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THE TIES THAT BIND

Chapter 19

THE WEDDING NIGHT

Albus Dumbledore fastened his twinkly blue gaze on his dearest friend and her new wife. They were holding each other close as they danced to a soft tune that Dawn Granger had chosen. The grand ballroom never looked as beautiful. The McGonagall elves had really outdone themselves. More than likely a few discrete suggestions from a certain portrait or two contributed to the splendor.

The newlyweds were glowing. Their bonding now permanent. Their magic fused making both witches even more powerful than before.

The light surrounding them was a warm golden brilliance of pure love that spread outward like ripples in the water. It permeated his very soul causing a huge goofy grin to bisect his whiskered face. There was something else present as well. Something about Hermione... another glow.

The glow of a new life.

Albus raised his eyebrows and wondered if anyone else saw it. Glancing over at Molly Weasley he noticed the red haired woman's deep concentration as she watched Minerva and Hermione dance. Suddenly she too broke out in a goofy grin. Two sets of crystal blue eyes met across the grand ballroom with a "knowing" expression.

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Meanwhile... deep inside Hermione's womb the second egg finally peeked out of the end of it's Falopian Tube and into the vast expanse known as Hermione McGonagall's uterus.

"Is is safe to come out then?"

Another voice answered, deep and very male, "Where have you been?"

The little egg floated into the dark space looking for it's compatriot. Off to one side was...Hmmm?

"What happened to you?"

The egg was larger and glowing. Shortly after meeting a certain Scot, it had begun dividing at an alarming rate. The larger egg divided again and replied, "Umm... ya see there was this Scotsman and some liquor and uh..."

The tiny egg stared up at it's brother and stated in a haughty voice, a touch of a certain brogue coming out, "That is NOT going to happen to me. No one talks me into anything!"

The larger egg sighed, "Of that I have no doubt."

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Minerva and Hermione stood on the dance floor basking in the loving glow that surrounded them. The younger witch's face took on it's famous "Cheshire Cat" grin while the older, but just as lovely, face expressed the "Tabby Cat" smile.

"I love you my wife." Hermione stated, chocolate eyes sparkling. She reached up and traced Minerva's golden head piece, "You look so noble, so regal..."

Minerva smiled as her eyes traveled over her young wife's spectacular dress, "You look amazing." Elegant, nimble fingers traced some of the bead work at Hermione's hip.

The young woman smiled softly, "This was Sarah Griffin's wedding dress. Mum's been saving it all these years."

Minerva looked up in surprise, "Sarah Griffin you say?"

Hermione nodded her dark eyes twinkling, "I guess mum figured with all the pop and circumstance it would fit right in."

Minerva grinned brightly, then turned and gazed out over the grand room. It appeared that they were alone, "Hmmmm? Where did everyone go?"

Hermione followed her wife's glance, her beautiful face taking on a mischievious expression, "Maybe we should escape while we still can?"

Her playful manner was just a wee bit contagious as Minerva sighed and let out a smirk. Needing no more encouragement, she swept her wife into her arms and carried her out of the grand ballroom....

....and straight into chaos!

Their small wedding party stood in the elegant marble tiled entry hall banging on pots and pans! All of the group, including Jean and Dawn Granger were wildly beating on kitchenware with wooden spoons... including the elves. The portraits in the entry hall were clapping and yelling, adding to the rabble.

Angus McGonagall floated above everyone's head whistling raucously.

Hermione giggled as Minerva rolled her eyes and proceeded to carry her wife up the mahagony steps of the grand staircase. The couple paused midway and shared a deep, passionate kiss to the delight of the noisemakers below.

Albus Dumbledore, holding a saute pan exclaimed, "Let the games begin!"

Molly Weasley shot the older wizard a raised eyebrow as she banged on her frying pan wondering if the old coot even remembered how.

Dawn Granger grinned up at Ron as she banged on the large stew pot he held in his large hands.

Harry Potter's face screwed up into a leer as he thought about "games".

Ginny Weasley, seeing his expression, grinned wickedly and banged just a wee bit harder on her sauce pan.

Rolanda Hooch let out a wolf whistle as she started tapping out "Get Down On It" with her spoon on the stock pot she held.

Izer, Livvy, Sipsy, Igon, Ivar and a tiny elf named Doodleberry danced an elvish two-step to their own version of the song Hooch was beating out.

Minerva and Hermione grinned at each other and shared another quick kiss.

"Take me to our room lover." Hermione purred to the delight of the group that had begun to ascend the stairs.

Hastily Minerva McGonagall carried her wife securely in her powerful arms up the remaining stairs and headed down the hallway on the second floor.

Unfortunately not fast enough as the little group of rabble rousers followed, as well as deceased family members...

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Edeen McGonagall whispered saucily from a wooden framed painting of a tree.

Finally Minerva reached the door that opened to another smaller staircase. This one led to her and Hermione's bed chamber. The older witch turned with her precious cargo and said, "This is where we say, good evening."

Grinning, Molly Weasley said, "There's one more tradition..." In typical "mum" fashion, she reached into the depthless pockets of her dress robes and pulled out a small parcel wrapped in one of the wedding napkins. Unwrapping it, the red head stated, "We have to break an oat cake over the bride's head."

Hermione's chocolate eyes widened, "What??" She looked at her mother, then Dawn and finally Molly, "You are not putting oat cake crumbs in my hair!"

Minerva chuckled as she remembered the ritual, "It's a tradition love."

Miffed, Hermione turned her head and looked at her wife, "What kind of tradition says you have to put cake in your hair!"

Chuckles rippled through the assembled group.

"One that wishes the happy couple a long happy life together as well as a fruitful one." Dumbledore stated with a twinkle in his eye and a flourish of his left hand.

Minerva shot him a "look" and muttered, "Fruitful my arse."

Titters sounded from the elves as the elder wizard blushed.

Molly smiled at Hermione, "Don't worry. I'm not going to ruin a hair style that took us so long to get perfect." With that she broke the cake in half and handed the young witch half, "Eat."

The Weasley matriarch took a small piece from her half and passed the remaining portion to the group. Togther, the small group of family and friends ate the oat cake and blessed Minerva and Hermione's union by doing so.

Gently, Minerva set her wife's tiny feet on the floor. Shooting Hermione a wink, she turned to the crowd and said, "This is where we part company. Anyone passing through this door will be transfigured into a garden slug." She narrowed her eyes at Angus and added, "That includes you cousin."

"Aw Minny!"

Raising an imperious eyebrow, the Headmistress replied, "A ghostly slug is just as slimy as a living one... just remember that." The regal witch turned and scooped her wife up, opened the door and stepped across the threshold...

As the door closed, the small group heard a high pitched, very naughty giggle followed by a deep growl.

From the wooden frame Edeen's voice rang out, "McGonagall bairns be on the way!!"

Molly grinned knowingly looking at Albus.

"Hermione is already pregnant."

The group turned as one and faced Dawn Granger.

The youngest Granger grinned, "C'mon! You couldn't see that glow??"

Dumbledore stepped forward and took the young woman's hand, "I think we might want to have you rechecked for magic."

Jean Granger looked shell shocked, "Am I a grandmother already?"

There was a snicker from the portrait and the assembled group faced Minerva's long dead aunt.

Seeing her audience, Edeen McGonagall clasped her hands together and said, "Well ya see, t'was Fiona ya see. She told Minnie t'would be better for her to take the potion the night before because of all the painful changes she'd have to go through."

Dumbledore's clear blue eyes took on a sympathetic cast to them, "Poor Tabby."

Edeen nodded, there was a bit of a twinkle though, "Aye, it hurt for 'bout five minutes, then the fun started."

"Fun?" Jean questioned.

Dawn shook her head and rolled her mocha eyes. Even she knew what Edeen was referring to, "God mum, did you fall off the turnip wagon or whut?"

Her answer was a cuff to the back of her head by Rolanda.

The young woman grinned mischieviously and stated, "If 'Mione is pregnant, then my new big sister has got spot on aim!"

Amid the titters, Albus sighed, "A bull's eye no doubt."

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Minerva carried her lovely bride into their bed chamber. The room was illuminated with dozens of candles floating in various areas of the room. The whole chamber was lit with a warm, inviting glow and the scent of lavender and heather filled their senses.

Gently, the older witch set Hermione's feet on the floor with a deep sigh.

Hearing this, the young witch turned to her wife, "Alright then my love?"

A gentle caress to her soft cheek was her answer.

Smiling happily, the young witch reached into her hair to remove her head piece of Scottish Heather.

"Allow me." Her wife stated as she deftly and gently removed the lovely floral arrangement while whispering an incantation. Instantly the heather was dried. With another spell Minerva sent the arrangment above their bed securely fastened to the mahagony wall panels. As she turned to her wife, the older witch saw that Hermione was unfastening the laces on the back of her gown, "A wee bit ready are we?"

"You have no idea." Came the saucy reply.

A raised eyebrow was the older witch's response causing the younger witch's face to form a cheeky grin. Deliberately, Minerva stepped away from her randy young wife, "Would you like a bit of champagne?"

On the night table next to their bed was an ice bucket filled with a chilling bottle of '86 Dom Perignon. Two crystal flutes sat next to the bucket along with a bowl of beautiful strawberries.

"Mmmm... sounds good. I'd love some." The sound of a gown hitting the floor followed Hermione's statement.

Minerva closed her eyes, feeling her lust surge, knowing her wife was ready and randy. Calming herself, she walked to the night table and pulled the champagne out of the bucket. Popping the cork, she poured two glasses. Suddenly two small hands were around her waist unfastening the silver buckle on her leather belt. Deftly the belt, scabbard and sword were pulled from her body and reverently placed on top of the bureau containing Hermione's dainties.

Turning, Minerva saw that her wife was clad in a silky, sheer white shift, "You are stunning my beautiful wife." She handed Hermione a flute of champagne, then offered her a strawberry, "It enhances the flavor... try it."

Hermione nodded and did as her wife suggested, grinning at the taste, "Wow, that's amazing!"

Minerva leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the young witch's plump lips, "Not as amazing as kissing you."

"Mmmmm" Hermione moaned as she returned Minerva's ardent kiss with passion tasting champagne and strawberries on her wife's loving mouth.

The couple didn't speak or move for long minutes as they worshipped each other's lips and delved deeply with eager tongues.

The young witch grinned as she pulled away saying, "I think I'd better fetch the potion... yes?" At her wife's nod, Hermione slipped into the ensuite where she had her medical stasis bag stashed. Inside was the potion she'd set up the previous evening.

Meanwhile, Minerva sat on the edge of the bed sipping from her flute. The bubbly liquid tickling her nose. She looked up as Hermione returned to the bedroom carrying a familiar dark colored phial.

The young healer looked at Minerva's champagne glass and back to the potion bottle. With a shrug, she uncorked the phial saying, "I bet it tastes way better mixed with Dom Perignon."

Grinning, Minerva held out her flute as her wife poured Merlin's potion into the bubbly drink. Swirling the flute around, Minerva mixed the drink a bit and then said, "Here goes." She downed the drink in one huge gulp grimacing as the vile taste of the potion just refused to allow itself to be masked. "Blee-ack!"

Hermione giggled at the disgusted expression on the older witch's face. Her expression sobered quickly as the look on her wife's face changed... "Are you alright?"

Minerva closed her eyes as she felt a peculiar sensation between her legs. The small testicle was dropping out of it's hiding place in her body. She could feel a pulling sensation as the skin surrounding her bullock stretched a bit forming a protective sac. It was an odd feeling to be sure. She raised an eyebrow and looked into her wife's chocolate eyes, "Rather odd sensation."

Hermione shrugged and replied, "Well, we only have to do this tonight. Then we won't have to do this again until we decide to have children."

Minerva nodded, reaching up to caress her wife's dove soft cheek. In addition to the physical change, Minerva was feeling a deep lust setting in as well. "It's rising." She whispered pulling Hermione into a searing kiss.

The young witch was overwhelmed with Minerva's lust as it rose and washed over her own psyche. Being connected through the bonding allowed them to feel each other's powerful emotions. It was heady and exciting.

With her fingers trembling, Hermione unfastened Minerva's clan pin that held the tartan sash over her shoulders. Removing the fabric with deep respect, she folded it neatly and walked over to her bureau and set it next to the McGonagall sword and scabbard. She turned to see the blackened emerald of her wife's gaze fastened intently upon her. One thing was certainly sure about her wife... Minerva McGonagall was intense!

As she moved back to her wife, she became aware of a heat building in her lower abdomen. A tingling sensation as her womanhood came alive and responded to Minerva's deepening haze of lust.

"Be easy love, I'm working on it." She whispered to her trembling wife.

"Aye love, but it's gettin' stronger." Minerva's brogue was thick and pronounced.

Hermione shot her wife a gentle smile as she unfastened the ruffle at her wife's throat and removed the black vest. These items were levitated to the bureau with a muttered "Wingardium Leviosa."

Minerva's long elegant fingers slipped the shoulder straps from her young wife's tanned shoulders, "You are so beautiful m'lady." The silky shift slid to the floor. A shimmering white puddle around Hermione's delicate ankles.

The heat rushed to Hermione's centre as she felt Minerva's eyes on her exposed skin.

The Headmistress gasped at the spectacular beauty that was her young wife. Soft, tanned skin a glow with love, gorgeous womanly curves that made the older witch's mouth water, ample buttocks that quivered under the gentle grasp of the experienced witch. Generous breasts capped by hardened points pressing against the lacy white of Hermione's bra.

The young witch's chocolate eyes widened as she heard a low growl from her wife. She responded with a soft purr as she knelt between her wife's thighs and began to remove her high black boots. The "Cheshire Cat" grin made an appearance as she asked, "Tell me my wife, what are you wearing under your kilt?"

A mischievious gleam appeared in the darkened emerald of her wife's steamy stare, "You should know by now just how traditional I am my dear."

Hermione threw back her head, tossing her chestnut mane and chuckled. Leave it to her wife to follow tradition to the letter. She removed Minerva's tall boots, then slid her hands up her wife's ankles, along her shins, up over her knees. She paused over the muscular thighs when she heard the older witch moan.

"Want me to stop?"

"HELL NO!"

Grinning, Hermione slid her hands to the soft skin of Minerva's inner thighs and slowly, questing fingers inched higher. Staring up into nearly black eyes, she felt another wave of heat wash over her, "Oh my... Mo ghoal ort Minerva."

Black eyes widened in appreciation at Hermione's use of her native tongue as a shuddering gasp escaped her lips. Hermione's questing fingers had reached their destination and discovered just how much of traditionalist Minerva truly was...

She wasn't wearing anything under her kilt.

"Yessss!" The young witch hissed bringing her mouth to join her hands.

Minerva fell back on the bed, her back arching at the delicious pleasure Hermione was administering to her aching sex.

Hermione kissed her wife's soft folds, then dragged just the tip of her tongue between the older witch's cleft. She slipped her hands to the tops of Minerva's thighs to hold her in place. "Open your legs for me love."

The older witch complied eagerly exposing her womanhood to her wife, "Oh Kitten...."

Pushing the kilt up, Hermione gazed at her wife's overheated sex. Her mouth watering, "God you are gorgeous!" She leaned down a thrust her tongue between Minerva's folds and over her wife's excited pearl. She tasted a bit musky. Slightly different than normal. With a knowing grin, the young healer realized why...

Minerva wasn't engorged, but she was releasing pre-ejaculate.

She snickered to herself and decided to see what Minerva's new bits tasted like.

The older witch's eyes flew open as she felt plump lips sucking on her new sac, "Oh Merlin!!! Help me!!" It felt so good. It had to be illegal to feel this bloody good!

Hermione was having a wonderful time exploring and tasting Minerva's new bits. She didn't realize just how good it felt to the older witch until she moved to pull her wife's pearl into her eager mouth...

Minerva screamed and ejaculated.

Hermione gasped as her mouth filled with her wife's seed. Shocked, at first. Then wildly turned on as she realized what Minerva's seed tasted like.

"You taste like ginger newts." The young woman mumbled as creamy white goodness dribbled down her chin.

Mortified, Minerva sat up, "Oh God! Hermione... I'm so sorry!" She was blushing deeply. She hushed as a small hand covered her mouth.

"I'm not complaining my love." Her dark eyes with gleaming with a powerful lusty need. She rose up and brought her mouth to her wife's.

Minerva, tasting her own seed, groaned... eyes widening at her wife's hot randiness.

Hermione pulled her bra off, then her lacy knickers. She turned to her wife and whispered, "Divesto!" Smiling as Minerva's remaining clothing disappeared. Reappearing on the bureau neatly folded. Giving Minerva the naughtiest smile in her repertoire she said, "There is something I want..."

A darkened eyebrow raised, "Oh?"

The young witch crawled onto their bed, "Yes... I was reading the books we got from that estate. Remember?"

Minerva joined her wife on the bed, "How could I forget."

Hermione shot Minerva another hot gaze saying, "I read about a certain sexual position that I want to try if you're game?"

Minerva closed her eyes wondering what in hades she was in for next, "Dare I ask?"

Grinning, her young wife answered, "I believe it's called sixty-nine?"

"....."

"Min?"

"....."

"Tabby?"

The older witch stared at her wife. Emerald eyes round as saucers. Perhaps she should've made the time to read those books?

Hermione didn't wait for an answer, she climbed on top of her wife, turned away. Her backside facing her wife. She looked down at her wife's sex. Dark curls slick and wet from her orgasm. She turned her head to see her wife staring lustfully as her backside.

"Like what you see?"

Startled, Minerva looked up into molten chocolate. Hermione was horny and wanted satisfaction! With a sheepish grin, the Headmistress ran her hands up the back of her wife's thighs and pulled her sweet womanhood down to meet her eager mouth.

Hermione moaned and rolled her hips as the sensations Minerva was causing washed through her. She leaned down and plunged her tongue into Minerva's depths.

"Ahhhhh uhhhhhh!" Minerva groaned as she tried to focus on her wife's pleasuring.

"Uhhhhh ahhhhhh!" Hermione groaned as she tried to focus on her wife's pleasuring.

Knowing from previous experience that she wasn't going to be able to climax this way, Minerva focused on giving Hermione an experience she would never forget.

And she didn't... not ever.

Hermione McGonagall screamed so loud that she was heard down in the kitchens by the elves.

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Izer looked up from peeling potatos, "Lady-Miss has good in-outie going on withs the Mistress."

The other elves giggled knowingly.

Livvy smiled at her husband, "Lady-Miss be needing a bit of elf helpings soon." She looked over at her youngest son, "Doodleberry you's be the one to helps Lady-Miss."

The tiny elf, much shorter than the others, nodded happily and bounced on his toes. He liked Lady-Miss. Hopefully she wouldn't try to spew him or anything. "I's be likings Lady-Miss. Her magics is good."

The other elves nodded wisely. Hermione was The Witch of the Light and they knew it. They would assist her in anything she attempted. They would protect her to their last breath as well. Not only was her magic good. She was also giving the Mistress bairns!

The tiny creatures began to sing their high pitched harmonies reflecting the joy they felt. Happy that their Mistress had finally found her "one".

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Hermione collapsed onto of her wife. Giving Minerva a royal face full of lovely, lush womanhood. The young witch felt her wife patting her bum and realized that she was probably smothering Minerva, "Sorry." She mumbled as she rolled off her wife and onto her back.

Minerva propped herself up on an elbow, "Are you alright?" She poked her pinky finger in her ear to stop it from ringing. Hermione's scream was that loud.

The young witch's lovely face took on a naughty expression, "You didn't come."

Sighing Minerva replied, "I've never been able to climax that way. I can't focus."

Hermione pouted teasingly, "Poor witch. Poor, deprived witch." She saw the emerald eyes darken with deep wanting lust.

"I'll show you poor.... saucy tart!"

Hermione moaned her approval as Minerva pulled her into a searing kiss. She could feel her wife's lust rising once again. Wandlessly, she summoned Minerva's wand, "Accio Minerva's wand!" Instantly, the long ebony rod flew into her outstretched hand.

Seeing her wife perform such powerful magic with ease further inflamed Minerva. She snatched the wand out of Hermione's small hand and muttered, "Engorgio Clitorio!" Gritting her teeth at the momentary pain, she placed her wand on the night table.

Hermione stared down at Minerva's "rod", "God! Is it bigger or something?"

The older witch smirked as she watched her wife inspect her enlarged bit, "Dunno love.. maybe a bit. I'm right randy!" Her brogue was definitely noticable.

Hermione leaned down and pulled Minerva's enlarged clitoris into her mouth. Sucking greedily, "Mmmmmmm." The vibrations of her moan sending the older witch into a fit of pleasure.

"Ahhhh ohhh Merlin!"

Hermione couldn't stand it any longer. She wanted her woman! Now! Minerva was already on her back, so the young witch placed a deep kiss on her wife's eager mouth her tongue scouring Minerva's. Then she straddled her. The young witch felt Minerva's erect pearl pushing against her core. She rose up slightly and gently grasped her wife's hardened clitoris. Slowly, she eased herself down onto Minerva. The latter's mouth fell open in bliss.

"Oh God this feels so good!" Hermione moaned as she began to ride her wife. She felt Minerva's hands slide up her thighs to her hips. "Oh yes! Tabby!"

Minerva began to thrust against her wife. Matching her stroke for stroke. In perfect rhythm with each other. The older witch's head fell back as her body arched and pushed against the arching and pushing Hermione was countering with. Both were lost to the other as instinct took over and mating began once again.

The animagus in Minerva began making itself known. A ridge of fur appeared and disappeared along her powerful arms. Claws dug into Hermione's hips causing the young witch to keen loudly as an orgasm rolled through her.

Minerva felt the young witch's walls tighten and growled her pleasure.

Hermione opened her eyes to see emerald cat eyes burning up at her. She could see Minerva's ears beginning to point as well. It was the most erotic thing, she couldn't help but climax again.

This time she wasn't alone. She could feel her wife tightening her grip. Her thrusts coming faster and harder as Hermione ground herself into Minerva. They sped up, thrusting, pushing... bodies perspiring. Skin glistening in the candlelight.

With a mighty roar The Highlander, The Animagus, The Headmistress... Minerva filled her wife with her seed. More precious than any treasure. Minerva filled Hermione with the next generation in Merlin's long line.

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Dumbledore looked up from his cards at the others in the group, "Go fish!" He spat.

Dawn was about to grab another card when a mighty roar echoed throughout the grand halls of McGonagall Manor and a wave of magic washed over them.

Jean Granger's mocha eyes widened as she looked over at Rolanda. The Flying Instructor was looking at her lover's chest in bemusement.

Her nipples were hard. So were Ro's, Ginny's, Molly's and Dawn's.

The young woman threw her arms around herself and screeched, "What the bloody hell was that?"

Dumbledore knew he was erect and he didn't dare move. He grinned as he realized that his "plumbing" still worked! The elderly wizard could see Arthur, Ron and Harry squirming. Clearing his throat, he squeaked, "I think that was bonding sex magic."

"Damn..." Ginny began looking at Harry. He grinned back at her.

Jean shook her head, "That felt like Minerva somehow..."

Molly grinned knowingly, "It was. The bonding mixed with the potion has more than likely produced this powerful side effect."

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Deep inside Hermione's womb the second little egg was running for her life.

"YOU ARE NOT TOUCHING ME!!!"

She was being eagerly pursued by another band of Highlanders.

"Aw come on lass just a wee pickle tickle!"

"We just want to talk to ya!"

"YEAH RIGHT!!!"

She wasn't watching where she was going and floated smack dab into the arms of a handsome Scot.

"Gotcha!"

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Hermione rolled off of her wife and began placing soft, butterfly kisses over her ripped abs, up her belly to the full breasts topped with erect rose colored nipples. Wrapping her plump lips around a hardened bud she began softly suckling.

Minerva's body couldn't help but respond as she arched her body into her wife. Her nipples were so sensitive and Hermione knew just how to touch her to drive her crazy.

"Mmmmmm" Hermione used the vibrations of her moan to once again cause a fit in her wife.

"Uhhhhhh!"

The young witch moved from one nipple to the another an back again. Tormenting the older witch mercilessly.

Minerva didn't think it was possible to be this wet but she was. Dripping from her centre like someone left the spigot on. She felt Hermione's hand wandering down her body. Touching and caressing and generally arousing her even more.

"You are mine. Now and forever." Hermione growled as her fingers found Minerva's centre. She slid three fingers easily inside. Minerva was that turned on. Pulling a large amount of moisture from the older witch's centre, the younger witch spread it over the tender sac and over Minerva's enlarged pearl.

She looked up to see emerald eyes fastened on her. A wantonly lustful expression on the normally elegant face. With a dirty grin, the young woman bent down and began lapping at the nectar that she'd just spread.

Minerva thought she was going to die from pleasure. She really needed to read those books!

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Another roar, followed by a higher pitched scream interupted the card game once again.

"Good God! What are they doing to each other?" Jean whispered, eyes still wide from last time.

Ginny stood up, "What ever it is, I can take this anymore. Come on Harry!" She grabbed her lover's hand and pulled him out of the family room, up the stairs and into their bedroom.

Rolanda threw back her spiked head and howled at the look on Molly's face.

Molly Weasley gazed at her husband, eyes bugging, "I can't believe she just did that!"

Arthur looked at the ceiling, his thoughts centering on what Hermione and Minerva were doing. Looking back at his wife he grinned, "Well considering what's going on upstairs... I'm not." He noticed the blush on Ron's face and the large bulge his son was trying to hide from Dawn.

Too late though, the young woman had already noticed, "Um I think I'll go somewhere..." She got up and hurried out to the gardens.

Ron looked over at Jean blushing deeply, "I can't help it." He muttered miserably.

Jean Granger smiled sadly, "Just try to calm down. Then go talk to her. I think she might be ready to tell you a few things."

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Two sweaty, panting women lay in a tangle of arms and legs. Of long silky ebony and wildly unruly chestnut. Emerald orbs gazed into chocolate brown.

A tired smile quirked Minerva's lips, "Want to go again?"

Both witches remained still... then Hermione's pinky moved ever so slightly.

Minerva's big toe quivered in response.

"Was it good for you?"

"Oh yeah."

Both witches promptly fell asleep.

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-to be continued

AN: Thank you to my brown eyed Brit for all her input. You really helped a lot darlin' thanks!