AN: When I picture Hermione & Minerva in my head, I see Emma Watson as Hermione. However, my Minerva has much of Maggie Smith's personality and voice but her physical features are that of a drawing I saw on Deviantart . com.
Go to: ehay . deviantart .com/art/professor-mcgonagall-89110629 to see what my Minerva looks like. This artist is amazing!
THE TIES THAT BIND
Chapter 11
SANDUVALL ISLAND PART IV
In the early morning hours of the dawn. As the sun peeked just over the horizon casting tendrils of gold, orange and crimson flickering across the surface of the Caribbean Sea. The sounds of the surf crashing against the beach was the first thing she was aware of in the peaceful comfort of her slumber. The next thing was the strong arm wrapped around her waist and soft, silver spiked hair resting on her naked shoulder. A sweet smile crept across the lovely features of Jean Granger as she remembered the previous day and night. Sighing with a deep satisfaction, she snuggled closer to her lover. Yes, that was it. She had taken Rolanda Hooch to her bed. They had made love throughout the night.
Passionate and savage.
Fierce and possessive.
Tender and gentle.
Rolanda was all those things and so much more. Jean felt a tear escape her dark chocolate eye and slowly meander down her cheek. Now she finally understood what Hermione had meant...
'It's like nothing you've ever felt before mum. Loving a woman is complicated but powerful. An amazingly spiritual merging of souls so deeply that you think you may die and not care...'
Jean had been worried about not knowing the actual mechanics involved with being with another woman but Hermione had only laughed and said, 'Don't worry mum you'll figure it out. Rolanda has been so patient, let her guide you.'
The elder Granger smiled as she remembered the dreamy look Hermione's beautiful face took on. There had been a glow shining in her daughter's expressive dark eyes as she had said, 'When Minerva and I make love, it's almost as if she leaves a piece of her soul for me to watch over, to protect... and I do the same for her... it's deep and rich and a joining of not only bodies, but of the very essence of who we are. I have never felt anything as intensely as what I feel for her...'
Hermione had told her that she and Rolanda would figure it out together... and she was right.
So wrapped up in her thoughts of the previous evening, that she didn't even realize that her lover was awake and listening.
To the sound of her heart beating.
To the deep satisfied sigh of a weary traveler who's finally reached their destination.
"I love you, you know." Hooch spoke turning her head slightly and placing a tender kiss beside a rapidly hardening coral colored nipple. She smiled slightly as the skin around that lovely bud gathered in on itself and puckered. Raising her head, yellow, hawk-like eyes met with loving deep brown. Rolanda felt tears well up as she gazed into the eyes of pure love.
"I love you too." Came the whispered reply as Jean Granger leaned down a bit and captured Rolanda's sweet lips in an ardent yet tender kiss. The older witch pulled her lover over until Jean was on top of her. Skin meeting skin, soft and silky. Breasts pressing together, hardened nipples scraping together sending jolts of arousal like an electric current through sensitive nerve endings.
"Care to go again?" Rolanda whispered, grinning madly.
Her lover's response was to pull her into a searing, mind-blowing kiss that spoke louder than any words and conveyed Jean Granger's answer quite nicely.
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Meanwhile, one floor above...
Minerva McGonagall propped herself up on her elbow and gazed down at the beautiful witch sleeping peacefully beside her. The young woman's magnificent chestnut mane splaying about her pillow like a golden brown halo. The older witch once again thanking the spirits for the true blessing that her Hermione was. A young woman who had captured not only the fierce heart of the Scottish witch but her soul as well. Willingly captive and bound to this amazing young creature. So innocent and peaceful in sleep. So eager and alive when awake.
A single tear gathered in a sparkling emerald eye as the older witch gently caressed a baby soft cheek. A tear no one other than this sweet creature beside her would ever be privileged to see. Her heart melted as Hermione pursed her plump lips in her sleep... unconsciously mimicking sweet kisses. Minerva couldn't help herself. She had to feel those delightful lips beneath her own. Ever so gently, she placed a soft kiss to the honey sweetness of Hermione's mouth.
Minerva could feel the magic pulsing between them. Each time she and Hermione joined, their bonding grew in strength. There were times when she and her young fiance were so connected, it was difficult sometimes to tell where one ended and the other began. She smiled as she felt Hermione begin to respond to her touch with a quiet moan.
The young witch opened warm chocolate eyes and gazed into the most loving emerald green she'd ever seen. Smiling, she whispered, "Hey you..." A small hand reached out and tangled in long flowing ebony silkiness that had been deliciously mussed during last night's doings.
"Hey yourself."
The young woman looked up into the lovely face of her future. A deep contented sigh escaped her lips as she said in a quite voice, "I'm going to love being married to you." She watched a joyful smile blossom on the elegant features of her fiance.
"As will I."
Hermione flashed the infamous "Cheshire Cat" grin as she held her arms out to Minerva, "In that case I suggest we practice our "honeymoon" moves." She giggled at the leer her fiance shot at her before finding herself on the receiving end of a powerful and passionate kiss and feeling the sensual curves of the larger woman cover her own.
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Molly and Arthur sat in comfortable deck chairs on the first floor balcony. It had been their habit for many years now to get up and enjoy the sun rising together. Sitting side by side in comfortable silence, they took in the fantastic colors of a Caribbean sunrise. Colors so fantastic that they only could be created by the greatest magic of all... Heaven.
Arthur had a thought that he wanted to speak to his wife about... "Molly Luv?" He smiled as he watched his loving wife turn her head to look at him. Curiosity twinkling in her crystal blue eyes.
"Yes dear?"
Grinning the Weasley patriarch scratched his thinning red head, "Do you feel it?" He was referring to the powerful waves of sexual energy that were moving throughout the villa. He wondered if Molly felt it as strongly as he did.
"Feel whut?" Molly replied. She had a notion of what her husband was speaking of, but she wanted to draw him out. She loved watching him get flustered over this kind of subject matter. It had happened in the past when he'd tried to explain "the birds and the bees" to his sons. Molly herself, never had that kind of trepidation. The Prewitts were a family that talked about everything. Whether you wanted to or not!
Arthur's face reddened as he cocked his head towards the interior of the villa. "You know... the..." He hesitated. He was never good at this. He even had trouble when Molly sent him to the market to buy feminine hygiene products!
Molly persisted, "The whut?" Her blue eyes dancing with mischief.
Arthur's face was now beet red as he answered, "The... the.. sex magic?"
His wife threw her head back, her wavy titian hair flowing down her back, and laughed... hard!
The red haired man's mouth curled up in a silly grin as he watched the love of his life spill her mirth, "Well do you?"
Molly nodded as she brought her chuckles under control. Wiping her eyes, she replied, "I do. It's amazing." She smiled in a motherly way as she said, "I can feel Harry and Ginny... it's very young and inexperienced, but eager..."
Arthur nodded and asked, "You don't think Ginny is too young?" The over protective father in him making an appearance.
His wife shook her head, "They're going to get married. One of these days Harry will pluck up the courage and ask her. Hopefully before she gets tired of waiting and hexes him!" She grinned as her husband snorted. Smiling, she continued, "George got quite lucky with his little blonde beach witch..." She shook her head at her son's antics and added, "I could feel humor and a laid back sense from the girl... um from George there was a sense of completion." She frowned realizing in that moment just how empty her son felt.
Arthur picked up on his wife's changing mood. He knew some of how George felt. How alone he was without Fred. He shrugged saying, "You know if Miss Barr can make him feel better, than so be it."
Molly nodded reluctantly. She'd need to get to know this American. Maybe Arthur was right.
Her husband smiled and asked, "What do you feel about the others?" He loved it when Molly used her "Prewitt Magic" like this. It was so insightful. Generally she was never wrong in her assessment of people. It made her extremely valuable during the war when new order members were considered.
Molly grinned as she focused her power, "Well the most powerful by far is Minerva and Hermione..." She paused, her twinkling eyes bright as she felt the waves of sexual energy coming from the third floor, "If I'm not mistaken, they are indulging at this very moment!"
Arthur's eyes widened, "Stop peeking!" He screeched in embarrassment.
Molly giggled saying, "I'm not peeking! I can feel their magic..." She closed her eyes, "It is powerful, passionate and very, very primal. The bonding between them is strong. Minerva see's Hermione as her mate, as the one she will have children with. The animagus in her is quite overwhelming in this..." Her pretty face relaxed into a huge smile as a joyous sensation washed over her, "Hermione is so full of love... the majority of it directed solely at Minerva. It's pure and good and amazingly strong. She will never love another. Even if she looses Minerva somehow, Hermione will never love another."
Arthur's mouth dropped at what his wife was saying.
Molly felt a tear trickle down her face as she whispered, "They are life mates. Minerva finally feels complete. She loves her "kitten" deeply. For the first time in her life, the aching loneliness that has followed her throughout her life has disappeared. Hermione's love has saved her soul from such desperate despair." She wiped away the tear and smiled ruefully.
Arthur leaned over and pecked her cheek, "It's alright luv... Go on." He urged.
Molly focused away from Minerva and Hermione. Although the truth be told, she could bask in that sensation all day. Smiling, she sensed out another couple. With a huge grin she exclaimed, "Jean and Rolanda are together! Oh Arthur, they made love! I can feel it... it's so wonderfully ecstatic!"
Arthur felt laughter bubble up, "It's about bloody time! Those two have been dancing around each other for a year now!" He was very happy for the new lovers. There was one couple remaining and he was intensely curious about them, "What about Ron and Dawn?" He raised an eyebrow as he watched Molly sober.
The red haired witch looked at him with a deadly serious expression, "Ron needs to be careful. I know patience isn't exactly something he has in abundance." She noticed the quizzical expression on her husband's face. With a sad sigh, she stated, "You cannot repeat what I'm about to tell you. Alright?" She waited for his nod before continuing, "Jean and I had a very frank conversation about those two." She closed her eyes once again. A deep sorrow washed over her. So deep Arthur felt it too.
"What is it?" He questioned as he leaned close.
Molly's eyes teared up as she spoke, "When Dawn was fifteen, she was raped." She saw her husband's eyes widen with a myriad of emotions... shock, anger, fear, grief. With a sad shake of her head, she continued, "Her boyfriend at the time slipped some sort of muggle drug into her drink when she wasn't looking."
Arthur was angry. Very angry. "What happened?" He demanded, the father in him instantly enraged at the pain and hurt experienced by someone he considered "one of his own".
Molly rarely saw her husband this angry. She reached over and patted his knee, "Easy dear." Seeing him calm down a bit, she went on, "John Granger nearly killed the boy. The boy's parents called the police. Tests were taken showing that there was a drug in Dawn's system but no one could prove that he'd done it. Because of that, the boy's parents didn't prosecute John. They did send the boy off to boarding school. Everyone knew he'd done it, but..." She trailed off and Arthur finished her sentence.
"No one would step forward and point the finger."
"Exactly." Molly confirmed as she continued, "The damage was done though. Now Dawn is afraid of being hurt again. I know Ron wouldn't deliberately harm her but..." She knew that the sexual excitement of a young man could be hard to handle sometimes.
Arthur nodded, understanding completely. A thought came to mind, "Does he know? Does Hermione know?"
Molly shook her head, "I don't think so. I think Dawn is afraid to tell them. I'm not really sure why Hermione hasn't been told unless Jean was afraid her oldest daughter might react magically against the boy. In Ron's case I think Dawn is afraid that if he finds out she's not a virgin, he won't want her."
Arthur leaned back in his chair and stared out at the sunrise for a long moment. Finally he said, "I think she under estimates him."
... On the second floor balcony, directly above them, Ron Weasley wiped away the tear that were trickled down his face.
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Later in the morning, the group assembled on the first floor balcony to enjoy a leisurely breakfast. Molly kept glancing at her youngest son. He was unusually quiet and his eyes were quite red. Leaning towards him, she asked, "Alright dear?"
The young man looked up at his mother and nodded saying, "Just thinking about the match." It wasn't true though. He was thinking about the young woman he found himself in love with. He was thinking about the hell she'd gone through and how he could help her. He didn't want anyone to know that he was aware of what happened to Dawn just yet. So he simply diverted the conversation to the upcoming match against the Americans.
Hearing his friend's remark, Harry perked up, "Yeah it'll be fun!" The young man glanced around the table trying to figure out who was going to play what. Rolanda saw his expression and grinned, nudging Minerva in the ribs in the process.
"Ow! What?" The older witch shot the royal fish eye at her friend.
Grinning, Rolanda said, "Harry's trying to figure where to put everyone."
The young man mentioned blushed deep red, "Uh..."
Ginny rolled her eyes, "Honestly!" She raised an eyebrow and surveyed the group. Pointing at Harry, she said, "Seeker." She pointed at Ron and stated, "Keeper." Next she went to Minerva, "Beater with George." She pointed at the grinning Hooch and said, "Chaser with me and dad." With that, she sat down.
Chuckling, Rolanda said, "I guess that settles that then hmmm?"
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Minerva sighed as she sat astride her broom. The club in her hand felt warm and familiar. Bringing to mind games from the past. She smiled to herself, then glanced towards the villa at the remaining people. Hermione, Jean, Molly and Dawn all stood on the third floor balcony to watch.
The Caribbean Sea served as the quiddich pitch. Impressive hoops sprouted up out of the ocean. Transfigured by Minerva from seaweed. The group was waiting for the Americans to show up and had decided to get in a wee bit of practice. She watched Harry zoom by on his firebolt chasing the snitch.
George Weasley flew over to his former professor, "So McG. Are you ready?" The look he got set him off into delighted chuckles.
Their conversation was interupted by the arrival of the Americans. Seven young men and women flew by and around the Hogwarts group before landing on the beach in front of the villa. Harry and the others followed suit.
The two groups stood looking at each other for the longest time before George stepped forward, "Oh for pity's sake!" He stood between the groups and made introductions, "Hello. My name is George Weasley. I will be playing beater." He smiled winningly at the Americans who loosened up a bit.
A young man, obviously the leader, stepped forward. He was tallish with wavy black hair and piercing clear blue eyes. Flashing a killer smile, he said, "I'm Dirk." He looked up at the women peering down from the third floor and pointed directly at Hermione, "And you sweet thing are gorgeous!" He grinned at her, not noticing the black look shot his way by a certain animagus. Thumping himself on the chest, he stated, "Chaser." Pointing back at his group, he said, "Step forward. Tell them who you are and where you're playing." He shot a wink up to Hermione and moved back to his group. Suddenly he slapped at his neck, "Damn mosquitos!"
He didn't see the evil smirk shooting his way from a certain Headmistress. Rolanda did though. "Behave yourself!" She hissed.
Minerva shot an innocent eyebrow up and hissed back, "No man who calls himself "Dirt" deserves my mercy. Especially if he's going to flirt with MY fiance."
Rolanda rolled her eyes, "His name is D-I-R-K."
By this time another American stepped forward. A buxom blonde witch with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She smiled over at Candi and said, "I'm Sissy. I'm a beater. Candi is my sister." She pointed towards a young man with a blonde buzz cut and the same blue eyes saying, "That's my brother Heath. He plays seeker."
Molly rolled her eyes, "Oh my gawd! Candi, Sissy and Heath Barr???"
The group from Hogwarts sniggered along with said siblings, Candi, who'd been sitting on the front steps of the villa, shrugged and said, "Mom and Dad had a funky sense of humor. They were hippies." She giggled along with her sister. Heath Barr simply shook his head.
A tall, thin young man with shoulder length light brown hair and deep green eyes nodded and said, "Yo dudes and dudettes! Names Ryan. I'm a keeper! Yo! yo!" He shot a thumbs up and elbowed the young man beside him.
Minerva looked at Rolanda.
Rolanda looked at Minerva and whispered, "Yo yo?"
A short, chunky young man with round glasses and spikey red hair stepped forward and announced, "My name is Titus. Everyone calls me Turtle." He surveyed all the red heads on the opposite team and asked, "We wouldn't somehow be cousins or something?" He grinned at the expression on Arthur's face and added, "I'm a beater."
Next, two young men stepped forward. The first was short with Brown hair and eyes. He muttered his name, "Seth. I play chaser."
The second young man had coffee colored skin, dreds and dancing hazel eyes, "My name is Kyell." There was a slight Caribbean accent to his voice as he finished by saying, "I am also a chaser."
The Americans looked at the Brits with curiosity. George grinned and took up introductions. He pointed at his father, Ron and Ginny saying, "The red heads are my dad Arthur, my brother Ron and my sister Ginny." He grinned at Turtle and said, "You never can tell. Who knows? We might be distantly related. Depends on how well you play quiddich."
The young man with the round glasses shot George a grin as the Weasley continued, "That gorgeous creature with the spiked hair is Rolanda Hooch. She'll be playing chaser." He grinned mischieviously and said, "I saved our two celebrities for last." He sauntered over to Minerva, "This wonderous creature is Minerva McGonagall. She will be playing beater with me." He lowered his voice to an exaggerated whisper and added, "She also happens to be Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." That got him a sharp elbow to the ribs knocking the wind out of him.
Candi grinned at the expressions on her siblings faces. The others in her group were taken aback as well. All except Dirk who raised an eyebrow and snorted.
George took a deep breath and made his last introduction, "Our seeker is Harry Potter." He snickered at their opponent's various reactions.
"What?"
"Oh shit!"
"Yo man.. cool!"
"Don't worree.. Eets just ah name mahn."
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To say Minerva McGonagall was irritated would be an understatment. That young American just wouldn't leave her Hermione alone. Even after her fiance shot the handsome, but arrogant chaser a single finger with a universal meaning. Growling, she turned her attention back to the game.
George grinned cheekily as he watched his former professor snort her disgust at the forward actions and flirtations of one Dirk the chaser. Every time the young man scored or did something good, he would fly by the women gathered on the third floor of the villa and show off on his broom. He couldn't wait to see just how much McGonagall was going to take before she went off. As the young American once again flew by the women at the villa, George watched as Dirk blew Hermione kisses.
That was enough.
Minerva saw red. Gripping her club, she dove after a bludger and sent it screaming right into the young chaser's broom stick. Shattering it into tiny shards and toothpick size bits. The young man plummeted into the cool waters of the Caribbean Sea.
He came up sputtering. Looking to see who'd done that. He spied the black haired older witch coming towards him. Skimming across the surface of the water. She stopped a few feet away and said, "Sorry Dirt, it got away from me." She raised an elegant eyebrow and flew back up to her position. Somehow he got the feeling that she wasn't sorry at all. His suspicions were confirmed when George flew down and offered him a ride to shore.
"There's something you need to know my friend." George said as he dropped the young man on the beach. Dirk looked up at the man as he hovered above. Grinning the red haired man said, "Hermione is Minerva's fiance. They're getting married in about a month or so." He winked and added, "Just thought you'd like to know."
The handsome young American shook his fist up at Minerva and screamed, "IT'S DIRK NOT DIRT!!"
He leaped out of the way as another bludger slammed into the sand right beside him.
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Without their star player, the American team easily fell to the team from Hogwarts. Dejectedly, the loosers went back to their own villa to give their flirty captain a good talking to.
The Hogwarts team found themselves gathered around a blazing bonfire. Each couple sitting together, passing drinks and food back and forth. There was a sense of pride and happiness in the air.
Molly found herself sitting on a blanket next to her husband. Patting his knee she said, "I'm very proud of you dear, You did quite well."
Arthur grinned happily, "I'm just glad I didn't fall off my broom. I never was a very good flyer."
Ginny snorted, "Ha! You did right fine! Flew the dreds right off that Kyell mahn!" Her remarks earned her chuckles from the group. She snuggled into Harry's side and said, "I'm glad you caught the snitch before that Heath Barr did."
Harry laughed until his eyes teared up. He managed to say, "It would've been right embarrassing to be bested by some guy named after a chocolate candy." More laughter rippled throughout the group.
Jean glanced at Minerva and Hermione. Her daughter was tucked between the older witch's legs. Minerva's arms were wrapped rather possessively around Hermione's mid-section. They were feeding each other bits of this and that. Smirking, Jean sank back into her lover's arms saying, "You've got a right nasty streak don't you?"
Hermione and Minerva looked up to see who the question was directed to. Surprise caused both sets of eyebrows to climb as they realized Jean Granger was staring rather fixedly at the Headmistress.
Minerva blushed a bit, tightened her hold and replied, "I've got something worth protecting and no man named Dirt is going to take it from me."
The whole group chorused, "IT'S DIRK!!!"
Laughter echoed up and down the lovely beaches of Sanduvall Island.
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-to be continued
AN: I'm taking them back to Scotland next. Got a wedding to get ready for. Thanks for the support and all the kind words. Y'all are the best!
