AN: What a response! Y'all are awesome sauce! Thank you to The Real Snape for helping me with my speeling (grin!). U R 2 kewell! Now it's Hermione's turn... Kudos to the great Gina Dartt for "Mickey and Minnie". Special thank you to Marble & Toast for all the encouragement. You're the best Sweet Pea! ;D

THE TIES THAT BIND

Chapter 5

SWEET NOTHINGS

Hermione Granger stared down at the still form of her fiance lying spread eagle on the bed. Gorgeous, naked Minerva McGonagall lying there with her skin flushed pink from the mind blowing orgasm she'd just experienced. There was just one problem...

She wasn't moving.

The young witch couldn't tell if her lover was even breathing!

She sat back on her haunches and whispered, "Minerva?" Her voice had a tiny quiver to it. The deep, chocolate colored eyes of the young woman widened as a sudden thought came to her mind. "Are you dead?" She asked in a quavering, gasp. Leaning down, she placed two fingers at the older witch's pulse point on her neck.

Minerva McGonagall opened her emerald eyes. Never had she ever lost consciousness after an orgasm! She focused her gaze on the young witch staring down at her with wide, frightened eyes. A large smile made it's way over the elegantly mussed features of the older witch. "If I am dead, then I cannot imagine a more lovely afterlife." With that, she reached out and gathered the beautiful young woman close. "Come here to me." She pulled Hermione into a comforting embrace saying, "That was absolutely astounding!" Raising a quizzical eyebrow, she asked, "Just where did you learn that?"

Grinning, Hermione felt herself enveloped in the warm embrace of the woman she was going to spend the rest of her life with. A cheeky grin manifested itself over her lovely features as she answered, "Fred and George had these "pictures"." She giggled and continued, "During my third year, Ginny and I found them and looked." A cute blush bloomed and turned her soft cheeks a nice pinkish red. She ran a hand through her unruly curls and added, "I have some books too."

She smiled as she felt insistent fingers unfastening the clasp of her lacy, black bra, "What are you doing?" She asked pulling back so she could look into Minerva's lust darkened eyes.

There was a sparkling, mischievious grin on the older witch's face. "I am releasing your magnificent breasts from their prison so that I might reacquaint myself with Mickey and Minnie." Pausing at another thought, "Pictures?..." She grinned as she thought of the Weasley twins and whatever "pictures" they might have possessed and said, "Severus Snape confiscated certain "pictures" during your fifth year, I wonder if they were the same?" She grinned ferally at the incredulous expression on Hermione's face.

Hermione's eyes widened at this. Then she remembered Minerva's names for her breasts, "How do you know about Mickey and Minnie?"

Minerva cocked her head, "I would have thought that you, of all people, would have known that Walter Disney was a wizard."

Hermione shook her head, "I'm not surprised." She then broke into giggles as her lover ran the tips of her long, slender fingers up her sides, "That tickles!" The young witch felt herself rolled onto her back and her bra gently pulled away.

Minerva rose up on her knees and gazed down at her lover. "So beautiful." She mumbled bringing Hermione's bra up for a closer inspection. "Victoria's Secret?" Smiling, she added with a twinkle, "I rather like this kind of secret." Grinning brightly as her young lover let out another chuckle. "Certainly giddy tonight are you not?"

Hermione smiled happily, "I'm with you... that's the best place I can think of being." She closed her eyes as her lover leaned down and began placing soft kisses across her collar bone. The next thing the young woman felt was Minerva's stunning body covering her own. "Oh yes...." She hissed, arousal lacing her tone. The sensation of Minerva's body, pressed against her own was... addicting.

"Indeed." Minerva murmured as her skilled lips made their way to the soft skin of her lover's neck. Kissing and nuzzling, she continued to explore the sensitive areas that made the young witch squirm. Tracing a blazing trail over Hermione's heated skin. Pausing at "Mickey" she licked her lips hungrily. "Mein bhean."*

Hermione gasped as she felt her lover's raspy tongue swirling in maddeningly slow circles around the tender areola of her left breast. Minerva's tongue wasn't as soft as her own. It was slightly rough, cat-like. She reasoned that, that was due to her animagus form. Not that she would ever mention it to her. Minerva was self conscious enough about things like this. Feeling wetness gathering down below, her thoughts were abruptly brought back to the delicious sensations her fiance was lavishing upon her.

She ran her small hands over the warm skin of the older witch's back and shoulders, feeling the steely muscle beneath dove softness.

Her fingers felt the uneven bump of scar tissue. She did not pause. Her lover was indeed, extremely self conscious of the marks left on her body from skirmishes with dark forces in years past. The particular series of marks currently under her fingers were stark reminders of Dolores Umbridge's evil reign. There were twin marks on Minerva's chest as well. With tender care, Hermione ran her fingertips over these bumps; badges of honor really, with a gentle, loving touch.

Minerva felt the young witch's hands upon her back. Her scars in particular. Hermione's touch was arousing, even there. A place on her body touched by the evil of the past. The older witch knew that the younger woman did not see the darkness in those marks. Only the honor that went into obtaining them. For that reason and that reason alone, Minerva did not object to her lover's ministrations.

Hermione did not linger there, she knew if she did, Minerva would surely say something. Instead, she ran her hands down the long, naked body covering her own so delightfully.

Minerva pulled the young witch's plump, engorged nipple into her eager mouth. Rolling her tongue in slow, teasing circles, she savored the pleasure she felt at giving Hermione such bliss. Gently, she closed her teeth on the tender bit of flesh and squeezed ever so slightly...

Hermione moaned, grasping Minerva's compact, yet nicely muscled backside. The older witch's answering groan inflamed her even more, so she squeezed the rounded muscle a little bit harder.

"Oh...my.. Mmmmmm." Came Minerva's deep, slightly incoherant rumble. The older witch was very busy attending to the lovely pink nipple between her teeth. She loved the fact that Hermione was so responsive to her touch. Even more, she loved the small hands on her rump. Languidly, she moved across her lover's chest. Placing deep, wet kisses to every inch of skin within reach. Savoring the salty, yet elusively sweet taste. Finally, she moved to attend to "Minnie."

"Oh Minerva...." Came an aroused whisper. Hermione delighted in Minerva's touch. The older witch was so skilled, so passionate yet loving and gentle with her. She always had been. Even from the beginning. Pleasure rolled through her body in hot waves. Minerva was such a wonderful lover!

The older witch reveled in her lover's body. And oh, what a body! Sensuous, silky curves that ran on and on. Soft and supple. Minerva wrapped her arms around her fiance and rolled onto her back, bringing Hermione up to straddle her hips.

The young witch gazed into heated emerald and asked in a saucy tone, "What are you up to my lover?" The answer to her question was made clear as she felt strong hands on her hips urging her to scoot up Minerva's body.

Elegant, powerful hands glided over heated gooseflesh.

Up heaving flanks, behind to the back and up over the shoulders.

Down her front, pausing at her ample breasts for a teasing caress and squeeze.

Back to her flanks and finally to rest on the womanly hips.

Scorching emerald locked onto melting chocolate. "Bring your knees to either side of my head." The older witch instructed in a deeply aroused tone.

Hermione complied, finally realizing what her lover had in mind. "Oh... Tabby." She whispered as she positioned her tingling womanhood directly over her fiance's ready mouth. Reaching out, she grasped the mahogany headboard in a white knuckled grip. Feeling that deliciously raspy tongue sliding through her folds, she threw her head back and groaned her pleasure.

"Ohhhhh." The young witch moaned, gasping as she felt that wonderfully maddening tongue in and around, on and about, this way and that!

Her hips began thrusting of their own accord as Minerva drove Hermione to heights of blissful pleasure never before experienced. "I love you!" The young witch whispered as she felt the waves building.

Minerva could feel her lover tensing. She was close. Using the hold she had on Hermione's hips, the older witch pulled her lover down harder against her mouth. Devouring her. Finding a nourishment there that fed her very soul. Deeper, she plunged her tongue into the young woman's burning centre. Passion swirled wildly, crashing like the ocean. In and out. Ebbing and flowing like the tide.

A sacrament.

Older than time itself.

Minerva pushed her lover into an explosion of light and sound. Of pure pleasure. Of deep and abiding love.

Hermione could stand it no longer. Her back arched into a taut bow string, nipples ached with needy hardness. Her head thrown back, the wild mane tumbling over her shoulders, chocolate eyes squeezed shut. She wailed her completion in a long, loud moan.

Minerva wasn't done with her.

Oh no.

Before the young witch had a chance to recover, Minerva rose up. Pushing Hermione onto her back. The long, beautiful body then covered the smaller one. Stretching out along the left side. A strong hand cupped the younger witch's thobbing sex for a moment before two fingers gently penetrated the heated depths of the young woman's still pulsing core.

Pushing deeper than ever before. Finding that one spot that drove Hermione nearly insane with lustful pleasure. Again, in and out, the thrusting was insistent in intent. Minerva's body unconsciously matched the thrusting of her hand. Her pelvis ground against Hermione's hip leaving a silky trail of her own wet arousal on the soft skin of her lover.

Together they moved against each other.

A symphony of desire. The delicious sensation of the melding of souls.

Poetry.

A connection strengthened once more.

Love making in it's truest form.

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Some time later the lovers found themselves lying quietly at the wrong end of the bed. Pillows kicked to the floor. Bedsheets wrapped amid silky, cooling skin. The flickering light of the waning fire cast the room in an ethereal glow. Here and there the ever changing shadows danced amongst themselves completely oblivious to the joy that permeated the bedroom.

Hermione Granger felt herself ensconced in her fiance's loving embrace. Long, sleek legs entangled with her own creating the effect of them as one being... one soul. In many ways they were. At least that was how the young witch looked at it. Each time she and Minerva joined, the cleaving of their souls became deeper. She loved the older woman. With everything that was in her.

Minerva McGonagall gazed down at the bushy chestnut curls splayed across her full breasts. Somewhere beneath the soft, lavender smelling melange, her young lover's beautiful face was set in an expression of sated contentment. Smiling softly, she ran a tender hand through the tangled tresses. Stroking her fingers in a slow, gentle rhythm. She felt Hermione's jaw twitch against her chest as the young woman smiled.

"I love it when you do that." The soft voice of the young witch interupted the peaceful milieu.

Minerva smiled, "Do what?"

Sighing, Hermione raised her head to gaze into pools of emerald love, "When you touch me with such tenderness." Her cheeks quirked upward as she smiled lovingly and added, "You are so gentle with me."

Minerva slowly ran the back of her index and middle finger down the delicate cheek of the young witch. With a wry smile, she replied, "One does not need to be rough to express one's passion." There was so much of "Professor McGonagall" in the tone of her lover's voice, that Hermione began to snicker.

Raising an inquiring eyebrow, Minerva snorted, "What is so funny?" The "tone" was still there.

Hermione broke in to full fledged belly laughs.

Both elegant eyebrows climbed up the older witch's forehead. She had no idea what Hermione thought was so funny. Obviously it was something she had just said... but what? "I fail to see what is so humorous."

Hermione howled, tears of mirth rolling down her cheeks. Trying to catch her breath, she rolled out of Minerva's arms. Propping herself up on an elbow, she said between chuckles, "Professor McGonagall just made an appearance. I'm picturing you in the classroom in nothing but a sheet with your wand raised..." She giggled, then added, "Then you look down at yourself and realize just what you are wearing." Grinning, she raised herself to rest on her knees. Wandlessly, she accio'd Minerva's spectacles and perched them on the end of her nose. She, then, placed her hands on her hips and in her best "McGonagall" imitation said, "I FAIL TO SEE WHAT IS SO HUMOROUS!"

Grinning at her fiance's impersonation of herself, Minerva lunged at her wife to be, saying, "I'll show you humorous! Saucy witch!"

Laughing, the lover's playfully rolled around the king size bed tickling each other's special "spots". Touching and caressing. Just enjoying each other. Arms and legs, once again, found themselves in a joyful tangle.

Their wrestling match ended abruptly at the loud crashing of an owl against their bedroom window.

Startled, both witches released each other and grabbed their wands staring at the glass. Glass that had very large brown owl splattered over it.

A rather familiar owl.

Errol.

Molly Weasley's owl.

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-to be continued

AN: (My woman)*