AN: Well, y'all asked for it...
THE GRAND SIRE PART II
Hermione gazed wide eyed at her lover kneeling before her. Was she asking what she thought she was asking?? Seeing Minerva hesitate, she gently pulled one of her hands free and caressed the older woman's finely chisled cheek. "What?" She whispered, encouraging Minerva to continue. Still kneeling, Minerva McGonagall took a deep breath and asked the most important question of her life...
"Will you marry me?"
She reached into the pocket of her slacks and pulled out a ring. Not just any ring. The McGonagall family ring. Handed down from heir to heir for nearly a thousand years. Solid gold banding imprinted with a Celtic rope design around the symbol of eternity. The setting, having been modified over the years, consisted of a one carat blue diamond surrounded by half carat rubies. Keegan had given it's location along with his blessing to Minerva earlier that morning, when Hermione was getting dressed. A whispered "Accio McGonagall Family Ring" had brought it sailing into her elegant hand.
Now she gently slipped it onto Hermione's ring finger marveling how it magically sized itself to fit her younger lover's smaller finger. Hermione trembled as she raised her hand and stared at the symbol of the McGonagall clan as it rested snugly around her finger. Tears slowly trickled down her soft cheeks.
"Mo ghaol ort... Hermione." Minerva said softly in Gaelic, still waiting for Hermione's answer. The young witch gazed into emerald pools of pure devotion and gave her answer, "Yes I will marry you." She gently pressed her lips to Minerva's and pulled back to gaze into eyes bright with unshed tears, "And I love you too Minerva." She whispered, replying to the older witch's earlier softly spoken statement.
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The Grand Sire nickered to his mate. Onara gazed into his deep dark eyes...
'Our business here is done. Take the herd back to the wood.'
Onara blinked her sky blue eyes, shook her mane out and obeyed her mate. Whickering to her family to follow her. As the clan departed. The Grand Sire fastened his wizened eyes on the lovers.
'There is great joy in your bonding. There is also great responsibility. Know this and you will know each other.'
Minerva stood and faced the great unicorn, "Thank you." Her simple statement was as heartfelt as any speech ever given. The Grand Sire understood this. Stepping nearer to her, he reached out and gently nuzzled her face and chest.
'You ARE greatness Minerva McGonagall.'
Minerva threw her arms around his neck and burst into soul wrenching sobs. Hermione had never seen Minerva act like this. It was like the great unicorn had pulled all the scars that battling the darkness had left on her lover's soul and ripped them away. He had brought the light back to heal the wounds left behind. Hermione felt great hot tears flood her soft chocolate eyes. Those doe-like eyes gazed up at the Grand Sire. Bottomless black eyes gazed back. A deep and profound understanding passed between them.
'She is a special being. From her to you the greatness will continue. Your children will change the world.'
With that, he gently licked Minerva's cheek. Then he turned and galloped after his family... Taking the dry, sunny circle with him. Mischievious laughter rippled through their minds as the rain made itself known to the witches in a big wet way.
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Hermione let out a delighted laugh as she felt the rain soaking through her clothes. Raising her head to the sky, she let the rain soak her hair and plaster it flat to her head. She didn't care. This was the happiest day of her life. She giggled as she felt two strong arms wrap around her from behind. A soft kiss was placed behind her left ear. She pressed herself into the body that was embracing her. "I certainly hope this is Minerva hugging me, otherwise boy am I in trouble." She teased. The hands playfully skittered up her sides, tickling her. "You would be in a whole pile of dragon dung." Minerva rumbled in her ear. Giggling and squirming in her fiance's embrace, she felt those playful hands move to cup her breasts... "Oohhh not fair!" The younger witch moaned. Her nipples were gently tweaked. Laughing Hermione turned in Minerva's arms and pressed close. Their lips met in a fierce passionate kiss.
One kiss led to another and another... Hermione gasped for air, her new fiance doing the same. Fiance? Hermione mouthed the word to Minerva. "Fiance." The older witch confirmed, a huge comical grin spliting her face. Laughing, Hermione reached for Minerva and pulled her back. Her small hands made their way to the older woman's compact, but well muscled backside. The younger witch squeezed hard, then slapped even harder. "Tag! You're it." She squealed and took off running through the shin high grass growing in the meadow. She was half way up a small rise before Minerva realized that she was supposed to chase after her love. "Oy!" The older witch yelled. Hermione turned and yelled back, "And no changing into your cat form!" With that she turned around and wiggled her hips at the older witch. Grinning over her shoulder, she watched as Minerva laughed and started running after her. Squealing again, Hermione raced back up the rise. She knew it was only a matter of time before Minerva's longer legs caught up with her, she didn't care. She was deliriously happy! She was engaged!
Minerva watched Hermione's backside being wiggled at her. Her eyes darkened slightly as she began her pursuit. She didn't care if they looked silly. Who was going to see them? A group of unicorns who thought humans were strange anyway? She didn't care one fig. She was happy. Truely happy. She felt light... as if a great burden had been lifted. In many ways, it had. She silently sent her thanks to the Grand Sire.
'Don't thank me. Go catch your mate!'
Minerva threw her head back, her hair coming free of it's confining bun, and laughed. Joyfully, happily. Sprinting after her woman, she thanked Merlin she'd stayed in such fine shape all these years. Just as Hermione reached the top of the rise, Minerva caught her. Wrapping her arms around the younger witch, lifting her off the ground, and whirling her around and around. The witches laughed out joyfully. Finally dizzy, Minerva set Hermione on her feet. The younger witch spun and launched herself into Minerva's arms with enough force to knock them both to the ground. Into a soft patch of fragrant pink Scottish Heather. Gently, with arms around each other, kissing madly, they rolled through the sweet smelling shrub.
"Mo ghaol ort... Oh mo ghoal ort.." Minerva whispered over and over. Not realizing she was speaking Gaelic. Hermione understood that one phrase. "I love you too, oh how I love you too..." Hermione found herself on top of her love. Gazing into emerald eyes shining with such love, she leaned down and gently pressed her lips to Minerva's forehead. "I've never been as happy as I am at this moment." She whispered, tears gathering in her soft chocolate orbs. Slowly, they trickled down her cheeks. Minerva leaned up and licked one away. Tasting the sweetness of the rain and the saltiness of Hermione's happy tears. It was an intoxicating cocktail. She didn't realize that she too was weeping, until Hermione gently ran a single finger down her finely chisled cheek and gathered up her tears. Bringing her finger to her lips, the young witch sampled the same cocktail.
Minerva gently sat up and pulled her soaked white cotton top off. She transfigued it into a soft blanket which she threw over the heather. She then reached for Hermione and rolled them both onto the blanket. Clothes were pulled away from each other until both witches were naked in each other's arms on a rain soaked blanket in a patch of Scottish Heather.
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Albus Dumbledore stepped out of the floo and into the comfortable living room of McGonagall Manor. Briskly, he wiped his bright purple robes off and turned as Harry Potter stepped out behind him. The young man was quickly followed by Ginny Weasley. The three people gazed about looking for ... someone... anyone. "Hello?" Dumbledore queried. Angus McGonagall floated into the room. "Hello Albus..." He nodded his acknowledgement to the younger two. Scratching his beard, Albus asked, "Might I inquire as to where Minerva might be?" Angus waved his hand vaguely outwardly. "She and Hermione are out exploring the manor." Ginny perked up, "In the rain?" Angus ran a hand through his unruly black hair, "Well, it wasn't raining when they left." Albus sensed something was off with the ghost. Moving nearer, he asked quietly, "What's wrong?" Angus looked into the sky blue eyes of Minerva's closest friend. "I..." He trailed off as he felt Dumbledore gently probe his mind. Understanding immediately made it's way across the elderly wizard's wizened face. "We had a similar issue with Peeves." He mumbled. Albus looked into the ghost's handsome face and said with a smile, "She does have that affect on people." He was referring to Hermione of course. "I might have a solution to your problem though." He added with a mysterious twinkle.
Sounds of the front door bursting open and happy laughter alerted everyone that the Mistress of the Manor had returned. The group stepped out of the living room to see...
Minerva McGonagall, soaked to the skin. Her clothes pressed tightly against an impressively fit and attractive body. Her hair, out of it's normal bun, draped down her back and plastered to her head. She was standing silouetted in the doorway. One hand holding a black Nimbus 2007 and the other wrapped around an equally wet and gorgeous Hermione Granger. Hermione's normally unruly mane was also plastered wet to her head and face. Her jeans clung seductively to her lush curves, her red tank top skin tight and stretched against her generous heaving breasts. Those same breasts were pressed tightly against her love as she was lifted, one armed, against her older lover. Minerva bent slightly back bringing Hermione with her. The young witch bent her legs at the knee as she was lifted and pressed deliciously passionate kisses to Minerva's willing mouth.
Dumbledore's mouth fell open, "Oh my." Harry's bright green eyes widened, "Wow!" Angus stared in disbelief, "Merlin, I didn't think Minnie had it in her!" Ginny grinned her blue eyes dancing mischieviously, "WoooHooo!" The portraits in the entry hall joined in the mirth.
"Oh my goodness!"
"You go girl!"
"Yeeowza!"
"Fiona I remember you doing that to me!"
Oblivious to anything but each other, Minerva dropped the broom and scooped Hermione completely into her arms. Their lips never left each other as the older witch carried her love over the threshold and into the entry hall. Hermione brought her hand to Minerva's face, the ring on her finger catching the light... and everyone's attention.
Albus spied the glinting gold adorning Hermione's small hand and grinned. Thrusting a fist into the air, he yelled, "Yes!" Fiona, leaning on the gold frame of her portrait copied his gesture exclaiming, "At last!" Edeen wrapped her arms around her wife happily. Harry pulled Ginny into an embrace and kissed his girlfriend deeply. Ginny returned the gesture happily wondering if she'd have to wait three years for Harry to pop the question. Angus realized that this was right. This was what was supposed to happen. Smiling, he floated over to the happy couple saying, "Well bloody hell... what an entrance!"
It was then that the joyous couple realized that they had an audience. Hermione threw her head back and laughed delightedly while Minerva blushed scarlet. Angus patted her back, "Oh lighten up Minnie." Ginny pulled Hermione into a wet embrace. "Ewww you are dripping and covered with..." She pulled a bit of heather off her friend's back, "Shrubery??" Pulling a similar sprig from Minerva, Albus chimed in, "Rolling around the greenery are we?" His sky blue eyes twinkled madly. A blanket was suddenly wrapped around both witches.
"Gots to gets yous dry we does. Keeps the sniffles away!"
Minerva gazed down into the large eyes of Izer. Seeing his Mistress looking at him, he blushed and bowed his head. He would never forget what he saw in the bedroom the previous day. Livvy would see to that. Hermione knelt down, pulling the blanket snugly across her shoulders. "Thank you." She placed a small kiss on the top of his head. Izer squeaked out a giggle and disappeared with a pop.
Albus pulled his best friend into an embrace whispering, "You've got to tell me all about this." Minerva nodded with a grin. Gathering Hermione up with a arm across the smaller witch's shoulder, she said, "We need to get changed." She looked over at her cousin who was giving her a great smile and asked, "Take them to the living room. Ask Livvy and Izer..." She trailed off thinking of her errant elf. Shaking her head, she continued, "Ask them to prepare a snack for our guests." A pop reverberated throughout the hall as the elves in quesion appeared with trays of snacks and drinks. Angus winked at his cousin, "Way ahead of ya!" Chuckling, Minerva McGonagall looked down at her love and said, "Well Fiance, how about we go get changed? Hmmmm?" Hermione grinned and took Minerva's hand, "I totally agree Fiance." Angus laughed as he shepherded the group back into the living room. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched as his cousin and the love of her life started up the grand staircase hand in hand.
This was how is was supposed to be.
-to be continued
AN: Well? Remember y'all be nice. I'm plumb wore out from all this romance. Whew!