A/N: The last chapter! It is not Epilogue-compliant with the last Harry Potter book or movie.

A/N, too: Thank you for joining me on this journey. I hope you enjoyed it!

Epilogue

February 2008

Checking the time, Hermione smiles. She has just finished writing her report on how to better integrate the various departments within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Sending it on its way to Kingsley, Hermione hurries to leave. She has a very special date.

She never imagined how fulfilling working at the Department could be. Kingsley pursued her for years, at first for her forgiveness and later to work for him. He has turned into a wise, fair leader. Even Minerva grudgingly has admitted to as much.

Before working for Kingsley, Hermione returned to Hogwarts to study for her N.E.W.T.s. She had needed the time to decompress after the war and reclaim the year she'd missed while on the run with Harry and Ron. The castle accommodated them by adding a secret passageway between the Gryffindor prefect bedroom, where Hermione lived, and the Headmistress's private rooms. Hermione was able to spend time with Ginny and other classmates but still see Minerva outside of class. It took some time to convince Minerva this was the best way to proceed, keeping their relationship hidden while Hermione finished her studies. Surprisingly, it was Snape's intervention which swayed Minerva's stubborn insistence that they not hide their love and defused her Scottish temper. Minerva never has revealed to Hermione the exact contents of that conversation, but Hermione remains grateful he succeeded in influencing Minerva's perspective.

Of course, once she passed her N.E.W.T.s with flying colors and graduated with high honors from Hogwarts, all bets were off. As the years have passed, Hermione has fallen deeper in love with the beguiling witch. She needs only peer into luminescent emerald eyes to see her life, their lives, full of passion, love, and companionship.

And tonight is the anniversary of the first time they made love in the dreamscape.

As soon as she steps out of the floo, long arms pull her in for a thorough kiss. "Mmm, I love you," Hermione murmurs against smiling lips.

"I love you, Hermione. You make me so happy." Hermione smiles widely at Minerva's heartfelt words.

They eat at an intimate, cozy pub filled with dark wooden tables, wine-colored leather booths, and flickering hurricane lamps, taking their time and flirting outrageously while sitting near a roaring fire. Once they return home, they undress and slide under the covers. Eyes on each other, two soft voices utter simultaneously, " Insomnius inconnivus Minerva McGonagall" and " Insomnius inconnivus Hermione McGonagall" while waving their wands. Sharing a smile, they close their eyes and fall asleep.

Over the years they have visited the dreamscape not just as a celebration of the bond they created while meeting there, but also to experiment. They have stretched the boundaries of imagination, creativity, and magic through such meetings. Hermione smiles. And they've learned about themselves and each other in this special place, this placed created by their minds.

Walking into the sitting room, Hermione smiles softly, noticing the differences between this room and the one located in their home. As on the day they first made love, a large four-poster canopy bed is positioned in the corner of the room. Smiling with anticipation, Hermione envisions the slinky midnight-blue negligée she wore that night and sighs with satisfaction as she rests on the leather sofa. She has every intention of recreating their first time together, only with some enhancements. Hearing Minerva's quick strides, Hermione is not disappointed by her wife's reaction.

Minerva pulls her off the sofa and into her arms, kissing her hungrily in just the way Hermione loves. Hands roam freely, mapping every inch with increasing fervor. With a thought, Hermione removes Minerva's clothing, gasping when the favor is returned. The kiss breaks and they grin at each other.

"When I saw you in that provocative negligée for the first time," Minerva says, her Scottish lilt caressing Hermione's ears as they move toward the bed, "I knew I wouldn't be able to say no to you." She smirks and continues as she pulls aside the comforter and lowers Hermione on the bed. "You had that look in your eyes, such determination to make me yours. You overcame my half-hearted protests quite easily."

"I refused to wait any longer. I needed you, still need you. You are the love of my life," Hermione whispers as tears burn behind her eyes. Sighing as Minerva's body sinks into hers, Hermione holds the older woman tightly.

"Aye, and you are mine, mo Gràdh. Never doubt that," Minerva answers solemnly.

"Mmm, then I think you will just have to let me have my way with you," Hermione purrs, flipping Minerva onto her back and latching onto a hardened nipple vigorously, chuckling around it at the undignified squeak Minerva makes. After ten years, Hermione is well-acquainted with Minerva's irresistible body, and she intends to do everything in her power to satisfy her. She takes her time, tasting every inch of Minerva's heaving chest, taking extra care to lavish her breasts with affection until the older witch is mewling and writhing beneath her, begging for release. Only then does Hermione slither down Minerva's lithe body and settle between quickly spread legs.

"Oh, Hermione!" Minerva cries in response to the long lick Hermione delivers, traveling a path from Minerva's weeping channel to her pulsing clit. Hermione pins down gyrating hips and continues her loving assault, delivering several long licks before sucking on the swollen labia. Minerva's groans and whimpers spur Hermione's actions, and she focuses on how she can better make love to Minerva. She thinks about how much she wants to kiss her wife, how she wants to possess her, stimulate her, and please her. Rearing up she captures Minerva's mouth, twining their tongues together while positioning herself between legs that wrap around her waist.

"Wha—" Minerva starts, trying to see between their bodies.

"Trust me," Hermione breathes, tilting her hips and entering Minerva just barely. As she pulls out and pushes in once more, she feels the exquisite sensation of strong inner muscles pulling her further inside Minerva's body. After several more strokes, pushing deeper each time, she feels lips surround her breast just as she is fills Minerva completely. "Oh, Minerva! You feel incredible!"

"How, how are you doing this?" Minerva exclaims, her neck arching as her nails scrabble down Hermione's back, the slight pain exciting Hermione even more.

"I imagined it," Hermione pants before focusing on one more way she plans to please Minerva.

"OH, HERMIONE!" Minerva screams, her hips jerking forcefully in response to the new stimuli.

"Does that feel good?" Hermione croons as she begins thrusting more forcefully, swiveling her hips each time she plunges into Minerva's welcoming heat. The sensations are addictive, and she feels a carnal drive to push harder and faster, each thrust drawing out a moan or whimper until they become connected into a constant, breathless wailing. Each time their bodies draw together, she leans forward before withdrawing, eliciting louder and louder cries. She experiments with the angle and pressure of her body, wanting to draw out the pleasure. She can feel Minerva's body trembling under her, the inner muscles sucking Hermione in and holding on to her added appendage tightly, causing a delicious friction each time she pulls out. Ducking her head, Hermione sucks strongly on a hardened nub, lashing it with her tongue as her thrusts become uncoordinated. She can feel how close Minerva is, and her passion is pulling Hermione with her toward completion.

Purple light blankets them, just as when they first made love fifteen years ago. Hermione feels lit from inside, and every part of her is connected to Minerva. Their eyes lock, and Hermione's body begins to shake as their souls embrace.

Slamming into Minerva with abandon and grinding against her body deliciously, Hermione succumbs to her body's demands, crying out Minerva's name as she climaxes. She feels Minerva fall with her, and their voices mingle as they ride the waves of ecstasy while holding each other tightly. Tucking her head into the crook of Minerva's damp neck, she licks the salty skin as their rhythm slows down. Rolling her hips, she chases the aftershocks, catching Minerva's soundless cries with her mouth. They kiss while breathing through their noses, tongues rubbing together, increasing their pleasure. As she slows her motions, Hermione braces herself on her forearms and pulls out completely. With a thought the extra appendage disappears, and she presses her body against Minerva's jumping clit lightly, moving her hips in a circular motion and humming in pleasure as she swallows Minerva's resulting gasps. After a few more languid hip rolls, Hermione moves to Minerva's side, her hand cupping Minerva's sex possessively.

"You felt like...it felt as if your lips...and tongue...they were down there," Minerva says breathlessly, a stunned look on her face.

"I know how much you enjoy it when I love you that way, but I also wanted to be inside you and kissing you," Hermione says. Pressing her lips against Minerva's shoulder, she continues. "So, I visualized my mouth just above the...the..."

"The phallus you attached to your body?" Minerva finishes with a quirk of her eyebrow.

"Well, yes. And each time that mouth was close to you, it acted as I would have had my mouth been down there." Hermione finishes. After a pause she asks quietly, "Did you like it?"

Minerva's tender smile and light eyes provide the answer before she says with a pronounced burr, "Oh, yes," holding on to the "s" to emphasize her point. "Now," she says as she rolls on top of Hermione, "I believe it is time for me to use my imagination."

She has always known that Minerva's greatest gift is her powerful mind, and she does not hesitate to submit fully to the thrill of this magnificent woman applying her formidable mental abilities on satisfying Hermione in every way she can imagine. With a joyful laugh, Hermione pulls her raven-haired love in for a lengthy kiss, eager to experience whatever Minerva creates in their dreamscape. Her thoughts fragment, and desire takes over once more, propelled by passion, and love, and the promise that anything is possible, if only the mind can conceive it.

The End.