way into her tight channel. He wrapped his arm around her and laid the palm of his hand against her vagina before whispering, "I'm saving this one for our wedding night."
Minerva moaned as he withdrew from her and slid back in slowly over and over again. "Harry," she cried out as his hand rubbed her womanly pearl in time with his strokes. Harry had never taken her in this fashion before nor had any other man. Why had we never tried this? Feels so amazing. She cried out unexpectedly as he rolled his hips.
He chuckled at her. "One orgasm isn't enough lover," he whispered as he removed his hand from beneath her and propped hisself up on his elbows. Magically he raised her backside slightly and grinded against her roughly. She rocked back against him and pleaded for more. Harry allowed his magic to surround her as he slammed into her over and over again. He forced another orgasm from her and then decided to up the stakes. This would be their last encounter like this until he was of age. He would make sure she remembered it fondly. "One more lover," he panted near her ear.
"Harry," she panted out as she turned her head and looked at him in awe.
Harry whispered a spell that she didn't know and then slammed back into her. She screamed as the sensations of an invisible tongue licked her womanly lips as he slammed into her backside. Over and over again she felt Harry's firm member invade her backside and then a phantom tongue would invade her womanly folds. Time ceased to exist as Minerva had the most amazing sexual experience of her life. Her purple magic mingled with Harry's and steeled his stamina as they partook in their lovemaking. Hours passed before Harry finally pushed back Minerva's magic and orgasmed. She screamed out her completion as she felt his sperm shoot within her. He collapsed on top of her and snaked his arms around her to hold her tightly. Both panted heavily and were covered in a thick layer of sweat but they refused to separate.
"Gods how I love you," she whispered.
"I couldn't survive without you," Harry replied as he held her tightly.
"I need you to promise me that you will never sacrifice your wellbeing for me," she asked of him.
"I can't promise you that," Harry said sadly. "You are the most important part of me. I will promise you I won't needlessly sacrifice my life or sanity for your principles if there is another way. Its the best offer I have."
Minerva sighed in resignation and nodded her understanding. "I will hold you to that," she whispered. "Care to join me for a bath?"
"In a few," he replied. "Let me hold you like this for a bit longer. It will really be a long 2 years now."
Minerva softened at his words and settled her head against the pillow. Harry breathed in her smell deeply as he rested against her and dosed off to sleep. Minerva drifted off to sleep as she listened to Harry's soft and comforting snores.