Time magic

*disclamier* I don't own Harry Potter or the characters.

its a date chapter. their first date in public. How hard can it be. If you don't like vomit sorry.

When Hermione wakes the next morning it's in a panic. At first she doesn't know why but then her senses kick in her eyes open wide. She feels the weight of Minerva on her, she catches her bile in her mouth and forces Minerva off her. It's hurried and Minerva is now wide awake but very confused. The moment Hermione throws up in the bathroom Minerva doesn't care she just got thrown from sleep. She's by her side as soon as possible.

"Hermione are you okay." Minerva takes up her hair and makes soothing circles on her back. She can't remember her eating anything that might make her sick before sex or bed. She can't help but smile thinking about their activities but still her focus is to help Hermione stand now that she is done. It appeared to be a once and done.

"I'm fine it happens when I'm over heated." Hermione stated she conjures a cup of water and rinses. This statement leaves Minerva thinking though since they had sex and yes it was crazy intense, they sweated, but slept naked with no blankets. It must have been body heat but then Minerva felt as if she'd have to worry about it every time they slept now. She shook her head clear determining to worry but not before asking once more.

"You sure I mean I don't want you to have a cold now or something and me take you on adventure when your sick." Hermione grins with excitement but promises.

"Yes dear I am fine it's just a once and done thing. So an adventure?" She changed thw topic an so both women started getting dressed. Shortly after Minerva has them eating a solid breakfast an is having to ensure Hermione is eating it without problem. What's she doesn't notice is though Hermione has no facial reaction to her food but her stomach curls at the smell of eggs. She doesn't want to worry Minerva or make it a big deal so even though she has to swallow twice after each bite to stop the bile she does without a cringe.

"I'm done can we go and I will rest later with you much how we did last night." Hermione says placing her dish in an charmed sink that washes the dish right away for her. It drys it too she notes shocked to herself. She then turns to Minerva and smiles holding out her hand and saying. " let's go."

Even with a smooth apparation Hermione finds herself dizzy and light headed. This is really not like she said it was. A part of her worried but the other part said there was nothing that could have possibly made this more than a queazy stomach. She stood still took a deep breath and followed in stride with Minerva getting more and more curious where they were going.

Scottish highland's own bagpipe contest and fair with all sorts of Scottish foods and people none of which seem magical, leaving Hermione to wonder why they didn't dress different so not to look out of place. Looking down she was still dressed in a witches robe as was Minerva yet no one was looking at them strange.

"Min' why is no one freaked out?"

"Glamor of course." Of course. Hermione then followed Minerva as she has no problem walking through the crowds of men or women and their bag pipes. It seemed everyone had supporters and everyone had good talent. It wasn't until she stops in a pretty vacant spot and produces her own set of bags seem as if from thin air but Hermione knew that mostly isn't true with her transfiguration skills. She marveled in the way it looks brand new but the age of it must be generations. A gentleman come around while she watches Minerva adjust herself on a stool.

"Excuse me are you registered or signed in."

"Every year, but if you'd be so kind as to sign me in. It's McGonagall." He checks his list and sure enough he smiles while signing her in. "It's nice to have your family again this year. Does your mother plan on coming?" He asks almost nervously. Both of them stare at him bewildered for a moment and then it clicks.

"Ah no sir, she um sent me in her stead." The man looks her over and shrugs his shoulders and walks away. "Seriously that just rude I might look young but there's no need to stare me down as if I don't have potential. I have plenty of potential. Ugh!"

Hermione giggled causing Minerva rant to stop. "What is so funny? Hmm?"

"You have a temper dear. It's actually kind of cute." Minerva flushed and grumbled something incoherent but Hermione knew that it was more than likely something in Gaelic. Hermione took Minerva's face firmly in her hands and kissed her hard before softly nipping her lip. "Never mind it's sexy. You're so sexy." Whenever Minerva spoke that language it really turned her on.

"Oh!" It was certainly surprising to hear someone saying something like that. It makes her really want to take Hermione back home but really she just wanted to give her this day of a perfect date. "Well I um I try. Now can you give me a hand and get me a water I'll be very thirsty after this." Sure enough when Hermione came back her girlfriend was playing with a small crowd around her. She held the bottle in her hands patiently waiting for her to finish. The melody was loud and just as she had heard bag pipes would be but it still sounded perfect.

As the crowd steadily grew she could see Minerva struggling to keep her breaths and though she worried about her nerves Hermione stood still and held her gaze. Like if they did it might help like they could see each other's soul an calm her down. Just like that Minerva played sure and even breaths gaining more attention. Not that Hermione knew the music but the fact she learned something Minerva enjoyed to do was all that mattered. Once the bag pipes were set aside Minerva took up the water from Hermione's hands with a grin.

"Excuse me! excuse me!" They heard from someone trying to push through the crowd. "That's the McGonagall family song right?" A tall lanky older man asked just behind Hermione. She sent a questing look to Minerva who shrugged saying she had no idea who the man was.

"Yes sir. It is why." She said.

"Oh it's just that well my papa was always one to tell me tales of your family of how rare it was to hear this song be played. It's just my son... I beg you would you play it for me if I brought him over." The man pleaded with his eyes until Minerva sighed.

"Of course but how about in an hour or so. It a long song, I'm too young winded to play it all day, and I am here to spend time with my date." It was so firm anyone that knew her would hear the professor tone she was giving him. The man hurried off before she could change her mind.

"To young winded?" I turned to her and asked. "Is it really that rare to hear or are you serious."

"It's rare. Being a wizarding family doesn't make doing these things easy. I completely forgot though that I was still learning at this age to control the breathing. I'm just not use to the smaller lungs again." Hermione understood the frustrations and put herself closer to Minerva to help calm her down.

"It's ok I understand I mean I have a poor example but it is one it is like when I had to adjust to the cat I became in second year. I still have after effects I had to deal with. You'll get it all back under control again. I promise and I'll right here the whole time." She told her snuggling in for a hug. Minerva grinned happy to hear that Hermione understood. She let her arms wrap around Hermione.

For the rest of that hour Minerva convinced Hermione to try the exotic foods of her childhood. Even though she still enjoyed the food from time to time it was nothing like having it from her homeland. Hermione couldn't agree more, at least on some things anyways. Others no so much. Minerva couldn't believe Hermione could not hold down haggis. It was the best thing growing up.

"Min, it was awful, like soggy awful. But I'm okay really just didn't like it."

"No there is something wrong you've been sick all morning that and haggis is the best traditional food ever." Their perfect date was about to end if Hermione didn't pull it together so she drank another cup of water an forced Minerva to enjoy herself again. It was an hour and thankfully the older man and his child came back Hermione couldn't help but be prouder that Minerva was doing this for them. Minerva gave her a quick glare that said the topic was not over before focusing on her music.

Hermione held her eyes the entire time. The feeling of oozie mushy haggis in the back of her throat wouldn't go away but she tried pushing the thoughts aside. She did good until some guy with a bowl of them stood beside her. Her eyes broke contact at the smell but she forced them back knowing Minerva needed her. At the finish of the song Minerva got up rather quickly due to her concern. Finishing with a quick curtsy, biding the man and son some kind words, and a goodbye. Without taking no for an answer Minerva huddles Hermione into her arms just in time to catch her as the poor girl faints.

There are a number of yells and orders for someone to find a doctor but Minerva doesn't have time she scoops Hermione up in her arms bridal style and moves quickly to the first empty tent she can find. With some hesitation she checks around her for the possible following crowd and apparates to st. Mungos where she can have her taken care of properly and checked out for what the problem is. If something were to happen to Hermione she wouldn't be able to live with herself for making her go out today

reviews please!

i have nothing to say other than I seriously hope you like this. I am going to work on this direction of plot the best I can

side note though if you look it up

Haggis is a savoury pudding containing sheep's pluck (heart, liver and lungs); mincedwith onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, mixed with stock, traditionally encased in the animal's stomach[1

I read it's generally served with mash potatoes sorry if that grosses you out.