AN: Thanks for all the nice words. You guys are awesome. Thanks Butterfly for letting me throw ideas at you... Hope I didn't hit anything vital... ;D
PAINT PARTY PART III
Arthur Weasley gazed around at the elegant splendour that was the guest room he and Molly currently occupied. This was the first time Minerva had ever extended an invitation for an overnight stay at the manor. He knew it was Hermione he had to thank though. He grinned thinking how the lovely young witch had Minerva's tail wrapped right around her little finger. He whole heartedly approved of the match between the two witches. Both were brilliant, staggeringly so. Both were awesomely powerful. Though Hermione had yet to realize her full potential. With Minerva's guidance, he saw Hermione accomplishing great things. The least of which was providing Minerva with heirs to the McGonagall fortune. He snickered at the thought of Minerva McGonagall changing dirty diapers. He also saw the changes Hermione had wrought in Minerva already. The older witch seemed warmer, less distant. More easily approachable. She was more apt to smile and there was a slight spring to her step. He supposed that with a gorgeous witch like Hermione to snuggle up to he'd have a spring in his step too. Not that Molly wasn't nice and curvy herself... It was quite obvious that Minerva deeply loved the young witch. That much was certain. Minerva showed a very human side when she interacted with Hermione. She was gentle, tender, reverent and very loving with her younger partner. She listened to Hermione when she spoke, she didn't just wave away conversations like he had been guilty of with Molly. Oh, he loved Molly with his whole heart. She just got on his nerves sometimes.
The woman in question chose that moment to enter the bedroom from the well-appointed ensuite that adjoined every guest bedroom at the manor. She was vigorously toweling her thick red hair dry and muttering, "I know she acted all innocent, but I know Minerva McGonagall dropped Dragon Dung on my head!" Arthur grinned to himself, his back was turned to his wife so she couldn't see his humor at the situation. Molly saw his shoulders shaking, "Are you laughing at me?" She was indignant. Arthur turned to face his wife, carefully wiping the amused expression from his face. "If she did, you deserved it." Molly huffed, knowing he was right.
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Hermione Granger stood under the spray of the shower. It had been quite a stressful day, especially for Minerva. The one good thing that had come out of it so far, was the fact that her mother had accepted the relationship she shared with the older witch. She had even given her blessing for them to be married. Hermione closed her eyes recalling the joy she felt being embraced by both her mother and her lover.
She suddenly felt a bit of a draft. The shower door opened and her lover stepped inside. "You don't mind do you?" She heard the deep rumble next to her ear as she felt the older witch press against her body from behind. Strong, but gentle hands slid up her belly to cup her ample breasts. She felt hot, wet kisses pressed to her neck and shoulders as her nipples were flicked and pinched lightly by nimble, experienced fingers. "Feeling a bit randy are we?" She moaned feeling Minerva grind against her backside. A deep chuckle vibrated against her neck, "Just a wee bit." Came the amused reply. The young witch loved the way Minerva's voice deepened when she was aroused. She reached her hands behind her, feeling the soft wet skin pressing against her. She gripped Minerva's softly curved hips and pulled her even tighter. Hermione had a sense that Minerva was feeling a bit off balance emotionally and needed the reassurance of her touch. She was more than happy to oblige.
The elegant fingers slowly meandered down Hermione's body. Gliding over her flat stomach, down to circle a finger around her belly button. Kisses, rising in their urgency were pressed to her shoulder. Hermione gasped at the sensations coursing through her. She lay her head back onto Minerva's shoulder, exposing the beautiful expanse of creamy neck to her lover's questing lips. "Ohhhhh." She moaned as she felt the searching fingers tangle in her chestnut curls. A slim finger gently eased between her soft folds finding a different kind of moisture. One that had nothing to do with the water currently dousing them. It was silky and rich. Spreading itself liberally down the young witch's inner thigh. Minerva's caressing finger found it's way to circle her pearl. Slowly, tantalizingly slow circles. Hermione thrust her sex into Minerva's hand. She felt a smile on her neck, "Bit randy ourselves are we?" Minerva's words vibrated against her neck, adding to her growing pleasure. Exquisite ecstacy. She felt Minerva's finger speed up her caress. Faster, slightly more firm. Hermione could feel her climax building... Minerva used her other hand to gently squeeze Hermione's hardened coral pink nipples. They were like pebbles in their stiffness. Feeling this, Hermione thrust her hips enthusiastically "Ohhh Minnnn." She moaned. "Come for me Kitten..." A sensual whisper, seductive... dragging the young witch into the pleasurable abyss. Hermione came with a scream. A loud one. "UhhhhhhOHHHHH MINNNN!"
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Molly poked her head out of the door. She thought she'd heard a scream? Suddenly, she saw two house elves march by. Well one, a female wearing a tiny tartan dress, was marching. The other, a male, was being dragged by his ear. "Pervy elf! You's just bad! Sneakin' a listen to the Mistress and the Miss having their in-outie in the shower! You's a bad, bad elf!" The poor male whined, "I's not listenin' Livvy. I's not! Izer brings more towels he does!" The female elf just snorted. "Ifs the Mistress needs more towels, she makes 'em!"
Molly smiled as she realized just what she'd heard. Minerva and Hermione were... occupied. Hmmmmm. She turned back into the room closing the door softly. Hearing the shower running, Molly Weasley decided she wanted to be uh... occupied as well. In a lovely, pleasureable way. She dropped her robe on the bed and padded naked to the ensuite and to her husband.
"Molly?"
"Oh... Molly."
"OH GAWD! MOLLLLLIIIEEE!"
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Hermione gasped, trying to catch her breath and not fall to the floor of the shower. Her legs felt like jelly. Minerva always did that to her. She felt strong arms wrap around her, holding her lovingly. "I love you soooo much you randy witch." The younger witch gasped. A soft kiss was pressed to the back of her neck, "And I love you my darling."
Hermione took a deep breath, feeling that she, once again, had her legs. Straightening, she turned in her lover's arms and looked at her love. Really looked. Minerva McGonagall at any other time was just fabulous to look at. Completely naked she was stunning. Absolutely stunning. Hermione's chocolate brown eyes feasted on well-toned muscle and contrasting soft curves. Minerva's body was almost a contridiction. Powerfully defined shoulders, arms and legs. Long sleek legs that felt just divine when wrapped around her body. Silky smooth skin. Tight, packed abdominals on a flat stomach. Feminine hips. Beautiful, full breasts currently capped with hardened rose colored nubs. An ebony triangle of soft curls at the apex of her thighs. Hermione knelt before her love and gently rubbed her cheek against those curls. "Oh what you do to me." She whispered, kissing those same curls. She felt strong fingers tugging at her wet mane. She glanced up into blackening emerald pools of lust. Hermione felt that hot, primative urgency well up deep inside her sex. "I want you." She whispered kissing Minerva's mound.
Hermione's mind was generating all sorts of sexual scenarios. One in particular came to mind. "Accio Minerva's Wand." She whispered. The long dark wand floated into the shower. Minerva reached out and grabbed it. She gazed inquiringly at her young love. Hermione's chocolate eyes darkened to almost pure black. "Do it." She ordered knowing Minerva knew exactly what she was talking about. Realization dawned on the older woman's face, "Oh...uh Engorgio Clitorio!" She grimaced as that split second of pain raced through her body. Then she drew a deep breath...
Hermione gazed at Minerva's enlarged pearl. There was one thing she had always wanted to do to Minerva that she hadn't yet done. Now was the time. "Hold onto to something." She whispered seductively as she faced Minerva's sex. The older witch's eyes widened as she realized what Hermione was planning. "Oh... Hermmmm" She didn't get to finish as she felt Hermione's velvety tongue stroke up the side of her enlarged clitoris. "Ahhhh... Ohhhh." The younger witch gently eased Minerva's elongated pearl into the hot depths of her mouth, sucking softly.
Minerva went wild. "Oh Merlin!" Hermione's head bobbed as she sucked in and out, back and forth. The older witch began to thrust her hips. Hermione pulled away whispering lustfully, "That's it baby... give it to me." Minerva gasped hearing Hermione's vocabulary. It drove her mad with want. She thrust her hips as her lover resumed her ministrations.
Hermione reached behind Minerva and grasped her backside. Holding onto the compact, muscular rear end. Feeling the muscles move as Minerva continued to thrust. She squeezed, causing a deep, rumbling moan to escape her lover's lips. "I'm not going to last!" The older witch moaned loving the delicious sensations ripping through her body. Hermione didn't respond as her mouth was quite occupied. Instead, she brought one hand slowly around Minerva's hip. Sliding sensously down between her lover's legs. Minerva was drenched with the essense of her arousal. Hermione slowly slid her fingers through it, caressing Minerva's ready entrance. After a moment or two, she slid two fingers inside the older witch and began pumping. Slowly, building speed. Seeing Minerva's stomach muscles tighten and quiver...
"AHHHHHHHH MERLIN!" Minerva wailed, climaxing so hard she saw stars.
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Albus placed his napkin beside his empty plate. "Dinner was delicious." He praised. Minerva nodded in agreement as Izer and Livvy blushed at the compliments. They had been standing quietly off to the side, ready to attend to whatever was needed.
Jean smiled warmly at the tiny creatures. It had been shocking encountering what she'd only heard about from her youngest daughter, but enlightening as well. The more she learned about the wizarding world, the more she came to realize that the people populating it were no different from those who populated her's. Yes, there was magic, but aside from that, the personal interactions were basically the same. Proving the adage that people were people no matter where you went.
Dawn took a sip from her pumpkin juice, "This stuff really grows on you." She commented. Hermione laughed, along with Harry. Both of them having grown up in the muggle world. Harry grinned, "I know what you mean. I couldn't believe it the first time it appeared in front of me in the great hall." Nodding Hermione added, "I mean really? A juice made from pumpkins? In my world, pumpkins were something you carved on Halloween and sometimes made a pie out of." Albus laughed, along with Arthur. Molly smiled, eyeing Minerva at the other end of the table. The older witch hadn't really said too much to her... yet.
Ron finally placed his napkin beside his plate and looked up to see everyone watching him. "What?" Dawn giggled, "Just waiting to see if you start eating the china!" He looked down at his empty plate and blushed. Then an idea hit. Picking up his tea saucer, he sniffed it and made as if to take a bite.
"Hey! That's my good china!" Minerva admonished. Hermione threw her head back and laughed at her love. Everyone else joined in good naturedly. Minerva, realizing the joke, promptly threw a muffin at Hermione. "Oy!" The young witch picked it off her lap and tossed it back. It disappered in mid air.
"We's not throws food!" Came Livvy's scold. Minerva grinned mischieviously saying, "Livvy?" The female elf moved to her Mistress' side, "Yes Mistress?" Minerva silently held out her hand... waiting. The little elf bowed her head and placed the muffin in Minerva's hand. "Thank you." The tiny elf nodded and stepped back. Giving Hermione a wink, Minerva promptly threw it at Albus.
"Hey!" The older wizard complained pulling exploded muffin out of his beard. Minerva had a wicked arm. He saw that everyone was laughing at him. "You are a bad witch!" He grumbled reaching for another muffin. As he made to throw it, he noticed that Minerva had disappeared.
Jean Granger was sitting with her mouth hanging open and her eyes as big as saucers. For sitting in her lap was a familiar silver gray tabby with black stripes and spectacle-like markings around her eyes. The cat leaned up and gently licked Jean's cheek before daintily stepping onto the table and heading towards Albus. She stopped in front of Molly Weasley. Sitting down and wrapping her long tail around her body, the cat stared up at the red haired woman. Hermione smiled knowing that Minerva planned to forgive Molly. She just wasn't sure how she was going to do it.
"Meorrrl." The cat leaned close to Molly. "Rowl?" Molly looked over to Hermione for help. "She wants you to lean closer." The young witch instructed. Dawn leaned over to whisper to her mother, "Hermione speaks cat." Jean was astounded.
Molly did as instructed, closing her eyes and hoping Minerva didn't scratch her to pieces. That did not happen. The Weasley matriarch felt velvet soft fur and whiskers rubbing against her face. Minerva was nuzzling her and purring. "Meeerroowwl." The cat said. Hermione smiled, "Forgiven." Molly felt great tears roll down her cheeks. The cat looked up at her and she could've sworn she saw a tiny cat grin. Reaching up, the cat gently tapped her paw to Molly's nose then moved to Albus and proceeded to help him pick muffin out of his beard.
"You are so awesome." Dawn commented watching her new big sister. The tabby gently pulled the last crumb from her best friend's long beard and dropped it on his plate. Giving Albus a playful cuff, she turned and trotted back to her seat. Moments later Minerva McGonagall was regally sitting at the head of the table.
"Jeez Stick, that's just too cool!" Minerva grinned at her "little sister" and winked knowingly. Hermione reached for her love's strong hand. "That was perfect." She whispered so only Minerva could hear.
Dawn leaned back, there was an impish expression on her cute face. "Aside from sex, what do you do for entertainment around here?" Jean's face blanched, "Young lady!" Minerva shook her head. A small smile decorating her lovely face. Hermione shot her sister a dark look. Albus snickered under his beard earning a narrow stare from his best friend. Hermione leaned close to her lover and whispered something in her ear. Minerva nodded, "I do." Hermione grinned happily, "How about we retire to the ball room for some music?" Dawn perked right up, "Yeah? Like dancing and stuff?" She was thinking of all the latest moves she could impress her sister with. In past years, the sisters had spent many an evening listening to music and learning the latest dances. She missed that. Now a chance to do it again was just too good to pass up. Besides, she couldn't wait to see Minerva McGonagall on the dance floor!
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The Grand Ball Room of McGonagall Manor was just that. Grand in every way. About half the size of the Great Hall in Hogwarts with solid mahogany double doors at it's entrance. The hardwood floor was fashioned of polished Egyptian Ebony. Dark and grainy and quite striking. The walls consisted of natural marble with gold inlay and borders running from the floor to shoulder high. From there oak paneling with small rectangular shaped mirrors imbedded in it trailed to the two story ceiling. Massive floor to ceiling windows, three on one side and three on the other brightened the room during the day. The glass in the windows was frosted for privacy at night. The centerpiece of the beautiful room was the huge chandelier in the center.
Standing sentinel, the crystalline work of art, a symbol of bygone days when this room hosted lavish parties and festive galas. When the McGonagall family was alive and vibrant. When times were not so grim. A happier time. A carefree time. Before Grindelwald, before Voldemorte. Before, one by one the McGonagall family fell by the wayside. Till at last there was but one remaining. One candle still burned in the otherwise darkened night. That one flame stood in the center of the room gazing up at the crystal chandelier. As of late, the flame burned just a bit brighter. The reason for that brightness came to stand beside the last McGonagall.
Hermione gazed awestruck at the spendour of this amazing room. She could feel the grandeur of bygone days, almost sense the past events that took place in this gorgeous room. Taking the strong hand of her fiance, she looked into saddened emerald eyes. Eyes that reflected the knowledge that yes, Minerva McGonagall was indeed the last of a proud line.
But not for long.
Hermione Granger was going to change all of that. The young witch cast a knowing smile at her love. Like the last item in Pandora's Box, Hermione was hope.
Their silent musings were interupted by a young voice exclaiming, "Wow! You really got it goin' on!" Dawn Granger marched into the center of the room. "Whew! This is awesome!" The young woman glanced at her sister and her sister-to-be. They seemed to be locked in some sort of silent communication. It felt almost sad and hopeful at the same time. She knew she needed to lighten the mood. Turning to Ron, she asked, "You remembered to bring it?" The tall red haired young man nodded and reached in his pocket. Pulling out a tiny item he'd shrunk earlier that morning. Placing it on the floor, he waved his wand and instantly a huge muggle boom box appeared. Dawn's light brown eyes scanned the room for... "Hey Stick do you have a plug?"
Minerva pulled herself back to the here and now. Rolling her eyes, she looked to her future little sister. "This room is magical. You don't need electricity." With that, she waved her wand and Dawn's boom box started blasting static... loudly.
"Turn that down girl!" Jean Granger stepped over to her daughter's electronic menace. She turned the volume way down. "Sorry Minerva." The older witch smiled her appreciation. Waving her wand at a cabinet in the corner, the doors opened to reveal a collection of albums, tapes, CD's and other unidentified items. Some muggle in appearance, others were not. Hermione, Dawn and Ginny wandered over to the cabinet gasping.
"Wow! She's got MB20?"
"Elvis?"
"Oh my God... Guns and Roses?"
"The Weird Sisters?"
"Madonna and Brittany Spears... are you kidding?"
Hermione glanced in awe at her partner. "How do you have all this amazing music?" Minerva smiled, "The cabinet is magical. It senses what you like and produces it." Jean grinned and strode over to the young women, "So if I wanted say... Frank Sinatra?" There on the shelf appeared a Frank Sinatra CD. His greatest hits. "Oh God this is so amazing!" The muggle woman exclaimed in delight. She closed her eyes thinking of what she'd like to hear. There on the shelf, a CD appeared. Grabbing it, she handed it to Dawn and said, "Put that in your boom box." Dawn looked down at the plastic square her mother had handed her, "Oh Mum! Disco Music of the Seventies?" Jean frowned, then leaned over and whispered, "If you're going to get Minerva to dance, it'll be to something like this. Trust me." She gave Hermione a wink. Dawn gazed at her mother in wonder. Sometimes mum's were just way too cool.
Dawn trotted over to her boom box and inserted the CD...
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Rolanda Hooch stepped off her broom and carefully placed it in the broom niche beside the front entrance of McGonagall Manor. Knocking firmly, she waited listening. She could hear faint music. At that moment the door swung open and standing before her was an elf. "Hello. Welcomes to McGonagall Manor." Hooch narrowed her hawk-like eyes. She recognized this elf. "Haven't I seen you before?" The little elf nodded and grinned, "I's Izer. I's works for Mistress McGonagall." Rolanda removed her flying gloves and ran a hand through her spikey silver hair, "May I come in?" Izer snapped to, "Oh yes please. May I announce you?" Laughing, Rolanda said, "I need no announcing darling." With that she entered the manor and headed straight for where the music was coming from. "What is going on here?" She asked herself opening the door...
There twirling round and round was Albus Dumbledore.
Dancing.
To the music of the Village People.
"Oh. My. God."
Hooch took in the scene as the beat to "Macho Man" played in the background. Dumbledore, purple robes swaying was doing.. something, maybe a two step? Harry Potter was shaking his booty with Ginny Weasley coaching him. A pretty young girl with close cropped wavy brown hair was standing with her arms around Ronald Weasley showing him how to move his feet. A tall, handsome woman with light, shoulder length brown hair was standing on one side of Minerva, while Hermione Granger stood on the other. They were showing the older witch some kind of step. Over in the corner Arthur and Molly Weasley were swaying to their own beat.
Minerva looked up and saw her friend standing in the doorway. Jaw nearly on the floor. "Rolanda!" Hermione's chocolate brown eyes fastened on the striking woman standing in the doorway as well. Hooch made her way towards them, carefully avoiding Albus's swinging arms.. what was that man doing anyway? "I see I'm right on time for the party." She commented taking in the appearance of the older woman standing beside her friend. Minerva smirked, noticing Hooch's reaction. So did Hermione. "Madame Hooch?" Hermione reached out to Rolanda, pulling her into a friendly hug. Grinning, Hooch returned the gesture whispering to Hermione, "Who is that stunning creature standing beside Minerva?" Hermione threw her head back and laughed, "Rolanda Hooch, may I present my mother... Jean Granger." The flying instructor's mouth once again fell open, "Duh.. duh.." Minerva snickered at her friend's fumbling. Turning to Jean, she said, "Mrs. Granger..." Jean immediately shook her head, "Please Minerva, call me Jean." The older witch nodded smiling brightly. Jean reached an extended hand across Minerva to Hooch saying, "I'm very pleased to meet you." She was fascinated by the woman's yellow hawk-like eyes. Quite striking in fact.
Dumbledore suddenly had an epiphany. "Ohhh, this is going to be good." He trotted over to the music cabinet and whispered, "The Lover's Dance". Appearing on the shelf was a small square of plastic. A CD. He picked it up and strode to where Dawn and Ron were cuddling more than dancing. Clearing his throat, he said, "Might I trouble you to play this one?" Dawn smiled, "Sure Santa, what 'cha got?" He handed the CD to Dawn. Ron read it over his girlfriend's shoulder, "The Lover's Dance?" Albus inclined his head in the direction of Minerva and Hermione, "For them." Ron smiled warmly. Dawn was mystified, "What's the Lover's Dance?" Albus smiled at the enthusiastic young lady, "A traditional song played just for lovers. It's very good luck to dance to it. Quite bad luck not to." He tugged on his beard, "In the old days it was a means of identifying couples so there were no misunderstandings... if you know what I mean?" Dawn grinned, liking the idea, "So only lovers can dance to this?" Albus nodded. Sighing, she looked up at Ron, "Well Red, I guess that leaves us out." She shot a saucy wink at him and added, "For now." Ronald Weasley blushed a glowing tomato red.
Minerva and Hermione stood together near the door watching the interaction between Jean Granger and Rolanda Hooch. With a raised eyebrow, Minerva asked, "Has your mother ever shown any lesbian tendancies?" Hermione shook her head, "Not to my knowledge... though that doesn't mean anything. I'd be the last person she'd display that to..." She trailed off thinking, "Well maybe my dad." Minerva nodded, a knowing smile gracing her lovely face. The interaction between Rolanda and Jean was an interesting turn of events... to say the least.
Suddenly the lilting sounds of the age-old "Lover's Dance" song wafted through the room. Gentle, ethereal yet compelling music that touched the soul made it's way to every ear in the manor. Izer and Livvy suddenly appeared in the center of the ballroom and started to dance. Molly and Arthur found each themselves tightly embraced in each other's arms. Swaying slowly to the beautiful, heart-rending sounds.
Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley stepped into each other's arms causing a bit of exclaimation from her parents and brother. "I think I'm going to be hexed after this." He whispered, pulling the lovely red head close. Ginny grinned, "They'll have to go through me first." She pressed her lips to his. Harry responded by wrapping her tighter in his arms. Oh, how he loved her!
There was movement by the doors. The other couples looked over to see Hermione move into Minerva's arms. The older witch pulled the younger woman close as they swayed in perfect time with the music and each other. The two witches seemed to float across the floor in their graceful ballet. They moved together like they'd been dancing this dance forever. It was poetry in motion and it was beautiful.
Minerva and Hermione gazed into each other's eyes locking out the rest of the world. Their love swelled and flowed through them like the tide. Crashing and ebbing, deepening, connecting. Hermione reached up and released Minerva's silky ebony tresses from their prison of pins. Her hair fell in a black wave of gleaming strands that Hermione could not resist running her fingers through. Minerva lay her hand on her young love's soft cheek. "I love you." They both whispered together, loud enough though for the others to hear.
Albus Dumbledore congratulated himself on his idea of this particular piece of music. There were so many little subplots floating around the room. The matchmaker in him felt absolutely giddy. He focused on a surprising turnabout as he glanced over to see...
Jean Granger had tears rolling down her cheeks. Then she felt a soft hand wiping them away. She gazed into the fascinating yellow eyes of Rolanda Hooch to see... understanding. "It truely is a lovely thing to witness." The silver haired witch whispered. She pulled the muggle woman into a warm embrace.
Dawn stared at her sister and her fiance in awe. She could see their love. She could see it! It was something tangible. You could reach out and touch it. It was powerful. She felt Ron's arms wrap around her. "Amazing isn't it?" He asked nuzzling her neck. "It's infectious." She replied looking around the room. Her gaze resting on her mother and Rolanda Hooch.
"Totally infectious."
-to be continued
AN: Y'all behave yourselves and no flames.
