"Harry," Minerva laughed musically as he apparated them.
"It's been a long seventeen years love," he shrugged unapologetic. "The family will make apologies to our wedding guests."
Minerva grinned at him happily. Today had been amazing and wonderous. Their wedding had taken place at Potter Manor, the gardens that Harry loved so much to be precise. Even though they had been selective in the invitation phase, a good three hundred people were in attendance. The wedding had been awe worthy and she loved every detail. The reception was in the grand Ballroom that was rarely used. The food was exquisite and the dancing had been magical in her opinion. "I shall have to be glad you managed to hold off until after our first dance as husband and wife."
Harry nodded his head and leaned in to whisper, "I wanted to apparate us as we kissed for the first time as husband and wife."
"I love you Harry Potter," she whispered emotionally.
Harry kissed her nose lightly before admitting, "Not as much as I love you Minerva Potter!"
"That's going to take a while to get used to," she admitted with a smile.
"I'm fine if you want to keep McGonagall," he reassured her and then kissed her gently.
"My last name shall match my children's family name," she informed him. "We have seen a glimpse of that already. I am confident in my decision of taking your last name. Now where are we?"
Harry smiled so brightly at her it stole her breath. She grinned at his obvious happiness. "Home," he whispered as he turned her around to see the quaint two-story stone cottage.
"Home," she whispered as she took in the details of the cottage. "You found the cottage we used to talk about in those dark days."
"No," Harry said with a grin. "I built the cottage we talked about. This is the suprise I have been working on. Sirius told me to utilize my excess energy on making something special for you as a wedding gift and as usual I took it a step further. I remembered all of those whispered conversations on that truly dreadful lumpy mattress we had."
Minerva stared at him speechless. Her green eyes shining with unshed tears as she stared at him in wonder. She finally managed, "You built our dream house? Where exactly are we?"
"I did," he answered happily. "It is located in the southern region of the high country of Scotland. I couldn't very well take ypu away from your beloved Scotland, could I? There is a few additions besides what we discussed all those years ago but I'm confident you will love them. Come and let me give you a tour."
"Later," Minerva whispered sultry as she pulled him in a searing kiss. She pushed her body to his and wrapped her magic around them. "I want to finalize our bond."
Harry shuddered in need as he wrapped his own magic around her. He wrapped his arms around her securely before apparating them into the master bedroom. "As you wish," he whispered seductively and turned her back to him. He reached for the hidden zipper and slowly unzipped her wedding dress. He gapsed at the porcelain skin revealed to him. "I have seen you naked countless times," he whispered. "This time means so much more. I know this time I get to fully claim you as my wife in every sense of the word. Last time, I only knew you as a lover. This time will be more and I'm lost on how to feel."
Minerva stepped forward a bit and allowed her wedding dress to fall in a heap on the floor. She turned to face him. White stilettos, white garter on her right thigh with a blue ribbon, white satin panties and a white strapless corset sinched tightly. Her tattoo above her left breast completely unhindered from his view. "I have longed to be completely yours for years," she whispered sultry. "Take me to that bed and make me yours completely," she demanded.
Harry gulped at the intensity in her eyes before he rushed forward and pulled her into a searing kiss. He allowed his magic to swirl around her and gently lift her off the ground once the kiss ended. Harry smiled reassuringly at her and allowed his magic to carry to the king size bed. He eased her down and caressed her body with his magic. "Harry," she shuddered as her body blazed with want.
Harry removed his clothing magically as he slowly walked towards his waiting wife. He climbed on the bed and straddled her legs as he gazed at her lovingly. "I love you so much it hurts," he admitted. "You are the one person I couldn't survive without."
Minerva stared at Harry in wonder but couldn't find any words to match his profound statement. She watched as his hands gently laid on her hips before moving to the bottom of the corset. He untied the satin ribbon holding it together and slowly undone it. Loop after loop he pulled the ribbon through delighting in the skin that revealed itself. He watched mesmerized as he pulled the ribbon from the last loop and the weight of her breasts popped the corset open. He gently fingered her nipples. His mind bringing forth images of her bruises. "Never again shall my magic hurt you," he whispered emotionally and leaned down to kiss her nipples tenderly.
"You would never allow harm to come to me," she whispered utterly convinced of such. "You love me irrevocable."
"I do," he agreed then settled against her and worshipped her with his tongue. He wrapped his magic around her as he melted the remainder of her clothing from her body. "Glorious," he breathed as he moved down her body kissing and nipping at her skin.
Minerva yelped as his magic separated her legs apart and he plunged in without warning. His magic set her nerve endings on fire and pushed her quickly to the edge. She screamed as pleasure exploded throughout her and her vision blurred.
"Harry," she panted as her own magic moved him on top of her. "Join us," she begged needy. "I need to feel you in me."
Harry crashed his mouth to hers and kissed her so heatedly she could only allow him to take what he wanted. She moaned against him as he caressed her tongue with his own. He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers. He shifted his weight on his forearms before lining up his manhood against her womanly folds and slowly pushing in. "You're mine," he breathed as he set a slow pace.
Harry loved her slowly, gently for hours. His magic caressed her body in ways she had never felt before. The closest reference she had was that night after the whole potion debacle in his fifth year. His magic kept her tethering on the edge of pleasure until he gave a mighty roar and came forcefully. Minerva screamed his name as his magic pushed her over the edge and finally allowed her unimaginable pleasure. More than she had ever felt before, this timeline as well as last.
"I have always been yours," she corrected when she managed to catch her breath. "I shall always be yours as you are mine for all of time."
Harry kissed her passionately and wrapped her in his embrace while using his magic to cover them with a blanket. "Sleep my wife," he whispered gently. "I plan to ravage you very soon." Minerva moaned at the mere thought if his touch.