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"Hermione?"
The brunette looked back at her wife. "It's perfect," she said, referring to the cottage that she'd been wandering around silently for the last fifteen minutes. "Absolutely perfect."
"So we can buy this one?" Minerva asked, looking relieved.
Hermione nodded, throwing an apologetic look the Headmistress' way. This was the eighth house they'd been in, and the realtor had only shown them this one as a last ditch resort. It needed a lot of work, but the young woman didn't mind. Most of it was cosmetic, and as she and Minerva had already agreed (after arguing loudly for nearly an hour), that as soon as they got confirmation that Hermione was pregnant, she would hand in her notice at work. Minerva's family money was no small amount, so the younger woman had no real need to bring in an income while she carried, and then began the process of raising their children.
The cottage had four bedrooms, and two baths. One bedroom would be be theirs, another an office for Hermione to make use of, and the other two would be for the children. Hermione thought, especially if they had twins, that the children could share a room, leaving the forth bedroom for guests. After the divorce, Hermione would be keeping the cottage, and during the time the children were with Minerva, they'd get a room up at the school. Merlin knew that Hogwarts was not short on space.
Basics aside, the cottage was a brick, two story place, and boasted of a matching brick wall which surrounded the large yard, and a large iron gate for entry. The wall was covered with decades worth of moss and vines, showing the property's age. Other than the bedrooms and bathrooms, the cottage had a semi finished attic which Hermione knew she could turn into a variety of things. It also had a large kitchen, a fairly good sized dining area, and a covered porch.
Hermione turned to the realtor. "You mentioned that the place needed work, and from what I can see it's mostly cosmetic. What's the roof like?"
"Roof was just replaced last year, Mrs. McGonagall," the tall, lanky man with extremely white teeth repled.
The younger woman couldn't help but notice Minerva smiling at how the man had addressed her. The very notion that she was married to the Headmistress of Hogwarts was enough to send her reeling. Granted, it had only been a week. After taunting Minerva last evening, bringing up sex like she had, she expected that tonight they would be consummating their marriage. It wouldn't be here - there was too much to be done before moving in, but Minerva's bedroom in the Head's suite would be fine. She couldn't help but wonder what the older witch would be like in the sack.
"Then yes," Hermione nodded. "We'll take it."
Both the realtor and Minerva sighed in relief at her agreement, and she didn't hide the chuckle that escaped her lips in response.
"I'll contact Gringotts as soon as we return to Hogwarts," Minerva stated, and the man nodded. He knew the stately House of McGonagall did not want for money.
"Harry and Ron will be home tomorrow," Hermione said as they moved to leave the cottage. "I'll recruit them to help me get this place livable, as you'll be busy with the school."
"As you wish, my dear," Minerva replied. "If you have need of any materials, I'll let Griphook know that you are welcome to use whatever funds you deem necessary."
Hermione's cheshire grin appeared on her face. If there was one good thing about whom she'd been forced to marry, it was that she could get her dream home out of the deal without going into debt up to her arse.
Minerva watched as Hermione made for the bathroom, having just decided to take a shower prior to going to bed. She'd been waiting for this. A few minutes later, Minerva stripped naked, and quietly let herself into the now steam filled room. She said nothing as she approached the large, tiled, walk in shower stall. Cat like as ever, she opened the glass door, the breeze alerting the younger woman to her presence.
"Do you mind?!" Hermione screeched, moving to cover herself with her arms.
"No, I don't think I do," the elder witch smirked, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
"Mi-minerva?" the soaked and soapy brunette questioned.
Long, ebony locks unbound, Minerva ignored the look of shock on Hermione's face, and stepped into the spray, wetting down her hair, and running her hands over her very naked body with a soft moan.
"Uh...uh…" Hermione stuttered.
"Like what you see?" Minerva asked, glancing over at her young wife and seeing that despite still trying to cover herself, Hermione's jaw was slack and her chest was rising and falling at a far more rapid rate.
"Um…yea?"
Minerva's arm darted forward, grabbing the younger woman by the arm and pulling her close, pressing their breasts together as she gently squeezed Hermione's tight little arse. "Like what you feel?" she whispered.
Hermione groaned in response, her own hands now daring to roam, running up Minerva's sides and around her back. Gently, the younger witch let her fingernails scratch at the soft, milky skin under her hands. Minerva groaned. Gods, that feels good, she thought.
The two toyed with each other for several minutes, learning each others' bodies with deliberate care, each trying to find erogenous zones. There were plenty to be found.
"Want you…" Minerva murmured as Hermione ran her finger just inside her slit.
"Take me," Hermione answered confidently. "Wife."
Minerva wasted no more time. "Bed," she insisted, nonverbally turning off the shower stream, and casting drying charms on each of their bodies. Hermione grabbed her wand from the bathroom sink as soon as they existed the shower, casting a spell that would both dry and comb both of their hair. The elder witch usually did that bit the muggle way, but she wasn't about to chastise Hermione for that now.
A few moments later, Minerva lifted Hermione onto the large canopy bed and pushed her legs apart. Her tongue darted forward quickly, and she hissed happily as her mouth began to fill with Hermione's taste, and her nose was overwhelmed by a wondrous smell.
The younger woman moaned at each stroke of her wife's talented tongue. By the time Minerva decided that Hermione was ready, she was nearly shaking in anticipation. With a deep breath, the Headmistress cast a spell on herself that would change her anatomy to suit the desire for reproduction. It was doubtful Hermione would get pregnant tonight - possible but not probable - and yet, Minerva felt a deep need to be inside her former student.
"Have you ever…?" Minerva asked gently, not wanting to hurt the younger woman.
"Yeah, Viktor," Hermione panted. "Just fuck me, damnit!"
With a mental note to hex Viktor Krum if she ever saw him again, Minerva's focus returned to the activity at hand. One long, smooth thrust later, she was buried inside Hermione, slick, hot walls shuddering around her. "Oh, gods…" she moaned. "You feel…"
"So good…" Hermione agreed, wrapping her legs around her wife's waist. "Come on, Min. Move!"
Emerald eyes sparkled, not in the slightest perturbed about being told what to do in this instance. She pulled back, and then thrust forward again, and ever a minute she found a steady rhythm that seemed to please Hermione greatly.
Their bodies ground together, breast on breast, pelvis to pelvis; after a bit Hermione pulled Minerva's lips to hers and demanded entry with her tongue. "Please…" the younger witch begged.
A few minutes later, with a final, hard thrust, Minerva orgasmed, filling Hermione's core as she also came, clenching tightly to her partner's anatomy. A few moments passed as Minerva found her bearings, and lifted her body off Hermione's. With a flick of her wand, retrieved from the bedside table, her anatomy returned to normal, and she moved to the other side of the bed, crawling under the covers, facing away from the woman she'd just has sex with. She couldn't look at Hermione now; because sex without emotion had never been her forte, and she couldn't bear the thought of falling in love with this beautiful woman, and a year from now, having nothing to show for it but a child or two who would grow up in a broken home. She would perpetuate her line with Hermione Granger, for the sake of the wizarding world needing the population growth, but she could not let her heart get involved.
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