AN: Thanks for your continued support. Hope you like this... Special thank you to Talon1321 for her lovely drawing of Minerva. You can view it at Talon1321 dot deviantart dot com.
Dedicated to my sweet brown eyed Brit who traveled across the ocean to see me. I love you m'dear.
THE TIES THAT BIND
Chapter 26
KISSES AND CONFESSIONS
Two and a half months had passed since Christmas. All was well at the school and in Hogsmeade. The only oddity was that about a month after Christmas Hermione had developed an intense craving for kosher dill pickles. The pregnant young woman had devoured them by the barrel full. Much to her wife's chagrin... it made the young woman have garlic breath.
Not that Minerva would ever say anything.
No.
Like the dutiful wife she was, she spared no expense in obtaining Hermione's precious pickles. Sometimes getting up in the middle of the night to fix a plate full of the vile green things.
When Hermione had completely wiped out the supply they had in their private kitchen, Minerva had wandered down to the castle kitchens in search of her wife's craving. The school elves had picked up on the odd activity of the Headmistress and her wife and had stocked the pantry with barrel after barrel. Amusement sparkling in their enormous golden eyes as they spied their Mistress in her nightgown loading up on pickles for her six and a half months pregnant wife in the middle of the night.
The clinic was thriving as well and as word had spread of the wonderful care given at the small practice, Hermione's patient load had grown so much so that she had hired Susan Bones as her nurse.
Meanwhile at the school...
Minerva McGonagall frowned mightily as yet another stack of parchments appeared on her desk. Snorting, she growled, "Bloody governors, bloody budget..." Her ebony eyebrows knit themselves together as her frown darkened a bit. She was abruptly startled out of her grumbling by the appearance of Izer, her elf.
"Mistress..."
Minerva's emerald eyes fastened on the tiny creature, "What is it?" Her normally pleasant sounding brogue was laced with irritation and gruffness.
Izer's great golden eyes blinked up at her wetly, "You's has someone at's the manor who's wants to speaks with you's."
Frowning again, Minerva couldn't figure out just who that would be. She knew Jean and Dawn were staying there. Her inquisitive eyes interrogated the tiny elf for clues as to whom her visitor might be.
The tiny creature grinned at his Mistress' attempt to "read" him.
Finally the Headmistress cocked her head asking, "Who?"
"The ginger man... Ronald Weasley."
Surprise clearly made itself known on the elegant witch's features as Izer stated, "He's wantings permission to use the's floo to goes to the's Broomsticks. Thens he comes to the's gates."
Minerva waved her hand dismissively, "Of course. Tell him to come."
To say Ron Weasley was nervous would be an understatement of colossal proportions.
To say he was petrified would be fact.
The tall red haired young man paced in front of the gargoyle at the entrance to the Headmistress' office. He was trying to calm his pounding heart and get his jumbled thoughts in order before meeting with McGonagall. He ran frustrated fingers through his dark red hair wondering why it was he was going to speak with his former Transfiguration Professor when he could've just as easily gone to his father. He knew why....
She was in love with a Granger.
Just like him.
The gargoyle suddenly slid sideways startling the young man into a little backwards hop. The grotesque stone face grinned up at him and said in a raspy voice, "The Mistress says to stop wasting her time by wearing a path in her floor and to come on up!"
It figured she would know of his presence, "Oy!"
The young man stepped onto the stairs and stood silently as they carried him to the Headmistress' office. Once he'd reached the top, he stepped up to the imposing ancient doors and rapped loudly.
"Enter!" Came the terse Scottish brogue. A bit of a shiver coursed through the young man.
The doors swung open and there sat Minerva McGonagall eyeing him curiously. Her emerald orbs giving off a Dumbledore-esque twinkle or two. "Good day Mr. Weasley, what can I do for you?"
The young man glanced about the office, taking in the portraits that were also eyeing him curiously but pretending not to. He fastened his crystal blue eyes onto the Headmistress and asked, "Is there somewhere more private we can talk?"
An elegant raised eyebrow was the Headmistress' only response.
Ron shuffled his feet, thrusting his large hands into the pockets of his robes feeling like a school boy once more.
His nervousness struck a maternal chord with Minerva. Rising, she beckoned, "Come." With that she turned on her heel and entered her and Hermione's private quarters through a door directly behind her desk.
Upon entering, she moved to the left and down a short hall to her private study.
A large carved mahogany desk dominated the cozy room, but that wasn't what caught Ron's keen eye. Oh no...
It was Minerva's chess set.
Hand carved in ivory and onyx. Solid, heavy pieces. Ages old.
With a reverence usually reserved for quality brooms, quidditch and Molly's cooking Ron gently picked up an ebony pawn.
Minerva watched the young man inspecting her grandfather's chess set with a respect given only from those who truly appreciated the game. Thinking that sitting with him on a game might be an excellent way to converse, the elegant witch moved to one of two comfortable chairs set opposite the other with the chess table between.
"Care for a game?" The elder witch queried, eyeing the nervous young man.
Surprised blue eyes widened, "Really?" Ron asked as he quickly took the opposite chair.
Minerva grinned, "Black or white?"
"Black."
Emerald eyes considered the young man on the other side of the table for a moment, then nimble fingers reached out and made an opening move.
Ron's eyes narrowed as he gazed at the piece Minerva had moved. Taking a deep breath, the young man maneuvered a piece to counter the older witch's opening gambit.
Minerva abruptly waved her wand and a bottle of firewhiskey and two tumblers appeared. Pouring both of them a generous measure, she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "Do not tell my wife."
Chuckling, Ron nodded and took a healthy shot.
"So tell me what it is that has Ronald Weasley seeking out my counsel?"
The young man watched as the Headmistress moved a piece, then sat back gazing at him curiously. He took a deep breath, picked up a piece to counter her move and set it decisively in it's new spot. He looked up into deep forest green eyes, "It's about Dawn."
"Is everything alright?" The older witch sat up quickly concern lacing her lovely features.
Ron smiled at the protectiveness he heard in the Scottish brogue, "She's fine... um it's.." Pausing, he took another sip from his drink, "Well um..we are getting.. um closer and.." He looked away nervously, "Well I want to..uh.. you know.. um be with her.." Earnest eyes returned to her face, "You know?"
Minerva blinked as she filtered out the stuttered starts and stops in his speech, "Be with her?" She took a healthy swig from her glass.
"Make love with her."
Firewhiskey spewed over the chess pieces as the Headmistress began choking on her drink. Ron's eyes saucered in horror. Jumping up, he hurried to the older witch's side and started to pat her on the back.
Red faced, Minerva fastened watery emerald orbs on the worried face of her companion, her brogue thick as she asked, "What on earth does that have to do with me?"
Ron took a deep breath as he sat back down, "You're in love with a Granger."
Minerva sputtered, "So is Hooch!" Maybe he could ask Rolanda?
Sighing, the young man reached for his drink and took a sip, "They're still finding their way. You and 'Mione have been in a relationship for five years. You're married and have babies coming. That's a successful union if I ever saw one."
The Headmistress raised a perplexed eyebrow and said nothing for a long moment. Finally the older witch leaned forward and asked, "Does Dawn feel the same?" There was a deadly serious expression on her elegant features.
The red head nodded vigorously, however there was a look in his eye that told Minerva that there was something else going on. Her eyes narrowed as she asked, "What are you NOT telling me?"
Ron realized that he wasn't going to get anything further without being completely honest with his former professor. Taking a deep breath, he whispered, "Dawn was raped when she was fifteen."
Emerald eyes darkened as anger rumbled over the Headmistress. Gritting her teeth, Minerva rasped, "Does Hermione know?"
Ron shook his head, "Jean and John decided not to tell her. They were afraid of what she might do to the bloke." There was a darkness shining in his eyes that Minerva could identify with. A deep angry storm brewing.
The Headmistress felt her hands tremble as her rage began to simmer. Clenching her fists in an attempt to quell the tremors, she asked, "So what do you wish to know?"
The young man nervously wiped his large hands on his thighs, "I don't know how to start." There was a bit of shame in his voice.
Minerva felt her heart go out to him. Picking up chess piece, she set it in a new spot, "You must be patient. Do not force her to do anything she does not wish to do. Let her make the opening gambit. Do not do anything that would remind her of...." She looked into his eyes and added, "What is his name then?"
"Billy Wardlow."
Snorting, the Headmistress continued, "Billy Wardlow...." Her lovely face took on a thoughtful expression, "He was a neighbor then?"
The young man nodded, "John Granger nearly killed him. His parents sent him away to boarding school. Now he's back." Ron's blue eyes were taking on the same calculating image that Minerva's seemed to be displaying.
The older witch caught his expression though and leaned in saying in a growl, "You will do nothing about this young man."
Ron caught the steel in her voice and nodded, "Yes Professor." He moved his knight to a new spot.
Minerva sighed, "To love a Granger is an honour and a privilege. You must be completely honest, open and never be afraid to show your feelings. In fact Hermione gets quite vexed with me if I keep something from her." The older witch's smirk caused the young man to snicker.
Grinning, Minerva added, "Loving a Granger means loving them unconditionally. Forever." She moved her queen and added, "Checkmate."
After her disturbing conversation with Ron Weasley, Minerva returned to her office to try and finish off the pile of parchments that seemed to have multiplied in her absence. Her mind was not on her work though. What had happened to Dawn was.
The youngest Granger had impishly wriggled her way into the Headmistress' heart in such a fashion as to never find her way out. Minerva relished having a little sister... pranks and all.
What had happened to such a sweet young woman twisted in the older witch's stomach. So much so, that when she returned to her and Hermione's quarters, she wasn't even squicked out by the anchovy, pineapple, jalepeno and pickle pizza her young wife was ravenously consuming.
The young witch sensed an "offness" in her bonding with Minerva. She set her meal aside and asked, "Alright then?"
The older woman had glided over the liquor cabinet and had poured herself a generous measure of firewhiskey. She carried her glass over to the sofa where her wife was settled and joined her.
"T'was a trying day." Minerva muttered thickly as she took a deep drink.
Hermione reached out and ran the backs of her long fingers down the high, elegant cheekbone of her lovely wife, "Want to tell me about it?"
Minerva tipped her glass back and drained what was left in one gulp. She placed it on the coffee table with a decisive thunk, "What do you know about a boy named Billy Wardlow?"
Dark eyebrows climbed the young witch's forehead, "Now that's a blast from the past. He was Dawn's boyfriend a while back." She frowned and added, "Why?"
Minerva sighed and rubbed her chin, "We have never kept any secrets from each other in the past and I do not plan on starting now." She slid closer to her puzzled wife and proceeded to tell Hermione about her conversation with Ron. She watched as the normally serene expression on her young wife's beautiful face darkened with the approaching storm of her building rage, "Please calm down love."
"Calm down? Are you kidding me!?" Hermione was enraged, she rose awkwardly from the sofa and began marching back and forth in front of the fireplace. Unfortunately her march appeared to be more of an enraged waddle. She stopped suddenly, "Why didn't mum tell me?"
Minerva frowned, "Perhaps she did not wish for you to get involved."
"Get involved? Dawn is MY sister dammit!" Hermione resumed her pacing, "I would've hexed his knobblies into next year!"
Minerva felt a small smirk make it's way across her face, "Perhaps that IS why you were not told. You would have reacted with magic."
Hermione whirled to face her wife, "And YOU wouldn't have?"
With a malicious grin, the older witch replied, "I would have hexed his knobblies into the next century."
Hermione suddenly threw her head back and laughed, "You would have too."
Minerva smiled and walked over to the pizza box, lifting the lid she noticed there was one piece of the most God awful pizza she'd ever laid her emerald eyes on, "What say we order a more respectable pizza? Pepperoni perhaps?" She grinned at Hermione's huge smile and added, "You call it in and I'll floo to the flat to pick it up."
Hermione nodded as she reached for her cell phone, "Get a purple and green note from my purse. That should cover it."
Minerva did as her wife bid, rummaging in her wife's handbag for said muggle money. After pulling out a hair brush, a can of warm Pepsi, several bunched up tissues, a rock??... she finally found her wife's money purse, "You really need to clean out your bag. What do you need a rock for?"
Hermione frowned as she looked up from the phone, "Oh that's not a rock."
"What is it?"
"Petrified centaur dung."
The older witch abruptly dropped the rock-like substance onto the floor where it promptly broke into several pieces, "Ack!!!"
"Tabby.... Be careful. I need that for a potion."
"Oy!"
Later, Minerva returned to their quarters loaded down with one pepperoni pizza, an order of bar-b-que chicken wings, garlic bread, mozzarella sticks, cheese fries and other assorted items designed to harden the arteries yet satisfy one pregnant witch and her frazzled wife.
"Are you going to eat all of this?" The Headmistress asked as Hermione waddled into the sitting room in her bathrobe.
The young woman surveyed the bounty with a smirk, "Well, I was hoping you'd help."
Minerva plucked a chicken wing off of the platter, "Ah..." She nibbled on the wing, watching warily as her young wife began eyeing her like she was a piece of meat, "Whut?"
Hermione's eyes darkened as her libido kicked in. Being near Minerva did that to her at odd times.
Now was one of those times.
As her older wife looked back at the massive pile of food on their dining table, Hermione stepped behind the taller woman and pressed her pregnant belly into Minerva's back. Small hands crept round the Headmistress' waist and up her abdomen not stopping till they were cupping two full and suddenly very aroused breasts. Hermione grinned as she felt Minerva's hardened nipples through her robes.
The older witch closed her eyes and sighed. Her young wife's hormones were off the scale!
Merlin!
"This can wait a bit." The young woman whispered seductively, "Let's play some." She pulled her wife down the hall to their bedroom.
Minerva couldn't help but grin. Hermione was a very passionate woman anyway but when under the influence of these pregnancy hormones... she was a tour de force!
The older witch allowed the young woman to disrobe her and obediently reclined on the king size bed. She raised a dark eyebrow as Hermione simply stood at the edge of their bed and leered at her, "Going to join me sometime?" She queried.
"In a moment."
"What are you doing?"
"Perving."
The Headmistress snorted, "Get in this bed woman!"
Hermione giggled as her clothing was divesto'd and she was levitated onto the bed.
"Tease the Headmistress of Hogwarts will you?" The older witch growled as her hands possessed Hermione's magnificent curves.
The young woman's eyes rolled back into her head as the most delightful tingles spread throughout her body. Her nerve endings producing wave after wave of erotic pleasure. Minerva's mouth was suddenly on her breasts. Skillful lips pulling on her tender nipples. Suckling the coral nubs to a deep mauve. A moan escaped her, "Ohhhh Minnn...."
A strong hand moved purposefully down soft, silky skin. Bumping over ribs, gliding down a curved hip. Back up and over a distended belly to circle teasingly over their growing babies.
Hermione laughed as she felt a kick aimed at Minerva's hand.
The Headmistress beamed lovingly at her wife. She kissed her way down to her unborn children. Soft, sweet, tender kisses encircled Hermione's womb.
"I love you Tabby."
Emerald sought dark chocolate, "And I love you my Kitten."
Another soft kiss was pressed against her belly. Lips trailing fire and heat in a path straight to Hermione's womanhood. Dark chestnut curls were nuzzled. Gently caressed by an elegant cheekbone rubbing slowly, teasingly back and forth. Tender kisses placed against the young witch's velvet folds. A nose scenting the deep, earthy, womanly aroma of an aroused Hermione McGonagall.
Minerva's nostrils flared as her wife's pheromones sent sparks to her heated core. A deep growl rumbled from her throat causing her young wife's eyes to momentarily roll back in her head and her hips to thrust in ecstasy, "Ohhhh Tabby... I want you..."
Another growl escaped as long, nimble fingers joined in the exploration. Fingers that parted the velvety folds, exposing Hermione's most sensitive area. An eager tongue slowly glided over quivering, erect flesh causing Hermione's hips to jerk. The roughness of the animagus' tongue against the hyper sensitive flesh of the young woman's clitoris causing delicious waves of pleasure.
A flickering of the tip of that talented tongue against the straining pearl of Hermione's womanhood resulted in a creamy river of sweet nectar to flow from the young woman's centre. Nectar that the older witch devoured like ambrosia.
"Your taste is intoxicating." The older witch groaned as she thrust her tongue deep inside her wife.
Hermione gasped, "Oh God! More...oh Tabby more!" Her need was obvious. She needed to be filled.
Filled with her wife. Her lover. Her mate.
Minerva rolled onto her back and accio'd her wand, "I know what you need."
The tone of her voice was low and sexy as she performed the engorgio charm on her clitoris and invited her wife to straddle her hips, "Come to me my love."
Hermione's eyes gleamed as she climbed atop her wife. Her centre was more than ready as her essence had spread down her inner thighs coating them in sweet creamy goodness. Minerva couldn't help but run a long index finger down her wife's gorgeous thigh gathering a bit of cream for herself to taste, "Mmmmmmm."
Hermione responded to the randiness in her wife's voice by positioning her centre directly above Minerva's engorged pearl and slowly lowering down. Impaling herself on eight inches of hard, female erection, "Uhhhhhh..yess!"
Minerva responded by placing her hands on her wife's shapely hips, holding her steady as the young woman began to ride her. The sensation was absolutely exquisite. Hermione's strong internal muscles gripping Minerva's magically enhanced pearl. Holding the older woman in an erotic vaginal embrace.
The pleasure.
The bliss.
It took all of the Headmistress' concentration to not simply throw her head back and enjoy the ride. She wanted to give Hermione what she needed.
"Ahhh Tabby...Fill me!"
Minerva whispered an expando charm and her swollen clitoris thickened. Pressing tightly against her wife's inner walls. Providing the necessary friction needed to satisfy the young woman's overwhelming hormone driven lust.
Hermione's sweet spot was massaged mercilessly and she screamed as a powerful orgasm blasted through her; rendering the young witch practically senseless.
Minerva followed seconds later. Her climax taking her completely by surprise and leaving her seeing stars.
"Merlin! I need a cigarette."
Several days later Ron Weasley was on his way to the Ministry for another day of work. His normal route took him past a muggle news stand. Normally he wouldn't pay any attention but for some reason he couldn't explain, he stopped and glanced at a newspaper called "The Sun".
Emblazoned across the top of the periodical was the startling headline...
"MY SON HAD A SEX CHANGE AND DIDN'T TELL ME!"
The photo was of none other than Billy Wardlow. Now calling herself "Billie".
Grinning, he picked up the paper and began to read the story...
'I woke up and my penis had disappeared! The young man/woman exclaimed, ducking as his/her mother swatted the back of his/her head. It was there when I went to bed and gone when I woke up!'
Ron narrowed his eyes as he stared at the photo. In the background of the photograph was the Wardlow residence. Sitting on the front step was what appeared to be a pregnant brown and blonde cat grinning toothily.
The young ginger haired man threw his head back howling his laughter, "Way to go 'Mione!"
-to be continued
AN: Thanks y'all for being patient and for such kind words.
