Death chuckled darkly as he stared at Minerva from across the room. "Hello Heart," he greeted as she eyed him curiously. "You made the right decision with my Champion. His magic would have taken what it wanted soon regardless of what either of you wanted. His magic is incomplete until the bond is finalized."
"Harry's magic would have forced us to be intimate?" she asked suprised. "Harry would never hurt me."
"He's too chivalrous to harm a hair on your head," Death agreed. "His magic would have taken what it wanted and left Champion a sodding mess."
Minerva looked horrified at that. Can a person's magic bend you to it's will? Will this continue to be an issue for Harry? How do I help him? "Harry wouldn't survive if he thought he hurt me," she responded sadly.
Death nodded in agreement. "That's why you must act in those moments," he informed her. "You must act before his magic forces his hand. He will show signs like he did earlier."
"Why is his magic so insistent now?" she questioned curiously.
"Champion's magic is old," Death revealed. "His magic matured when he turned 15. His magic wants its soulmate to procreate."
Minerva gaped at Death like a fish out of water. "To procreate?" she questioned horrified at the notion. She assumed Harry and she would have time together before starting a family. "I will fall pregnant immediately?"
"Undoubtedly," Death states unperturbed by her inner dilemma. "Harry's magic will want to ensure it's livelihood in a son."
"If that is the case, I would be pregnant Harry's seventh year," Minerva said with a frown. "The students would give him such grief."
"Nothing that he can't handle," Death retorted. "Prepare yourself for it. It is a non-negotiable with the Champion's magic." With that, Death faded from view and left a frowning Minerva.
"Sirius," Minerva growled as he cut in during the dance she was dancing with a French dignitary. "What's the meaning of this? That was the French Educational president."
"Harry," Sirius said sternly. "His magic is wild. Its barely noticeable but to the family it is palpable."
Minerva scanned the room and saw Hermione attempting to dance with Harry. It was obvious he was upset and somewhat jealous. "Bloody hell," she muttered then she met Sirius' gaze. "I need you to get him to the nearest private room unnoticed."
"His magic is too wild right now," Sirius whispered when she saw realization dawn on him.
Minerva closed her eyes before relaying information she had held close for over six months. "His magic will overcome him and take what it wants regardless of Harry's thoughts on the matter. How do you think Harry will react to that?"
"Harry would never hurt you," Sirius retorted angrily.
"Not intentionally," she whispered emotionally. "Death saw fit to warn me. Now quit arguing and get Harry in a bloody private room." She glared at Sirius before walking into the powder room.
"Second floor, third door on the right," Hermione whispered to her.
"Thanks Hermione," Minerva whispered as she looked in the mirror at her reflection.
"This has happened before," Hermione realized with a start. "You are much too calm and collected."
Minerva nodded her head yes. "Harry's magic is overpowering him," she admitted. "His magic wants to claim me completely. Harry has been fighting it since the potions fiscal silently. Its became too overwhelming for him. I found that he calms when we have skin on skin contact."
"Be careful Min," Hermione whispered before hugging the witch and running out of the room. Minerva sighed inwardly before making her way to Harry.
Harry immediately pushed her against the wall and kissed her demanding when she entered the room. She distractedly warded the room before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Harry," she said breathlessly after he ended the kiss.
Minerva gasped as he gripped her beneath her backside and lifted her. He carried her to the lounge hidden in the corner. He tossed her on the lounge and eyed her lustfully. He leaned over her and ripped her dress open with his magic. He bent and bit down on her left nipple. She hissed in pain as he continued his rough exploration of her breasts.
"Not like this Harry," she begged as she met his gaze. His green eyes were hazed over by his gray magic. This isn't my Harry. He's not looked at me or uttered a loving word. "Be gentle love," she said, pain evident in her tone.
Minerva watched as Harry looked at her suprised before taking in the scene. Horror filled his now green eyes as he took in the now bruised breast. "Min," he whispered emotionally as he dropped his head on her chest and snaked his arms around her. "I'm sorry," he whispered over and over as his tears fell on her naked skin.
Minerva buried her fingers in his mop of dark hair and attempted to calm them both down. She felt his body shake from his emotions as he cried against her silently. She allowed him a bit of time to recover before tugging on his hair. "Come up here love," she whispered. Harry sighed sadly before he looked up at her. "I am truly alright," she whispered softly.
"I hurt you," he argued painfully. "My magic tore your dress and made me bruise you! That doesn't seem alright to me!"
"You wouldn't harm me at all my love," she retorted."Your magic just took over for a bit. Now let me help you."
Harry looked at her doubtful. "You still want me to touch you after I hurt you?"
Minerva smiled and caressed his cheek sweetly. "That was your magic that hurt me," she said. "Your magic wants to claim me now instead of on your birthday. You would never harm me intentionally."
"Min," he whispered emotionally as he started to argue.
"No," she stopped him. "Love me" she pleaded. She took a finger and quickly swiped it through her womanly folds before pushing it in his open mouth.
Harry moaned at her taste but didn't move. "What if I lose control again?" he asked terrified.
"You won't," she said confidently. "Take a taste from the source." With that, she pushed on his head until he took the hint.
Harry latched on her womanly folds and soon forgot everything but attempting to make her scream her completion. Minerva inwardly tried to reel in her own emotions before a lust drunk Harry realized how she truly felt through their bond. His actions had terrified her yet she knew he had no control over his actions. His magic was getting more insistent and she would have have to figure out a way to to satisfy it until Harry's birthday without giving in completely.