AN: Hey! Thanks for all the lovely pm's! You guys are awesome! Special hello and welcome to all the sweet readers who've joined the party along the way. I'm tipping my hat to the great Colleen McCulloch in this chapter. See if you can pick out where. ;D
THE TIES THAT BIND
Chapter 21
MATLOCK ISLAND
The Mistress & Lady McGonagall lightly touched down on the colorless weathered planks of an old and frequently patched dock. The morning air was already foretelling a hot and humid day. A salty, briney ocean breeze caressed the witches. Teasingly lifting thick chestnut and silky ebony tresses.
Hermione McGonagall immediately reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out her sunglasses. She noticed her wife doing the same.
"Bit hot here." Minerva muttered as she covered her emerald eyes with dark glasses to cut the glare. The port key, an orange scallop shell, was slipped into the pocket of her white linen trousers.
"G'day Ladies."
Both women turned at the male voice greeting them. Striding up the dock was a rugged looking man wearing khaki shorts with a short sleeve button up shirt. His feet were covered with sturdy hiking boots. Piercing blue eyes gazed curiously from beneath thick bushy dark eyebrows and a darkly tanned face. His hair was close cropped and there was a bit of gray at his temples.
"M'name's Bryan. I'm the caretaker here."
He reached out to shake their hands discovering a soft but firm shake from Hermione and a nearly bone crushing grip from Minerva.
Wincing, he wrung his hand, "You'd be witches I bet."
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, her brows climbing over her sunglasses. That's how he knew, he couldn't see her eyes.
"I'm guessin' you'd be the McGonagalls?" He watched the taller witch step closer to the shorter one and reply, "I am Minerva and this is my wife Hermione."
Bryan nodded, "Ah alright then... gotta short piece to drive. No brooms.. we have muggles on the island too." He noticed both women had shoulder bags and asked, "Bags shrunken then?"
Hermione nodded, "Are you a wizard?"
Bryan grinned, white teeth flashing, "Well sort of.. me mum is a half blood witch. Dad is muggle born. He owns this island. Richard Matlock... Most of the time dad stays in Queensland though ...at his sheep station." He gestured for the witches to follow him to his jeep. "He took one look at Meggie.. that'd be mum.. and fell head over heels. I was born not too long after."
As they approached the green Jeep Cherokee, he waved his wand and the doors opened, "Climb in, I'll take you to your bungalow."
Minerva helped Hermione into the rear seat on the passenger side, then closed the door and walked to the other side of the jeep just as Bryan reached the driver's side. Lowering her glasses, the Headmistress gazed over them into the caretaker's blue eyes with her own intense emerald and said in a low voice, "We would like our privacy please."
Bryan nodded, "That's why people come here. For the privacy. I'll drop you at the path to your bungalow. Every other night at five, I'll come by to check on ya. I'll stop at the end of the drive and honk the horn. I can see the porch from there. Just come out and wave and I'll know you're ok." He paused for a moment thinking of what else they needed to know. Smiling, he added, "Oh yes, the units have electricity with modern muggle appliances. No phones and no floo. Like I said, if you need anything, I'll be by every other day at five." With that, he closed the door for Minerva and hopped into the driver's seat.
The ride was bumpy but not too long as Bryan chatted about the various points of interest on the island. He pointed out where some of the other bungalows were located as well. The newlyweds could clearly see that privacy was strictly adheared to.
At last, Bryan pulled the jeep to a stop, "Here it is. Just follow the path. It leads straight to your place. The cooler is fully stocked as is the pantry. Remember, if you need anything, I'll be by tomorrow at five and after that every other day."
Minerva nodded politely as Hermione said, "Thank you Bryan."
With a bright smile, the caretaker drove off leaving the ladies standing on the gravel path that led to their bungalow.
Hermione pulled her sunglasses down to the edge of her nose and peeked up at her wife, flashing those warm chocolate eyes, "Alone at last."
Minerva looked down at her wife, also peering over her sunglasses. Loving brown meeting passionate green. The older witch suddenly raised an eyebrow and grinned mischieviously, "Indeed." She reached down and swept Hermione up into her arms and started down the pebbled path.
Sniggers and giggles trailing after them.
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Their bungalow was small and cozy. Strong yet weathered outer wood siding painted a sweet cornflower blue with darker blue hurricane shutters. The oak front door was painted a cheerful Gryfindor red. Both witches noticed immediately with Hermione letting out a tiny giggle at Minerva's snicker.
The older witch momentarily placed her wife on her small feet as she fished in her pocket for the key to the door. With a sardonic smile, Minerva looked at her wife and said, "If this place is full of muggle gadgets, you are going to have to educate me a wee bit."
Hermione grinned and took the key from her wife's hand as Minerva had been trying to unlock the door with the key inserted backwards.
"Allow me my love."
Hermione inserted the key properly and unlocked the door. Opening it, she turned to her wife with open arms, "Well?"
Minerva cocked her head in question.
"Aren't you going to carry me over the threshold? You've gotten quite good at that you know?"
With a deep chuckle, the older witch once again swept the younger woman up in her arms and stepped into the bungalow.
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The first room they entered appeared to be a small sitting room. Two faded green love seats on opposite sides of the room. A gleaming teak coffee table between. The walls were white paneling. Minerva paused to glance at the room, then moved through the doorway into what appeared to be a large kitchen, dining and living area. One large sprawl of a room.
"Oh this is perfect." Hermione said, grinning happily as she felt Minerva gently lower her feet to the bamboo wood floor. She wandered into the kitchen area and began opening cabinets and peering inside at the contents.
Minerva moved into the living area and discovered a comfortable looking leather "L" shaped sofa against the far wall. Another gleaming teak coffee table just in front of it. A large fan decorating the white washed ceiling. Minerva cocked her head her head and gazed at it curiously, "Hermione? What is that contraption?"
Her young wife closed the refrigerator door and stepped into the living area to join her wife, "What?"
Minerva pointed at the ceiling fan.
Hermione's eyes widened with delight, "Oh a ceiling fan! Lovely!" Her eyes scanned the walls for the control. Spying a set of switches near a closed door, she glided over and started flipping them.
Immediately two lamps turned on, causing Minerva to start.
"Ooops.. sorry."
The older witch raised and eyebrow at her wife and smirked.
The young witch flipped the next switch and the fan above began to turn round, "Bingo!"
Minerva frowned at her wife, "Bingo? What is that?"
"Oh a muggle game quite popular in Hamshire. You yell "Bingo" when you've won."
Minerva raised an elegant eyebrow and smiled, "Ah." Then she moved to the sliding glass door that led to a huge covered veranda. Lounging chairs, tables and chaise seating decorated the large space. Against the wall of the structure was a dining table and chairs and to the older witch's delight, at the very end of the veranda in a cool spot was a hammock. Her emerald eyes gleamed at she thought of what kind of mischief she could engage in with her young wife in that particular piece of muggle ingenuity.
Hermione stepped through the door and gasped, "Oh Tabby, this is wonderful!" She hadn't even looked at the veranda area itself. Her chocolate gaze was riveted on the crashing waves of the Pacific Ocean. "Just spectacular." She whispered, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. Letting the salty scent of the ocean tide and the sweetness of some brightly colored nearby Hibiscus blossums soothe her soul.
"Spectacular indeed." Came a whisper from just behind her. Hermione felt two strong yet loving arms wrap around her waist. Gentle lips nuzzled her neck. Soft kisses placed just below her ear. "Kitten."
One word spoken with such fierce devotion that the young witch felt herself tremble with need.
"My Tabby."
She turned in the strong embrace, her hands sliding over powerful shoulders to link behind the lovely, swan-like neck. Gazing up into deep simmering emerald she whispered, "I love you." The young witch felt the arms holding her tighten briefly in response. Standing on tip-toe, she placed a tender kiss of her wife's mouth, moaning as she felt those wonderfully talented lips respond.
The kiss deepened as the fire within them once again roared to life.
The young witch's deep brown eyes had darkened to nearly black as her body hummed with the need to physically join with her wife, "Let's check out the bedroom." She burst into delighted laughter as Minerva immediately swept her off her feet and carried back into the bungalow.
"You like toting me about like some sort of parcel don't you?"
Her answer was a deeply amused growl.
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Minerva and Hermione normally enjoyed the eroticism of slowly peeling layer upon layer of clothing off of each other. Both women felt that the act itself was part of the foreplay.
Not this time.
Hermione whipped out her wand and barked, "Divesto!"
Immediately their clothing disappeared. Reappearing on a nearby dressing table neatly folded.
Surprised, Minerva gaped at her young wife, "Eager are we?"
The sheer heat in the molten stare that Hermione shot at her wife was enough to make her feel like she'd been hexed with a jelly legs curse.
"Oh my..."
The newlyweds stepped before one another. The taller witch gazing down at her shorter wife with an expression of pure joy. The shorter witch reflected that joy back to her wife in the sparkle of her eyes, the tenderness of her smile. A small hand reached out and softly, ever so gently touched Minerva's cheek in a sweet caress.
"I am your's forever."
"And I you..."
The silkiness of heated skin pressed together caused a passionate moan to slip from Hermione's plump lips as she closed her eyes. She felt her wife's body against her, moving with the fluidness of the air that caressed her senses. Hands gently raked through her thick chestnut mane, down the softness of her cheeks, over her small but strong shoulders and down her arms. She shivered at the goosebumps that appeared on her skin.
Minerva gasped as she felt Hermione's small but sure fingers tracing over the bumps of her ribs, gliding over her shoulder blades and down her back and over the curve of her backside.
"Oh Kitten..."
A small cheeky smile briefly appeared on the lovely face as the chocolate eyes remained closed. The young woman savoring the sensation of touch. She felt herself being slowly walked backwards till the mattress bumped into the back of her knees. She willingly endured the sensation of being gently lowered to the comfortable bed and the heat of Minerva's nakedness covering her own.
Hermione opened her mocha eyes to see a look of such deep, passionate love gazing back at her through shining emerald orbs.
"I love you," was said as one.
A powerfully muscled thigh slid between her own and a firm pressure was applied to her centre as thin, yet addictive lips fastened onto the sweetness of her own. An ardent, heated joining of mouths and tongues and teeth ensued for long tender moments.
Minerva growled as she felt the small hands on her backside squeeze and gently slip between her buttocks. A wanton moan escaped her lips as she felt the young witch teasing that seldom touched area.
"You like that..." The young witch said in a naughty whisper, breaking their passionate kiss.
Her answer was an urgent thrusting against her heated centre. Her thigh becoming coated with Minerva's arousal. Her older wife's thigh being blessed with her own. Hands traveling to her ample breasts. Her nipples being lovingly caressed by sure elegant fingers.
Minerva lowered her mouth to Hermione's creamy neck. Licking and sucking sweet tender skin followed by wet, open mouthed kisses.
"I love it when you do that.." Hermione gasped feeling her inner muscles clench momentarily at the sensations her wife was evoking in her.
Minerva's experienced mouth traveled down the tender neck to the bump of Hermione's collarbone. Sweet butterfly kisses annointed from shoulder to breastbone and down between the young woman's large, generous breasts.
Hermione couldn't help the involuntary arching of her spine even if she wanted to. Her body craved Minerva's touch.
A knowing smile graced the Headmistress's face briefly before she traveled to Hermione's plump, straining coral colored nipples. Tender, succulent pebbles of the sweetest flesh. Eagerly Minerva pulled an engorged nub into her mouth. Tongue swirling around and around causing Hermione to push her hips deeply into her wife's pelvis.
Minerva responded by moving to the other nipple and repeating her enthusiastic ministrations. Loving the way her young wife responded to each touch and caress of the sensitive, quivering flesh.
The small hands caressing her backside moved deeper between Minerva's muscular buttocks finding the small puckered orifice and gently circling it with the firm stroke of her index finger.
The older witch threw her head back, silky ebony tresses washing down her strong back. A feral, lusty expression curling her upper lip as she hissed her pleasure. Emerald eyes quickly shading to the deepest black.
Intrigued, Hermione continued to stroke with her index finger as she used her middle finger to travel lower, towards her wife's leaking centre. Presently, she found what she was looking for. A newly formed lump just below Minerva's erect pearl. Responding to the older witch's intense arousal, the lump had expanded from pea size to about the size of a grape. A cheeky, naughty grin appeared on the young woman's lovely face as she used her middle finger to massage the lump while at the same time slowly inserting her index finger into Minerva's tight rear entrance.
"MEOWWW ROWL!!!" The older witch wailed as her body erupted in a sudden and intense orgasm.
Hermione felt a gush of nectar rush out of her wife and covering her thigh. She grinned triumphantly as she realized that she'd just uncovered another sweet spot for her love. One she was sure to remember in the future.
Minerva collapsed onto her young wife. She was seeing stars from the intensity of her climax. Panting, the larger witch moved her weight off of her smaller partner and rolled to the right side; lying there in a sated puddle.
"Did you like that?" A curious voice asked softly.
Snorting, Minerva turned her sweaty head to look at her wife and mumbled, "I really need to read those books!"
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Later, the two women managed to drag themselves from the bed for a luxurious soak in the over sized claw foot tub that was the centrepiece of a decadently appointed master ensuite.
Hermione basked in the wonderful sensation of Minerva's strong hands soaping her entire body. She shuddered with pleasure as her wife's hands glided over her body with a single minded goal.
Providing Hermione McGonagall with as much bliss as humanly possible.
Currently Minerva was doing an outstanding job of doing just that.
The older witch pulled her wife against her chest. Hermione's soapy back caressing Minerva's breasts simply with her body's movement. The Headmistress placed soft, gentle kisses against her love's neck and shoulders as her hands slid up and down the young witch's tummy.
Hermione giggled as Minerva's fingers circled and tickled her belly button and then moaned deeply as those same questing hands traveled to the dark chestnut curls at the apex of her thighs. Elegant fingers soaped the soft curls into a mass of foam.
The young witch sucked in a deep aroused breath as the fingers completed the soaping task of her curls and moved to her inner thighs. She spread her thighs wide in a wanton and quiet obvious invitation.
"Mmmmm, need a little attention down there eh?" The deeply pronounced brogue rumbled against her body sending an extra little tingle of excitement to her nerve endings.
Hermione's answering groan was all the encouragement Minerva needed as her fingers slid through her wife's swollen and heated folds finding her erect pearl with little effort. The young witch arched and thrust as she felt strong fingers squeezing against either side of her excited bundle of nerves, moving in an up and down motion.
Minerva continued this for many moments until Hermione's excited thrusts threatened to splash all of their lovely bubble bath water out of the tub. With deliberate precision, the older witch penetrated her wife's heat with two long elegant fingers.
"Uhhhhh! Min...."
Long fingers thrust in and out, hitting Hermione's tender spot just so...
"Oooohhh! er...."
The legs beneath Hermione widened and the young witch's body slid against Minerva's sex causing the older woman to thrust upward.
"Ahhhhh! va..."
A hand covered Hermione's full, generous breast. Pinching her nipple as the other hand between her legs sped up.
"MINERVA!!!" Hermione gasped, feeling her body explode with wave after wave of sensual pleasure.
Minerva's answering cry caused another, smaller orgasm to rock the young witch's body. Gasping, she melted back into her wife's body. A content smile on her lovely face as she felt strong arms pull her tightly against the muscular torso beneath her.
"Oh God I love you." Hermione whispered feeling the depths of her love expand even more for the woman she married.
"And I love you my sweet Kitten."
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Minerva McGonagall stretched her long slim frame out on the wonderful hammock she'd spied a day earlier. She could hear Hermione inside the bungalow bustling about in the kitchen preparing dinner. She had tried to assist but had been shoo'd out after drawing her wand on the microwave. Smirking to herself, she made a vow that she would get Jean to show her how to use muggle appliances.
Her lovely wife's shapely body stepped into her line of vision and thus interupted her musings, "Yes dear?"
Hermione handed her wife a tall glass of minty tea that she'd earlier set out to steep in the sun.
Taking a sip, Minerva smiled, "Mmmm delicious. Thank you love. Would you care to join me?" She patted the hammock for emphasis.
The young witch leaned down, quite aware that her breasts were spilling out of the half buttoned tartan-print shirt she'd borrowed from Minerva and never planned to give back. She placed a soft kiss on her wife's agreeable lips and replied, "No lover, I have pasta on the stove." She turned and sauntered away, fully aware that her wife's intense emerald gaze was fastened on the sway of her hips.
Minerva sighed and lay back. Hermione was just so bloody saucy! Grinning, she thought of all the delicious things she planned on doing to her young wife later tonight.
The setting sun caught her attention for the next little while. The older witch marveling at the spectacular colors painted across the dusky sky. Never in her life had she ever felt so relaxed and at peace as here in this wonderous place with the amazing creature known as Hermione Jean McGonagall.
Later, the two witches sat at the dining table on the veranda enjoying the delicious meal that Hermione had prepared and chatting.
"This is fantastic." Minerva exclaimed, wiping the last of the sauce with a piece of garlic bread and popping it into her mouth. She followed that with a healthy sip of her sweet blush wine.
Hermione smiled happily. She was glad that her wife enjoyed her cooking. Thankfully Jean had insisted that she at least learn the basics. The young witch had taken the lessons to heart. Looking at it as learning a different kind of magic. In many ways, it was.
Grinning, she commented, "Who knew the way to your heart was through your stomach with perhaps a short stop along the way at the apex of your thighs?" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively, then burst into giggles as a dinner roll bounced off her forehead and onto her plate, "Thank you darling, I was wanting another anyway."
Minerva shot her wife a mischievious look and reached for another piece of garlic bread.
Her young wife winked and quipped, "Be careful or you'll end up with cat breath!"
A dark eyebrow raised as Minerva replied, "Well.. if the shoe fits..."
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A day later found the couple strolling along the beach hand in hand. Minerva wearing white cotton trousers that had been rolled up to mid calf and a navy blue bikini bra that displayed her toned torso, arms and shoulders exquisitely.
Hermione wore denin cut-offs and her red bikini bra. Her deeply tanned body shining almost golden in the noon sun. Her hair had lightened a bit with golden highlights streaking through her thickly curling mane of hair.
Unfortunately for Minerva, the bright sun exposed several silver strands running from her temples and over her ears which she tried to tie back in her customary bun.
"Don't tie it up. We're on our honeymoon for Merlin's sake! Leave it down." Hermione scolded waving her wand magically drawing her wife's silky tresses out of the bun and cascading down her back like an ebony wave. The young witch eyed her mate and asked, "What's wrong?"
Blushing Minerva stopped and turned to face the ocean, with a sigh, she whispered, "My gray is showing." Obviously Minerva still had issues with the age gap between them.
Hermione would have none of it though, "I happen to think your silver makes you look ruddy sexy." She reached out and combed her fingers through the older witch's hair, "It's gorgeous. You're gorgeous and I'm damned lucky to have you."
Surprise clearly showed on the older witch's aristocratic features.
Hermione didn't bat an eyelash, "Why are you so surprised? Do you have any idea how many witches and wizards were lusting after you at school?" She grinned and continued, "A right plenty! That's for sure. I had to threaten to hex each and every one." That last bit was a wee tall tale but it made Minerva smile anyway.
Sighing, she pulled the smaller woman into her arms, "I love you Hermione. Truly I do. I just worry sometimes that you will find someone younger to be with."
Hermione frowned, "Why did you marry me then?"
"Because I love you!"
"Then that's all that matters. If issues spring up along the way, then we'll work them out like all couples do."
Minerva drew her love to her chest in a fierce embrace, "I am never letting you go."
Grinning Hermione patted her wife's arms, "Besides if I wanted someone younger I would've gone after someone younger. I didn't want that. I wanted you. You are the one who stirs my fire. You are the one I want to spend my life with. You, my love."
The older witch leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her wife's lips saying, "Stir your fire eh?" Her eyebrows rose in challenge.
Hermione grinned saucily, swatted Minerva's backside with a resounding SMACK! Turned and bolted for the bungalow.
"OW!" Minerva rubbed her rear for a moment then saw that Hermione was racing pell mell for their rooms. With a fierce, feral grin she took off after the younger woman. Her long effortless strides easily catching the shorter woman up in her arms. "I have you now!"
Hermione looked up at her love with all the emotion she held for the older witch glowing softly in her shining chocolate eyes, "Forever." She whispered as her mate carried her into their bedroom.
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The following day found Hermione stretched out on the beach soaking up the sun's rays while Minerva snorkled just off shore. She had fearfully turned down the older witch's request to join her having still not learned how to swim. The incident at the Boat House* last year still fresh in her mind.
She lay drowsing contentedly on her beach towel waiting for Minerva to wear herself out underwater.
She should've known better...
"I had a brilliant idea whilst communing with Neptune."
Hermione raised her head at the sound of her wife's deep brogue. Blinking up and shading her eyes against the sun, the young witch replied, "Oh? And what is your idea dear wife?" She noticed that her beautiful mate was wearing the deep forest green bikini that she'd tried to get her to wear at Sanduvall Island. Letting out a wolf whistle, Hermione commented, "You are one hot toddy!"
Minerva McGonagall stood before her wife wearing forest green strings and patches of cloth. No, she wasn't going to wear this particular outfit anywhere but here in front of Hermione. That was for sure! Her muscular, sculpted body was gorgeous to behold. Long, sleek legs. Toned muscular thighs, curved womanly hips. Tight, packed abs. Lovely full breasts that were currently capped by hard, pointing nipples. Long elegant arms, toned and tanned. Sturdy, strong shoulders. A kissable graceful neck. Stunning intense eyes boring straight into the young witch's soul. Black hair plastered wet down her long sensual back.
Hermione's mouth watered at the sight.
Minerva caught the lustful gaze simmering in the dark eyes of her wife. With an ornery grin, she leaned down and extended her hand, "Come with me. I want to show you something."
Hermione complied, standing gracefully and taking her wife's hand.
Minerva led the young woman to the water's edge where Hermione abruptly stopped, "Where are we going?"
The older witch smiled saying, "Under the sea." With that she cast a modified version of the bubble-head charm and a large transparent bubble encased both of them.
Hermione grinned and gazed around the bubble she found herself in. There was a slight pink tinge to it, "I feel like Glinda, The Good Witch Of The North!" Her voice echoed slightly.
Minerva grinned as she grasped Hermione's small hand in her larger one, "I think she might have been related to Albus."
Hermione threw back her head and chuckled as she followed Minerva into the waves.
She clung tightly to her wife as the water surrounded and finally flowed over the bubble. They didn't float as Minerva's charm kept them firmly on the sea bottom. Together they strolled hand in hand on the bottom of the sea. Every so often a curious fish would swim up and bounce off of the bubble causing the witch's within to snicker. Finally they reached a place where Minerva had visited earlier. Flat sandy bottom, covered with a myriad of colorful shells and coral. Hermione reached down and picked up a white scalloped shell with streaks of brown running through it.
"This is amazing!" Her enraptured voice echoed inside the bubble.
Minerva smiled and waved her wand at a large rock that found itself within the bubble.
Hermione gasped as her wife transfigured the rock into a canopied king sized bed complete with ocean blue silk sheets.
Grinning the older witch sat on the edge and pulled her wife between her thighs, "Ever made love under the sea?"
The young woman felt her strings being untied and muttered, "God I love magic!"
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-to be continued
AN: God I love magic! ;D
*See "THE BOAT HOUSE" chapter 11