AN: Thank you all very much for the kind words. Also special thanks to my dear sweet brown eyed Brit who puts up with my atrocious American spelling and my moods. I love you woman.
THE PAMPHLET
Chapter Ten
Procreation
Several months later...
It was very early in the morning that found the two witches snuggled tightly together. Arms and legs intertwined, a face buried in thick tangled hair, a gentle hand resting on a rounded breast.
The musky scent of sex hanging thickly in the air.
An elegant aristocratic nose twitched as the scent permeated a sleep addled brain.
A cute button nose scrunched up as a sweetish, tangy aroma brought its owner into consciousness.
A gruff purring sounded from the face buried in thick chestnut tresses. The sound turning to a moan as a small hand squeezed a full, rounded breast.
"You do that again and I will *growl* pounce on you." Came a sleep thickened brogue.
A small sleepy snicker sounded as that tiny hand gave a teasing squeeze. The snicker morphed into a squeal as the young witch found herself abruptly rolled over onto her tummy.
The now familiar weight of her wife pressed her into soft sheets that reeked of sex. Taking a deep breath, Hermione moaned as her body responded to the scent that was undoubtedly the sweet piquant flavour of her wife.
She grinned into her pillow as she felt Minerva's soft nips and kisses to the back of her neck and shoulders.
Pushing up, she felt the curly softness of silver and ebony hairs tickling her bum. An answering thrust against her rear caused a gush of fluid to pool between her thighs.
Hands skimmed over the flesh of her arms and down her flanks as she felt teeth close on the tender skin of her shoulder muscle.
Another moan escaped her kiss swollen lips.
Instinct spurred her to answer her wife's thrust with one of her own.
"You keep doing that and we might as well start working on making a bairn." Came an aroused growl from behind her.
Pressing her bum against her wife's mound, she answered, "Sounds like a plan to me."
Minerva's reply was a short, naughty chuckle, "You ARE quite the tart!"
Hermione felt her wife slowly slide to one side, so turning her head in that direction, she pouted, "Why stop?"
She was horny dammit!
Rolling onto her back, she spread her knees exposing her sex to Minerva's darkening gaze, "I'm YOUR tart." Her eyes closed in delight as she felt kisses against the inside of her knee.
A strong hand pushed one leg a bit wider as the Headmistress stared at the wondrous bit of bushy goodness that was her wife's sex.
A feral snarl rose from the animagus as she leaned in and ran her tongue in a long, luscious lapping lick up the inside of Hermione's creamy thigh.
"Yesss!"
Minerva grinned at her wife's enthusiasm, "Such a Ho..."
A giggle sounded from the young witch, "How do you know what a Ho is?" She quivered as that maddening tongue tickled the crease between her puffy, aroused folds.
Teeth gently nibbled at the flesh of her inner thigh, "You would be surprised at the slang expressions a teacher hears from day to day."
Another long swipe of that talented tongue and Hermione threw her head back moaning, "Oh God woman stop teasing me!"
She howled her delight as her wife's wicked, wicked tongue slid between her folds to dance against her throbbing clit.
Minerva wrapped her arms in a possessive hold over her wife's hips and up her sides. As far as she was concerned, Hermione was hers forever!
Eagerly, she lapped at her wife's dripping sex. Loving her taste, her scent... the way she felt. Loving everything about Hermione...
HER 'mione.
Over and over that amazing tongue slid into her heated centre. With each thrust came the growled declaration, "Mine!... Mine!... MINE!"
As climax after climax washed over her, Hermione screamed, "YOURS!"
Hermione lay on her side watching as Minerva napped beside her. She gave a rueful half smile as she realized that the sorting hat was right.
They did belong together.
Lying beside her was the most amazing witch she'd ever known. So powerful, so brilliant and yet so very vulnerable. A weakness that only Albus Dumbledore and now Hermione had been permitted to see...
Just how tender and gentle Minerva's heart actually was.
How much she fiercely loved her work, her students... the school.
How much of a kind and gentle woman she truly was.
How much she cared.
Some would say that those things were weaknesses but Hermione had been taught otherwise. Taught that caring for something or someone could also be a strength.
That loving could be the most powerful magic of all.
Yes, sometimes it was painful. Sometimes it hurt. But the majority of the time it was the most incredible feeling in the world. And here she was feeling it for this wonderfully enigmatic, fantastically awe-inspiring witch.
A handsome woman in her own right. Yes, she was older. Yes she was scarred and certain things sagged a bit but... Minerva McGonagall was so much more.
She was beauty itself. True beauty... the kind that lit a person from within. The kind that appeared in the most unsuspecting of ways.
In the way a sardonic eyebrow rose at reading a badly written essay.
In the way emerald eyes sparkled at the thought of debating an interesting article with Filius.
In the flash of pride when Gryffindor won at Quidditch.
In the way she looked at Hermione.
It was catching too.
The chocolate eyed witch had a glow all of her own. A glow that illuminated her soul like a beacon. A glow that belonged solely to one person.
Her Tabby.
'Procreation between a same sex couple is for obvious reasons not as simple as in a hetero couple.'
"Well no shit Sherlock!" Hermione snarled as she held the Pamphlet.
"I did not write this... this literature. I merely recite it." The book sniffed indignantly.
"Whatever..." The young witch spat.
'The most common method used comes in the form of a fertility potion. You will find that most of the older wizarding families will have such a potion in their stores.'
Hermione looked over at her wife. The latter was sitting at her desk reading a parchment delivered during dinner. It was from Kingsley Shacklebolt.
Occasionally Minerva would let out a snort of laughter as she read the Minister's lamentations.
Mostly from the backlash over the marriage law.
So much so that an addendum had been hastily enacted that provided a release for couples who found that they just simply could not live together without trying to kill each other.
Once they had produced the required child, then they were free to dissolve their union provided that they made responsible decisions regarding the welfare and upbringing of their offspring.
This had proved quite wise in the case of Daphne Greengrass and Blaise Zabini. The two young people found that they simply could not co-habitate without one of the them drawing their wand against the other.
The hostilities had increased tenfold with Daphne's pregnancy.
It seemed that the only thing the couple could manage well enough was creating a baby.
"Minerva?"
The older witch looked up at her wife. Emerald eyes warmed as she responded, "Yes love?"
Chocolate eyes crinkled with mirth at her wife's endearment, "Does your family have a fertility potion?"
The witch nodded, "Aye. Been in the family for nearly five centuries."
Hermione nodded towards the parchment, "That's good. What are you reading?"
"A letter from Kingsley."
Seeing Hermione's expression darken, she added, "Och, it's not so bad. Seems as though the law has had a few modifications added to it."
"Oh?"
Minerva nodded, "Aye. Apparently some of the more hastily wed couples are finding just how incompatible they truly are."
Hermione snickered as she thought back to an incident that she and Minerva had observed in Diagon Alley a few days prior. The two witches had been coming out of Flouish & Blotts when they'd observed a heated argument between Ronald Weasley and a very pregnant Lavender.
She'd also heard through the grapevine that Harry & Ginny were attending marriage counselling. Apparently the boy-who-lived was turning out to be the man-who-was-a-shitty-husband.
Minerva glanced at the young woman, "Does 'IT' have anything useful to say this day?"
"Minerva McGonagall! I truly resent being referred to as an 'IT'!"
"You are not a person are you?"
"Well not exactly no... but..."
"Then you are an IT!"
"Oh bugger your logic!"
The following morning found Minerva and Hermione sitting at breakfast with the staff. The Headmistress had just waved her wand causing food to appear on all four house tables as well as the staff one.
"I love how you do that." Hermione whispered patting her wife's thigh. She was seated to the right of her wife at the head table.
It had been decided that the spouses of the staff could sit next to their mate at the head table during meal times as a show of unity and obedience of the law.
No hanky panky though as Ro and Henny found out after a particularly sharp stinging hex was shot their way by Flitwick.
Pomona Sprout, who was reading the Daily Prophet, suddenly blurted, "George and Angelina Weasley celebrated the birth of their son!"
There were many ooohs and aaaahhs until Pomona was asked what they had named the boy.
"Oh it says they named him Reeces."
No one could understand why Hermione laughed herself stupid.
'There are several methods available to a same sex couple who wish to produce a child. Obviously most of these methods are easier for lesbian couples as woman have all of the baby making apparatus already in place.'
Hermione raised a dark eyebrow, "Apparatus? Is that your way of saying uterus?"
"Ahem.. Hem."
The young witch shook her head, "Never mind... continue."
'One method of conceiving involves the Engorgio Charm and a fertility potion.'
The pamphlet produced a yellow light to highlight the inferred procedure. Hermione read the information. Both eyebrows raising in surprise, "What crazy person thought that one up?"
Ignoring her, the Pamphlet continued...
'Another method is more commonly used among witches and wizards who specialize in Transfiguration, is known as the 'Morphing Method'.'
Another paragraph was highlighted. As Hermione read the information, she began to realize that this particular method just might be the way she and Minerva could make a baby.
After all, wasn't Minerva McGonagall the pre-eminent Transfigurationist in all of Britain?
She would have to ask her wife.
"You want me to what?" A bellowed question rattled the glass in the window panes of their quarters.
"Grow a penis."
"I cannot bloody grow a penis!"
Hermione smiled knowingly. Holding up a Transfiguration text that she'd found in the restricted section of the library, she answered with a smirk, "Oh yes you can."
Minerva plucked the book out of her wife's hands, "The Rooster Within. How to make your inner cock crow?" Emerald eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, "Where did you find this?"
A cheeky grin flashed her way, "In the very restricted section of the restricted section of the library. Really m'dear you need to work on those wards a bit better."
"That section is very restricted!"
Hermione patted her wife's hand, "Just read it dear."
"Oh."
"My."
"Word."
The Headmistress pushed the book away from her. She was flabbergasted, "Oh how can I..." She shook her head, "I never..."
Sighing she pulled the book back and continued reading, "Oh. My. Word."
The portraits in the office of the Head of Hogwarts craned their necks to see just what is was that had Minerva so... so..
Twitterpaited?
"What are you reading Tabby?" Albus inquired, using his best soothing voice.
"Hermione asked me to read this." The elder witch replied without thinking.
"Read what?" He wheedled.
"The Rooster Within." Came the short, clipped reply as the witch turned a page.
It was fascinating reading.
Really.
She knew the basic transfiguration spell, it was the enunciation that was causing the problem. Frowning, she muttered, "How does one say, "Ineedapenis Immediatis and keep a straight face?"
Severus Snape's portrait smirked as he looked down his nose and sneered, "Easy, ask Albus what he would do when out looking for a good time?"
Snickers and twitters echoed throughout the office. Every portrait was laughing except one.
A very red faced Albus Dumbledore.
How on earth did Severus know that?
"Ineedapenis Immediatis!"
"IneedAPENIS IMMEdiatis!"
"INEEDAPENIS IMMEDIATIS DAMMIT!"
"Why do you keep screaming that you need a penis immediately?" Hermione asked as she poked her head into the en-suite.
She spied her wife standing stark naked in front of the full length mirror next to the vanity.
There was something odd sprouting up from the wispy ebony and silver curls of her wife's sex.
"What is that?" She asked walking over for a closer look.
Minerva turned her back to her wife, "Never mind."
"Let me see!"
"No!"
Frowning, Hermione grabbed a hand towel, rolled it up tight and let 'er rip.
THWAAAAACK!
The towel smacked against the muscular cheek of Minerva's butt, "OWWW!"
Spinning around, the older witch inadvertently gave her young wife a full view of what she'd been experimenting with.
Amid the soft curls of her mound there proudly stood a two inch erect penis.
"Um Min?"
"Whut?"
"You have a teeny weenie."
Silence.
Chocolate eyes focussed on her very red faced wife, "Min?"
Silence.
"Min?"
"I am leaving now." The Headmistress proclaimed as she strode out of the en-suite with as much dignity as a naked witch with a teeny weenie could muster.
Never mind the fact that she was marching towards the door without a stitch of clothing on.
"When did you become a nudist?"
*Growl*
'The third way to conception is by using the donor method. Where you ask a wizard to donate his sperm.'
Hermione looked up with an expression of utter disgust, "Ewwwww!"
Visions of a child with curly black hair, round spectacles and a lightening bolt scar appeared in her head. This was immediately followed by a vision of a red haired child with a familiar temper screaming at the top of its lungs, "Ineedapenis!"
"Ewwwww!"
"Ineedapenis Imeeeediatis!"
Hermione turned her head towards the en-suite as a moment of silence ensued. Then suddenly she heard...
"Yeeeee Haaaaaa!"
Jumping up from the sofa, dropping the Pamphlet to the floor, the young witch sprinted into the en-suite.
"Such disrespect." The book grumbled.
"Min?" Hermione asked as she peeked around the door. Minerva was standing with her back to her. The older witch was wearing her dark navy bathrobe.
"Are you ok?" The young witch asked as she stepped into the room.
Hearing an amused chuckle, she watched as her wife turned around.
Chocolate eyes bugged widely as she saw her wife standing with her hands on her hips.
The robe was open exposing Minerva's naked flesh to the startled gaze of her young love.
Not only were full round breasts standing quite proudly on the older witch's chest, but a little bit lower there now stood eight inches of semi-erect penis.
Complete with accessories.
"Oh my..." Hermione whispered, eyes darkening as she watched the rod attached to Minerva's groin bob up and down as the witch proudly strutted over to her wife.
"What do ya think of them apples!" The Headmistress proudly proclaimed thrusting her hips a bit.
She was jolted from her proud stance as a small hand reached out and gently cupped her testicles, "Erm..."
Hermione grinned as she watched the half mast penis rise to full rigidness in a matter of seconds. Gently caressing Minerva's soft sac, she murmured, "Hold that thought."
With a wave of her wand and a muttered, "Divesto!" She grabbed her wife by the penis and pulled her into the bedroom, "We've got a bairn to make!"
The sheer lustiness of the enormous grin on Minerva McGonagall's face was more than enough to cause the juices to flow. Hermione dove onto the bed with an enormous grin of her own.
"C'mere you sexy beast!"
-to be continued
AN: Y'all know whut happened after that... ;D