The latter part of this chapter is nsfw. You've been warned.
I don't know how much more of this I can take. It's getting harder to hold the concealment charm, but I don't want anyone to see how vulnerable I am right now, except Minerva. I trust her implicitly. The brief respite I found in her arms in the kitchen twenty minutes ago, is beginning to wane. I really need to get out of here. I can feel my chest getting tight, and I'm struggling to catch my breath. I haven't heard a word one of Ron's colleagues has said to me, since he came over and started talking. I need to try and ground myself before I have a full on panic attack in front of everyone. Where on earth is Minerva? I excuse myself from Ruperts(?) company and walk as quickly as I can over to the fence by the meadow. I use it to rest my back against, and then lean forward with my head between my legs. I can feel my heart trying to pound its way out of my chest. I can also feel the tears coming, pressing against my eyelids as I try to hold them at bay. Hogwarts is in Scotland. I was sorted into Gryffindor. My parents are Jean and Chris Granger. I am Hermione Weasley nee Granger. I have two children, Rose and Hugo Weasley. I am a widow. I mumble these facts under my breath to try and bring myself back from the brink. It isn't working. My breathing is getting more erratic, I can feel a fine sheen of sweat on my forehead and beginning to run down my back. I'm starting to see black spots in my vision. I'm moments away from passing out. And then I hear my name. I force myself to stand and then I'm in her arms. Oh, thank Merlin.
"Min, please get me out of here" I whisper. I bury my head into her shoulder and breathe in her scent. It instantly calms my heart, and I'm beginning to feel less dizzy and disorientated. She holds me to her, and calls for the children to come closer.
"I can't apparate you all at the same time, and there is no way I'm letting you go" she whispers. I feel her remove a piece of cloth from inside her robes and she whispers "Portus" and she waves her wand.
"Rose, Hugo, please come and hold tightly to this." She instructs.
She moves to the side of me, her arm around my back, still holding me up, her other hand holding the cloth in front of us. The children and I grab hold and then we are hooked by our navels and transported to Minerva's manor. We land rather haphazardly in Minerva's courtyard. It's only thanks to Minerva's hold that I am still upright. I can feel my stomach rolling, and quickly turn away to dry heave. I've had nothing to eat so there is nothing to come up.
I hear Minerva telling the kids to go into the manor and to help themselves to a book or anything that they want, she'll be with them shortly.
I feel her hands at my back, rubbing circles, she pulls my hair from my face as I'm still bent over heaving.
"Hush, love, it's over. You're at my Manor. Rose and Hugo are here, I'm here, deep breathe in then out." She repeats this over and over again. I suddenly burst into tears. I turn in her arms and fling mine around her waist. I can't seem to control myself. I'm shaking, and crying and wailing like a banshee.
I feel weightless all of a sudden, and then I feel Minerva's arms under my legs. She's carrying me into the manor, through the entrance and up the stairs. She completely bypasses the first floor and continues to her room. She somehow manages to get us both on the bed without breaking my hold on her. I cry into her shoulder, snot and mucus leaving its trail on her robes. I cry for the longest time.
Then things get a little hazy. I hear a conversation, but it's like I'm underwater and the conversation is above
"Is mom okay Minerva?" I hear Rose ask.
"She will be, it's just been a very difficult day for her sweetheart, I've asked Rhona to make you and Hugo something to eat, and then I would like for you both to come up here so you can lie with your mother for a bit. I believe that she will feel your presence and it will make her feel better" Minerva says, her Scottish accent strong.
"No problem, I'll go tell Hugo" Rose replies. Then she must leave as it goes quiet again. I can feel a presence next to me, it's never wavered, it's warm and comforting and wraps itself around me like a winter jacket.
The presence is joined later by two more.
I hear "love you mummy" from Hugo and "we're here Mommy" from Rose. I dive back down into the blackness, I'm not ready to wake up yet.
When I finally do wake, the room is dark. I can make out enough from the light of the moon through the window. Rose and Hugo are huddled in front of me on the bed, Rose is holding my outstretched hand and Hugo has his head on my tummy. I can also feel a warmth behind me, knees pressed into the back of my legs, an arm under my head. Minerva. She never left. Not once. I feel their love surround me. I smile into the darkness and run my fingers, from my free hand, through Hugo's hair. The slight movement causes Minerva to wake, and she rises onto her elbow to look at me. I look back at her over my shoulder. She doesn't say anything, but I can see the question in her eyes. "Are you ok?" I nod my head, I'm better now, I reach out and stroke my hand over her cheek, her eyes close in relief and then she leans towards me slowly. Our lips meet in a tender caress, barely touching but it's enough to fill me with hope, arousal and love. I sigh as she pulls away. I don't want to move and break this moment but I really need to use the facilities. I start to squirm a bit, trying to shimmy my way to the bottom of the bed without jostling the kids awake. I feel Minerva roll off the bed, and then she is levitating the kids to the other side of the bed. They don't flicker. I slide off the bed and move into the bathroom.
I sit on the toilet, and empty my bladder. I have no idea what time it is, but I decide to take a shower. I'm feeling dirty from the retching and crying.
I turn the water on and strip the funeral robes from my body. I then step under the spray and allow myself to luxuriate under the flow, letting the water cleanse me. I wash my hair vigorously, scrubbing the smell of the day away. I turn the shower off five minutes later. My skin is all pink from the heat, and my fingers have just started to crinkle at the tips. I grab a towel from the pile and wrap it around me. A simple drying spell later and my hair is dry and left to hang down my back. I realised my mistake a moment later. All of my clothes are still in the bedroom downstairs. I don't want to transfigure the funeral robes into something else. I drop my head onto my chest and take a deep breath. Just as I open my eyes some of my clothes appear on the countertop next to the sink. Minerva must have asked Rhona to assist me. Merlin, that woman thinks of everything. I shake my head at her thoughtfulness as I pull the clothes on, I really must find a way to thank her.
Once I'm dressed I reenter the bedroom. Minerva has seated herself in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. She's watching Rose and Hugo sleep, with a far away look in her eyes. I clear my throat to get her attention. She looks over at me questioningly and I indicate that I wish to talk to her outside by nodding my head towards the door. She rises smoothly and indicates for me to precede her through the door. I oblige the request and walk onto the landing. As she closes the door, and turns to me, a question on her lips I step forward and kiss her. A proper, toe tingling kiss. As her tongue sweeps across mine, I pull her closer to me, I want to consume her, my hands are roaming across her back, I let them slip lower and squeeze her bottom. This gets a groan and then she's pulling away from me no doubt about to tell me we should stop, I follow her. I'm not ready for the kiss to end. She surrenders to me once more, kissing me back just as passionately. Her hands have rested on my waist, squeezing my hips, and then I'm turned around and forcefully pushed back into the wall, her hands are burning their way under my tank tap, her lips have left mine and she is making her way down towards my breasts. I'm breathing heavily, delirious and completely under her spell now. As her lips latch onto my left nipple I cry out and hold her head to me. Her right hand is pinching and massaging my other breast. I begin to undulate against her leg. Rubbing myself against her thigh. She pulls her lips from my breast long enough to ask "are you sure?" I nod my head, I can't wait any longer. Her right hand makes its way into the waistband of my shorts, her left resumes it's pinching and massaging of my breast. Her mouth finds mine as her fingers run through the hair at my apex, my wetness already coating the tips of her fingers. I hear her groan as her fingers slip between my labia and begins to tease my clitoris. I realise I've stopped breathing, and my head is starting to spin. I pull my mouth away and take a deep breath. I'm writhing against her hand, the word "more" slips from my lips. She hastens to obey my request by entering me with three fingers.
"Oh Min" I groan. She begins pumping in and out of me. Oh Merlin. I pull her face towards me to stifle my groans. My tongue is sloppy against her mouth, I'm licking her lips, and tongue and teeth. I'm so close, the sensations are too much, I surrender to them, I fling my head back and groan, and cum. My body goes rigid with pleasure. Minerva stops flexing her fingers, and holds them still, inside me. She's looking into my eyes, her pupils are enormous, there is hardly any colour left. She removes her fingers from me and brings her hand to her nose. She sniffs them, closes her eyes and then her fingers are in her mouth, licking and sucking my juices from it. Oh. My. God. I cum again just watching her. When her eyes open again, she has a smirk on her lips, "you taste exquisite Hermione. I will need to try it direct from the source, but not now. I fear your legs won't hold you up, and I need my bed to spread you out on". I'm speechless. I watch as the hand that was just in her mouth travels down over her stomach and into her own briefs. She gathers some of her wetness on her fingers and then offers it to me. Hmm, I pull the fingers into my mouth and lick her fingers clean. She tastes slightly salty, but so good. She removes the fingers from my mouth and places them back in her briefs, I see her hand move, and then she's sighing in contentment and bliss, she just made herself cum. I'm frozen to the spot, I don't know what to do. This is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. There is a whispered "Hermione" from her lips and then she pulls her hand from her briefs and rests it on her thigh. We are just staring at each other through hooded eyes. The smell of sex is strong, and it's making we want to reciprocate. I go to step towards her, but she shakes her head at me. "Later, love, Rose and Hugo will be up soon, we don't want them walking in on us do we?" She waves her hand and the smell disappears. She gives me one last kiss and then walks into her parents room, and closes the door.
I've never written anything like this before, was it believable?
Well they've finally crossed the line, although Min didn't let Hermione reciprocate. I hope you enjoyed :)