AN: Part three. Thanks to y'all who keep adding me to your favorite story/author. That's awesome. Thanks to those of you who've been reviewing my work. Thanks, thanks, thanks.
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As it was Saturday, neither Minerva nor Hermione had anywhere special they needed to be. Minerva had a free weekend, having asked Rolanda Hooch to shepherd the students to Hogsmede. Hermione had a rare free weekend away from studies and shift rotations at St. Mungo's. Minerva had found out about this from Poppy, who unknowingly let slip Hermione's schedule during a casual conversation at dinner two nights previous. Having heard this, Minerva immediately asked Albus for permission to leave for the weekend; promising to be back in time for classes Monday morning. Realizing where she was headed, he'd given his permission with a knowing twinkle in his blue eyes.
The lovers woke from their strenuous early morning love-making with growling bellies. "I'm famished." Hermione commented getting out of bed. Minerva followed her, stretching her lithe form elaborately. (We all know most cats just love a good stretch). Hermione turned, admiring her lover's body. "You really have an amazing body." She commented, grabbing up her robe. Minerva blushed slightly, and reached for her wand. As her pearl was still elongated, she pointed her wand at her sex once again and muttered, "Reverso Engorgio!" In a flash her anatomy was back to it's normal size. Hermione, having witnessed the grimace of pain that flashed briefly on her lover's face, stated, "I really hate it that you have to go through so much pain like that." Minerva transfigured her leather jacket into a robe and replied, as she put it on, "It's only for a very brief moment." She smiled and added, "And well worth it." Hermione laughed, asking, "Have you ever done this kind of sex with anyone else?" Minerva walked over to Hermione. Pulling her close, she whispered in her ear, "You're the first. I'd studied the theory, but never actually did it... till now." With that, she kissed her woman.
They wandered out of the bedroom and made their way into the kitchen. Hermione had an automatic coffee maker programmed to have a pot ready every morning. Minerva marveled at the muggle appliance. "I suppose muggles would have to invent something that magic would normally take care of." Hermione grinned as she put the kettle on for Minerva's tea. "I suppose the same could be said in reverse. After all, we're living in my world at the moment." Minerva nodded and reached for Hermione's hand. Kissing her knuckles, she said, "You're world is my world." Hermione smiled at her lover, her warm chocolate brown eyes shining with the powerful love she felt for the older witch.
The kettle whistled and Hermione proceeded to fix her lover's tea... just the way she liked it. Minerva took a sip with a contented sigh. This domestic bliss was just what she wanted with Hermione... permanently. "Well, did I get it right?" Hermione's query brought Minerva out of her wishful thinking. Smiling, she nodded, "It's perfect." The younger witch turned to the stove and asked, "What are you in the mood to eat?" There was a bit of silence, causing Hermione to turn round. Her curious gaze fell on her lover. Seeing the lasivious expression on her former teacher's face, Hermione gasped in exasperation, "Is that all you ever think about?" Minerva smiled brightly, "When you are with me... yes." Both women burst into giddy laughter.
Once they'd settled down at the kitchen table, Minerva said, "I have a surprise for you." Hermione looked up from her coffee with a quizzical expression on her lovely face. Minerva snapped her fingers and said. "Izer!" An echoing pop resounded throughout the flat as Minerva's personal house elf appeared at her side. "Izer is here for the Mistress." The tiny elf squeaked. He focused his gaze on Hermione. Excitement flashed across his joyous face, "The Miss is here!" He trotted around the table and enveloped Hermione's leg in a tight hug. Hermione rested her hand on his small head tenderly and said, "Oh Izer, it's good to see you!" The elf gazed up at her adoringly and said, "Izer is pleased to see the Miss. The Mistress is lonely without the Miss. Izer is pleased to see the Mistress and the Miss is together again."
Minerva smiled at her elf's enthusiasm. "Do you remember this place Izer?" The elf gazed around thoughtfully. Recognition dawning on his wizened face. "The flat!" He exclaimed. Hermione's flat actually belonged to Minerva. The latter having purchased it years ago as a place to rest after extended sessions at the ministry. Rather than apparate all the way back to Scotland, knowing she'd only have to return the next day, she'd bought it. She decided to save the Granger's the additional expense of dorm fee's and/or rent by offering to let Hermione use her three bedroom flat.
Hermione's stomach chose that particular moment to erupt in a series of hungry gurgles, Minerva's stomach answered with with a series of it's own. Izer's acute hearing immediately picked up the sounds. "Oh you's is hungry. Bellies got the grumbles." The tiny elf stepped in front of the refrigerator. "I sees the Miss has gots a cooler box. Good food be in there." He smiled as he opened the door. His smile quickly turned to a frown as he observed the contents of the appliance: half a gallon of expired milk, an open tin of cat food (for Crookshanks), one cracked egg, a Chinese take-out container containing something green and fuzzy, and two cartons of low-fat yogurt. The elf wrinkled his nose in disgust. Peeking around the door of the refrigerator, he glared at Hermione. "The Miss must learns to eats right!" He snapped his fingers and the offending articles in said cooler box disappeared and were immediately replaced by all sorts of good and healthy things to eat. "Much better." Izer said, rubbing his clawed hands together.
Minerva raised an eyebrow at her woman. "Have you been eating properly?" She'd noticed Hermione had lost a bit of weight. "I try." The younger witch replied, "I just have such a wierd schedule sometimes I just grab something out." Minerva frowned, "I'll have none of that. You need to take care of yourself." Her voice had a no-nonsense tone to it. Izer nodded vigorously. "The Miss must listen to the Mistress. If the Miss doesn't listen then the Mistress is sad." Minerva thought her elf was laying it on a bit thick, though she didn't say so. Instead she asked, "What are you going to prepare for our meal?" Izer grinned, "Everything!" He snapped his fingers and suddenly the kitchen table was groaning under the weight of all the food Izer presented. Fresh fruits, muffins, cheeses, sausages, bacon, eggs, roast potatoes, kippers, ham and sliced tomatoes. There was a selection of juices as well. The elf turned and said with his hands on his hips, "Eats!"
As the two women were enjoying their meal, Hermione's cell phone rang startling both Minerva and Izer. The elf's eyes grew large and round and Minerva reached for her wand. Hermione shook her head, "Oh stop you two, it's just my phone." She walked over to a small niche next to the refrigerator and grabbed her purse. Reaching inside, she pulled out her cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Oh hey mum. What's up?"
"You're going where? Brighton? What's in Brighton?... Oh them."
"No I won't ever forgive them, neither will Dawn."
"I don't blame her."
"Oh?...hold on a minute..." She put her hand over the speaker and looked at Minerva. The older witch had been observing the one way conversation with amusement. "Mum wants to know if Dawn can stay with me over night while she and dad go to Brighton to visit my aunt and uncle." Minerva shrugged, so Hermione added, "This is your place." Shaking her head, Minerva replied, "Not while you are using it..." She smiled and added, "I think perhaps it's time I start to meet your family. Don't you?" Smiling, Hermione returned to her conversation with her mother.
"Sure Dawn can stay. When will you be arriving?"
"Now?? Where are you?"
"Oh... uh...O.K. then, just send her up."
"I love you too mum."
"Bye."
Minerva, having heard the last bit, got the gist of the conversation. "Izer, set another place." The little elf nodded happily and quickly added another place setting. Hermione looked down at herself in her robe, then over at Minerva. "You think maybe we should change clothes?" Minerva smiled, "What and give your sister the impression that we're sleeping together?" Hermione laughed, "Minerva behave!" The latter laughed as well. Standing, the women headed into the bedroom for a quick change before Hermione's younger sister, Dawn, arrived.
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Dawn Granger stood at her sister's front door pressing the door chime. The door opened, but she didn't see anyone there. "Hello?" "Please comes in." Said a squeaky voice. Dawn stepped inside her sister's flat looking around at the elegantly furnished setting. The door closed seemingly by itself. She turned to see what was closing the door and gasped. There was a tiny green man with large eyes and ears and clawed hands wearing what appeared to be a tartan t-towel standing before her. "Uh..." She mumbled in shock. Hermione came out of the bedroom tucking her t-shirt into her jeans. "Hey girl." She said to her younger but way taller sister. Dawn enveloped her older sister in a warm hug. She was taller than Hermione by at least six inches. They shared the same warm brown eyes and cheeky expression. Dawn leaned down and whispered, "You do know there is a little green man answering your door?" The sound of deep, rich laughter sounded as Minerva entered the room. Hermione had helped her choose what to wear. She was clad in a pair of jeans like Hermione's and a soft green, v-neck shirt with half sleeves. Very comfortable. Dawn observed the very tall ebony haired woman with striking green eyes and knew immediately that this was THE Professor Minerva McGonagall... in the quite beautiful flesh.
Minerva took in the sight before her. Hermione's sixteen year old sister was much taller and alot thinner (less curves), she wore her hair short, almost waifish. It was a sandy blonde color, wavy like Hermione's. Her eyes were the same chocolate brown. There was no mistaking the resemblance. There were two Grangers in the house. She stepped up behind Hermione and extended her hand, "You must be Dawn?" The younger Granger smiled brightly and shook the older woman's hand. "So you are the infamous Minerva McGonagall I have heard so much about." There was a teasing tone in her voice. Minerva raised an eyebrow, "Good things I hope?" She glanced sidelong at her lover. Dawn grinned, "The best."
Izer chose that moment to clap his claws, "You's food is gettin' cold!" He picked up Dawn's bag and carried into the guest bedroom. The third bedroom had been turned into an office type room as a place for Hermione to do her homework and such. Hermione laughed and guided her sister to the kitchen, "We were just sitting down to breakfast when mum called... come sit, let's eat."
Dawn took in the huge amount of food set out on the table. "Wow, do you eat like this all the time?" Hermione blushed as Minerva spoke up, "No. What she had in her refrigerator looked more like a potions experiment than food, so Izer changed all of that." The elf in question chose that moment to re-enter the kitchen. Dawn looked at him apprehensively. The little elf shook his small head, his large ears flapping slightly, "There, there young Miss. Izer helps he does. No need for fearing this old elf." He stepped over to where Dawn was sitting at the table and patted her knee. "Elf?" The younger Granger whispered. Minerva smiled and reached over to pat her hand. "Izer is a house elf. Part of my household along with the rest of his family." Hermione perked up. Cocking her head quizzically she questioned, "Family?" Minerva nodded, "Of course." She frowned and added, "When you were going on with S.P.E.W. or whatever didn't you ever research elf lore?" Hermione blushed and shook her head. Minerva smirked and continued, "Elves are held together in loose family groups. They are very long lived and incredibly loyal." Izer smiled brightly, "Izer's wife Livvy and Izer's brother Ivir and his wife, Sipsy and Izer's other brother Igon stay with the Mistress at her manor. Alls the children and grandchildren too." He added with a proud smile. Dawn curiously entered the conversation, "How many children do you have?" The little elf puffed out his tiny chest, "Twelve." Hermione nearly choked on her muffin... "Twelve? How many grandchildren?" Minerva laughed saying, "Thirty-four at last count"
Izer nodded, "We keeps the manor clean." Minerva could see Hermione's mind working, so she said, "Most of the elves at Hogwarts have come from the manor at some point. Other family elves sometimes find a home at the school as well. Many times they meet a partner and start a family..." She smiled warmly at her elf and said, "Just like Izer, Ivir and Igon... although I think Igon might be gay." Dawn snorted into her milk, "There's alot of that going around." Hermione threw a muffin at her sister as Minerva laughed merrily.
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After their meal, the ladies retired to different areas of the flat. Minerva went to the office to conduct some correspondence while the sisters sat in the living room talking, catching up, gossiping and doing what sisters have been doing down through the centuries. Minerva, because of her enhanced senses could hear every word. Not that she meant to, but what she was learning was very insightful into her relationship with Hermione.
"So what do you think?" Hermione asked her sister. Dawn took a deep breath, "I think Minerva is cool. I thought she was going to be some old hag that put a spell on you or something, but she's not... she's really cool." Hermione nodded, "I love her." Dawn laughed, "Well duh! You glow whenever you look at her." She scratched her nose and continued, "Minerva does too." Hermione smiled, "I never really noticed." Dawn giggled, "No you wouldn't. I don't think Minerva realizes it either." She thought for a moment, "It's like you have a bond or something."
Minerva's head shot up from her writing. "A bond?" She frowned, puzzled, "Is it possible I have a bonding with Hermione?" She grabbed a fresh piece of parchment and began writing a letter to Albus. She suspected he knew about this which was why he was so encouraging of her pursuit of the younger witch. It would also explain her randiness around her lover, her need to mate with Hermione all the time. She decided to invite Albus for dinner tonight. She didn't think Hermione would mind.
"So did you have any plans that I interupted?" Dawn asked, her head nodding in Minerva's general direction. Hermione smiled saying, "Minerva showing up was a complete surprise... but boy what a welcome one." Her eyes sparkled with the memory of last night and this morning. Dawn waved her hand in front of her dazed sister. "Hello?... Oh you have got it soooo bad!" She was glad her sister had finally found someone to love. It seemed to Dawn that all Hermione ever did was keep her nose stuck in some book. She was glad that Minerva was showing her that there was so much more out there. Hermione blushed, "God, it seems that when we're together, all we ever do is make love." Dawn giggled, "Is she any good?" Hermione grinned, "Oh God, you have no idea... she's fantastic!"
Minerva grinned and blushed really, really hard!
Dawn cocked her head, "Could be 'cause you don't get to see each other on a regular basis that you're just making up for lost time or something." She frowned and added, "Maybe when you get to be together all the time it'll change... just like mum and dad." Hermione frowned, "What about mum and dad?" Dawn shook her sandy blonde head sadly, "All they do is argue... Dad has to be right all the time. I think mum is getting tired of it." Hermione gazed at her sister thoughtfully, "You don't think they'll divorce or something... do you?" Dawn shook her head, "I don't know. I think that's why dad wanted to go to Brighton.
To see Uncle Tony and Aunt Sissy. I guess to see what they thought." Hermione ground her teeth. Tony & Sissy Granger had been merciless in their conviction that Hermione was some kind of freak once her magic started manifesting itself. So much so that Jean Granger had threatened physical violence against Sissy the next time she said ANYTHING bad about her daughter. For John to be taking the couple's problems to those people showed just how insensitive he was to his wife. Hermione felt her blood boil as she thought about what her mum would be subjected to. "Maybe I should call her or something?" She mused. "NO!" Dawn said forcefully, "Let mum work through this on her own. When she's ready, she'll let us know."
Minerva chose that moment to enter the living room, "Wisely spoken Dawn." She gazed at the saddened features of her love. "Don't dwell on problems you can not solve." The words were spoken kindly, a testament to Minerva's compassion. Hermione noticed the rolled up parchment in the older witch's hand. "What's that?" Minerva smiled and sat next to her love on the sofa. "I would like to invite Albus to dinner tonight, if you don't mind?" Hermione shook her head, "Well... Harry and Ron were coming over to play chess.." She indicated the wizard's chess board set up in a cozy corner of the living area. Minerva nodded and said, "Albus could bring Ms. Weasley and we could have a nice get together." Dawn smirked thinking, "Or a real free for all." Her evil imp voice started laughing in her mind.
...to be continued
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