AN: Thank you my sweet Tan for being so... you. Sorry for the delay... work has a habit of interfering with the more pleasurable aspects of life sometimes.

THE TIES THAT BIND

Chapter 32

THE SPAT

"A frying pan?" Hermione McGonagall stared at her little sister in awe. She and her younger sibling had been spending quite a good deal of time together since the abduction two weeks ago.

An abduction that nearly cost the young healer her life along with that of her spouse, family and friends.

Grinning, Dawn hooked two thumbs under the collar of her blouse and pulled a silver filigree necklace out. Dangling from a tiny clasp through it's handle was a miniaturized frying pan.

"Dumbledore shrunk it and put it on the chain for me." The younger woman crowed with not a wee bit of pride lacing her voice.

She didn't add that the elderly wizard had also charmed the object to act as a special port key should the youngest Granger find herself in some form of peril; which considering that her last name was Granger was a distinct possibility. All the young woman would have to do would be to utter her special word, touch the pan and instantly she would be transported to Hogwarts.

Her special word was "chocolate". Not at all surprising coming from Dumbledore.

The two young women sat on the sofa in Hermione and Minerva's living quarters at Hogwarts. Dawn had appeared earlier with a stack of correspondence that she'd been keeping at the clinic for her sister. Since Minerva had forbidden her wife to work during these last few weeks of her pregnancy, Hermione had asked her sister to help out.

The young woman couldn't fault Minerva though. Especially after what the older witch had gone through on the fields of Camlaan.

The sisters had a leisurely lunch chatting about this and that while Hermione had sorted through the various missives, memos and invoices.

The chestnut maned young woman had waved one invoice at her sister and growled, "Pizza Hut? Since when does Pizza Hut deliver to Hogsmede? When did they start sending invoices? What did we buy?"

The younger woman had smiled mischievously and replied, "Susan is dating the manager there. He lets us order pizzas and bills us at the end of the week." She snickered and added, "Since he started dating a witch, Susan showed him how to turn one of his pizza ovens into a floo thingy."

Hermione's dark eyebrows rose at that one.

Seeing the question in her sister's chocolate eyes, Dawn hastily added, "Not for people! For pizza! He sends them to Rosmerta too. It's quite a lucrative operation." She smiled and added, "Ever since Rita Skeeter bought Rosmerta a mobile phone, she's been using it to call in the orders."

The two sisters grinned at the idea of the wizarding world being introduced to the wonders of personal pan pizzas.

Turning her attention back to her sister's new necklace, Hermione reached out and examined it closely. She'd viewed Minerva's memory of the horrific battle at Camlaan in her pensieve but she was still curious. Deep brown eyes fastened themselves onto an identical set, "May I view your memory of the battle?"

Dawn nodded steeling herself for... she wasn't sure what, "O.K." There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

The healer nodded, a reassuring smile on her lovely face. Reaching for her wand, she pointed it at her sister and whispered, "Legilimens!"

Dawn's memories flooded Hermione's mind. She tried very hard to sort through them without being intrusive or a Peeping Thomasina. One memory in particular caused Hermione to pause.

Visions of being in the shower with Ron! She grimaced thinking to herself, 'Ewwwwww!'

Quickly, the witch moved through the memory until she found what she was looking for. Pictures flooded her mind..

Narcissa Malfoy crucified to the ceiling in the dining room of Malfoy Manor.

Minerva seizing Draco by the throat.

Grabbing a frying pan from the kitchens of the Malfoys and striking Candi Barr.

Seeing and smelling the creation of the Funkiphyles.

Standing protectively over an injured Dumbledore swatting spells with her pan like an American baseball player.

Watching Izer cradled by Doodleberry as the young elf desperately tried to continue to protect Hermione and help his father.

Seeing Minerva in all her glory battling Leta Pendragon with such determined ferocity.

Finally Hermione pulled out of her sister's mind. Tears were running down her lovely cheeks. She felt gentle fingers brush them away.

"I never saw Minerva looking so... so awesome!" Dawn exclaimed, her mocha eyes wide as she remembered seeing the mighty witch defending her sister with such honor. Such nobility.

Such style.

The young healer continued to examine the tiny frying pan. Turning it over, she could barely see the letter "M" etched into the bottom. "Leave it to the Malfoys to monogram their cookware." Her dark eyes narrowed as another thought entered her mind. Fixing an intense gaze on the younger woman she asked, "What's this about showering with Ronald?"

"Er..." *gulp*


The sisters continued their discussion for much of the afternoon. At various times, Minerva would appear under the pretence of looking for one thing or another. On one occasion the Headmistress appeared looking quite distracted as she wandered about their quarters.

Hermione had asked, "Tabby? What's wrong?"

Dawn had watched as her new big sister had blustered about not being able to find her glasses. The younger woman had smirked as she'd spied them resting quietly on top of Minerva's head. She'd giggled into her hands as her sister had awkwardly risen from the sofa and waddled over to her wife, pulling said spectacles from their perch over the Headmistress' forehead.

The embarrassed flush that had washed over Minerva as she went back to her office had caused the temperature in the room to rise several degrees.

The sisters had continued discussing clinic business for a while longer when they became aware of a silver grey tabby quietly slinking about.

Finally Hermione had had enough. She rose from the sofa once again and screeched, "Dammit Tabby! I'm fine. Don't you have a school to run? Go do something!"

Once more, Dawn had tried to stifle her laughter as the cat had hissed at them, then with a swish of her tail had indignantly stalked from the room.

Hermione had awkwardly plopped back down on the sofa and grouched, "I love her to bits but Merlin! She's driving me crazy!"

Dawn reached out and gently patted her sister's rounded belly saying, "She loves you. She just wants to make sure you're o.k."

The younger Granger's eyes widened as she felt a kick under her hand. "Hey you brats! None of that!"

Her answer was another kick.

The young healer leaned forward, "My children are not brats." Hermione's dark eyes twinkled knowingly.

Dawn grinned, "Oh yeah? With you and Minerva as parents? I can see it now... Black bushy hair, green maybe hazel eyes. Noses stuck in some book. Bad tempers... oy!"

Hermione snickered at her sister's description of her unborn children. She wondered just how true that statement would be.

Her musing was interrupted as a large brown and black owl flew into the room and landed on the coffee table in front of them. Sticking out it's leg, the large bird carefully eyed the pregnant woman. Giving a series of soft hoots, the bird leaned in and gently nuzzled the young witch's hand as the healer removed the parchment. Hermione smiled at the owl saying, "Yes DaVinci, I'm taking care of myself."

DaVinci was Susan Bones' owl.

Hermione read the parchment as the owl picked at some of the papers lying on the table. Dawn reached out and gave him a stroke on the back of his head. DaVinci rubbed his beak playfully against Dawn's hand. He liked her. She gave him the pepperoni from her pizza sometimes.

"What does it say?"

Hermione frowned, her dark brows creasing her forehead. Looking up at her sister, she replied, "Narcissa Malfoy is at the clinic wanting to see me."

Dawn's brown eyes widened in surprise and her eyebrows nearly climbed off her forehead.

Hermione nodded her head in agreement and carefully stood saying, "I'm going to the clinic."

Dawn answered with a decisive, "Not by the floo thingy. Minerva will have your arse." She watched as her sister lumbered to the closet by the door and pulled out a broom.

"No. I'm going to fly."

Dawn rose and hurried to her sister's side, "You're not very good at it."

Hermione grinned, "I've been practicing. Ro has been coaching me. It's a surprise for Tabby."

Dawn followed her sister muttering, "If she catches you out, you will be in deep, deep doo-doo." She watched as her older sister walked to the balcony off the living room.

Hermione nodded her agreement, then added, "That's why you're coming with me. She'll be less inclined to hex me if you're along." She beckoned for Dawn to climb on the back of the broom.

Together the Granger girls rose off of the balcony and proceeded to ride the wind towards the small village of Hogsmede.

Moments later, they were joined in the air by Rolanda Hooch. The flying instructor had been conducting a class when her yellow hawk-like eyes had spied the two women taking off.

"What are you doing woman? Minerva will have your hide!"

Hermione smiled, "I have a patient to see." She frowned and added with a growl, "I will handle my wife and her well meaning over-protectiveness later."

Hooch could see the storm brewing in those determined chocolate eyes. Hermione had reached the point where she wasn't going to continue to allow Minerva to order her about. No matter how pure the Headmistress' intentions were.

You just can't keep a good Gryffindor down.


Narcissa Malfoy sat primly in one of the comfortable chairs that Hermione McGonagall kept in her waiting room. Her posture was pureblood picture perfect. Spine erect, shoulders back, head held high. She could see Susan Bones casting surreptitious glances in her direction on occasion as she and her son, Draco waited for the muggle born doctor to arrive. The young man had convinced his mother that the young healer could help her where St. Mungo's could not.

Her hands and feet had been horribly disfigured by Leta Pendragon who, in a fit of madness, had crucified the Lady of Malfoy Manor to the ceiling of her own dining room. The older blonde witch hoped that Hermione would be able to restore her hands and feet to some semblance of usefulness and relieve the almost debilitating pain she was in.

Curing the scarring would be nice as well.

There was a suspicious sounding muffled giggle coming from outside, then the front door opened and the young doctor and her even younger sister stepped inside.

The pureblood witch's grey eyes took in Hermione's very pregnant appearance as she stood, "Good afternoon Healer McGonagall."

Draco's silver eyes widened at his mother's obvious respect of Hermione. He hadn't realized his mother felt that way. He thought that Narcissa was just desperate to have her hands and feet healed. He didn't realize that when he'd been chattering on about how good his former schoolmate was at her profession that his mother was actually listening.

Hermione inclined her head in greeting and replied, "Good day to you Lady Malfoy. Let met get settled, and then we'll take a look."

The older woman inclined her own head in acknowledgement.


Minerva McGonagall paused outside the door to her quarters. This was something like the twentieth time in just that afternoon that she'd looked in on her young wife. She knew her behaviour was getting on Hermione's nerves, but she just couldn't help it.

She needed to make sure her wife and unborn children were safe!

The abduction and subsequent battle had left the older witch much more traumatized than she'd cared to admit. Something that she'd been keeping from her wife as well.

Unbeknownst to her, Hermione already knew. The young woman was just waiting for Minerva to settle down enough to talk it out.

The older witch carefully turned the knob on the door, trying very hard to be as quiet as possible. She didn't mean to irritate her wife with her almost obsessive need to check on her well being, she just needed to know.

The ancient English oak door opened with only the tiniest of squeaks. Just enough to cause the Headmistress to wince. She paused for a moment listening for the inevitable demented screech of protest. Hearing nothing, Minerva peeked in.

She was greeted with silence and an empty room.

Eyebrow raising, she entered. Tip-toeing just in case Hermione was in the kitchen. Again the older woman peeked around a corner to see if Hermione was indeed in the kitchen.

She wasn't.

Puzzled, Minerva crossed the living room in long strides heading for the short hall that led to her wife's study and the bed chambers.

Still the Animagus' keen hearing picked up only silence.

"What the..." Minerva muttered, her senses rising to alert status. She checked the study, then their bedroom and finally the nursery.

Lately Hermione had taken to sitting in the comfortable rocking chair that Jean had given them for use in the children's room. With a soft smile, the ebony haired witch opened the door.

No one was there.

"Where are you?" She whispered feeling the hairs rising on the back of her neck.


Narcissa settled herself on the edge of the examining table. Looking around curiously at the odd gadgets stored neatly on the shelves of a white wooden cabinet with glass doors. The room smelled of cinnamon. Not like the sterile antiseptic smell of St. Mungo's.

She liked it.

Her attention focused on the door as it swung open to reveal the pregnant Hermione McGonagall. The young woman was wearing maternity robes in a rich burgundy color. Over top of that, she wore the white lab coat that was standard garb for healers and doctors alike.

The young doctor smiled at the pureblood and asked, "What can I do for you?"

Narcissa sighed as she removed the long white gloves that had become part of her wardrobe. Revealing her scarred and disfigured wrists she said, "Hopefully you can help me with this."

Hermione nodded and stepped closer to the woman. Gently, she took one of Narcissa's wrists and examined it closely. The healer moved the joint back and forth, then side to side. She noticed the blond witch wince from time to time, "You have pain with this movement?"

Grey eyes locked with mocha, "At times."

Hermione smiled at the answer, "On a scale of one to ten, what would you rate it?" She moved the wrist a bit more deliberately.

Narcissa flinched at the sensation and gasped, "Ten!" As the pain shot up her arm.

The young healer raised her wand and whispered her diagnostic spell, "Diagnosticus!"

A colorful graph appeared floating above Lady Malfoy's head. With a flick of her wand, Hermione set the focus for the older woman's wrist area. Her chocolate eyes narrowed as she spied several bones that hadn't been set properly, "Hmmmmm."

She gently picked up Narcissa's other hand and proceeded to run through the same movements as before. Again she gazed up at the floating graph. This time, she noticed that the bones were fine except that a nerve was being pinched. She let out another, "Hmmmmm."

A blonde eyebrow cocked, "What does 'Hmmmm' mean? And why did my son warn me about that sound?"

With a tiny smile as she remembered Draco's first visit to the clinic, the young witch told the older woman what she'd found.

"Can you heal it?"

Narcissa was gratified by the soft nod and, "This will be easy," she received as a reply. She was impressed with Hermione's friendly bedside manner and efficient, yet gentle care.

Hermione waved her wand over the wrist with the improperly set bones and whispered, "Skeletalis carpus repairo!"

Narcissa winced as she felt the bones move. There was a startling clicking sound, then silence.

As Hermione stepped over to a storage cupboard, the older witch experimentally moved her hand, smiling as she felt only a hint of the previous pain.

The healer turned to see Narcissa smiling broadly. When the pureblood saw Hermione watching, she immediately dropped the smile and settled herself into her haughty aristocratic being once more.

Grinning, Hermione stepped closer. In her hand was a tube containing an ointment-like substance. Holding it up, she said, "This is a version of the 'Scar-Away' potion that most healers use. I've modified it a bit. There's a muggle technique called 'plastic surgery' that I've taken ideas from in the development of this substance." The young woman unscrewed the cap and squeezed a ribbon of ointment about an inch long onto her index finger. "Raise your wrist for me?"

Narcissa complied and watched as Hermione spread the substance over the front and back of her wrist covering the area where the nails had entered her body. She felt a warm tingling sensation as the ointment penetrated the upper layers of her damaged flesh.

"Do this at night before you go to bed. It works best when you are still and night time will provide that. What this does is penetrate the layers of scar tissue providing healing from within. It will eliminate the scarring and replace it with healthy tissue. It works from the inside outward so you'll need to do this for about two weeks. I want to see you again at that time."

The older witch nodded, watching as Hermione waved her wand over her other wrist.

"Your median nerve is being pinched by the scarring. I want you to do the same thing with this wrist as well." Frowning Hermione added, "If left untreated, this wrist would likely develop into 'Carpal Tunnel Syndrome'."

Narcissa listened wide eyed as Hermione explained just what that was.


Minerva stood outside the living room on the balcony gazing out over the vast expanse of the school grounds and beyond. A worried expression on her face. She was trying to control her breathing when she heard a voice.

Looking up, she saw Rolanda Hooch hovering about 10 meters above. "You look like you're going to chew some arse. What's wrong?" Rolanda was never one to beat around the bush.

Minerva fastened intense emerald eyes on the yellow ones of her long time friend, "Have you seen Hermione?"

Rolanda hesitated for a moment, not wanting to get the young witch in hot water, "Uh..."

The intense emerald narrowed, "Where is she?"

"Er..."

It was the deep growl that erupted from the Headmistress that caused Hooch to spill the beans, "She's at the clinic."


Hermione had just finished treating Narcissa's feet when she heard a loud commotion coming from the waiting room of the clinic. She instructed the older witch to go ahead and put her shoes back on and moved to the wall cabinet to fetch an additional tube of her version of 'Scar-Away'.

At that moment the door burst open and Minerva charged in holding Draco by the throat, "Just what the bloody hell is HE doing in YOUR waiting room?"

Hermione's mocha eyes darkened with the rage she felt at having the sanctity of the examination room interrupted in such a way. She purposely handed the flabbergasted Narcissa the tube of ointment saying, "If you will excuse me." Then she faced her wife and pointed to the hallway, "Out."

Minerva stepped out into the hall, still grasping a choking Draco.

Hermione turned back to the closed door of Narcissa's examining room and cast a silencio spell that surrounded them. Turning to her wife she said quietly, "Put him down."

The stillness in Hermione's voice gave Minerva pause. She realized that she had committed a grievous error in judgement and thus lowered Draco to the floor, releasing his throat and stepping away.

Hermione stepped up to Draco and waved her wand at his neck area, gently healing the tiny cuts left by Minerva's nails. When this was completed, she instructed him to go back to the waiting area.

The young man nodded, shooting a fearful look at the glowering Headmistress. She would never forgive him, in spite of the fact that he'd been under the Imperious Curse. He swallowed nervously and quickly moved back down the hall.

Hermione stared at the older witch. Her chocolate eyes ablaze, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The young woman paced a few steps away, then turned and paced back, "You never, ever interrupt me when I am with a patient!" Her normally soft voice roared.

Minerva blinked. Hermione had never raged at her that way before.

"What is wrong with you?" The young woman screeched waving her hands angrily. "Dammit Tabby!"

The Headmistress' eyes darkened, "You were gone."

Hermione growled, something she'd never done out of anger, "I was seeing a patient."

An elegant dark eyebrow slanted as the older witch hissed, "Malfoy?"

Shaking her head, her unruly chestnut mane bouncing, she replied, "A patient. It doesn't matter who it is. I have a patient who needs my help."

"But you're about to give birth!" Minerva shot back, "You should be resting!"

The young healer ran a frustrated hand through her hair and replied, "Minerva, women have been giving birth for thousands of years. Some dropping them right where they were working. Just because I'm going to have two babies doesn't mean that everything gets put on hold. Life goes on... people still need doctors." The smaller woman pointed at the door to the examining room and added, "Someone needs me now."

This time a low growl rumbled from the older witch.

Hermione's dark eyes flashed, "Don't you growl at me either! Dammit I'm fine. Let it be!"

Minerva snarled, "I will not. You are MY wife! Those are MY babies!"

Furious, the young witch raged back, "They are OUR babies! I'm your wife NOT your possession!" She stepped closer to her wife and hissed, "Don't ever presume to think that you own me because you don't!"

Emerald eyes flashed, "I never said I owned you."

"Then stop acting like it. You're pissing me off!"

Minerva's nostrils flared, "I just want you to be safe."

Hermione calmed a bit, her hormones were off the scale and she was totally enraged with her wife, but somewhere inside her the voice of reason prevailed. Quietly and with great feeling she said, "Tabby what do you want to do? Wrap me in cotton wool? You can't do that. Life goes on and so must we." She stepped close to her wife and added, "Go back to the castle. I'll be along shortly."

The Headmistress stared at her wife for a long moment, she sighed. Without another word, she marched down the hall back towards the waiting room.

Hermione heard her wife's distinct growl and a whimper from Draco. Then she heard Dawn's voice, "Dammit Stick! Go!"

With a frustrated sigh, the young healer re-entered Narcissa's examining room.


Hermione McGonagall floated peacefully in the prefect's bathing pool on the fifth floor. She'd spelled the room so that there would be no student interruptions to her relaxation. A modified leviosa spell allowed her body to blissfully float on top of the surface of the water just like being on a waterbed.

Jasmine and soothing sandlewood scented bubbles provided a calming influence to the troubled brow of the beautiful young woman as she floated about the large pool. Moaning Myrtle seemed to sense Hermione's disquiet and had gone in search of other things to moan about.

The young woman was trying to figure out a way to get Minerva to calm down. To get her to relax. The older witch had been on constant alert ever since Camlaan. It had gotten so bad that the poor woman was tossing and turning at night. Sometimes getting out of bed and pacing endlessly.

Hermione was at her wits end as to what to do.

"She really needs to relax." The young woman said as she absently stroked her rounded tummy. Feeling her babies respond, she added, "Yes I know sweeties, mother needs to calm down." Another stoke, another tiny response from within her womb. Then Hermione had an epiphany.

"Of course! That's it!"

Chocolate eyes twinkled mischievously as certain lascivious thoughts filled her brilliant mind.

She was pulled from her musing by a quiet cough. Her dark eyes searched the dimly lit chamber till they found the figure of her wife standing at the end of the pool near the door. She decided to give her wife a tiny surprise by addressing her in her native Gaelic, "Tha thu ann."*

Hermione watched Minerva's emerald eyes widen with grateful surprise as she grinned and added, "Chan erl aon chanan gu leor."** She was rewarded with a tiny smile creasing the thin lips of her lovely wife.

Minerva stepped to the edge of the bubbly pool, "Tha m'duilich Hermione."***

The young woman nodded, then held out her hand, "Come... join me."

The Headmistress wasted little time as she quickly disrobed. Hermione grinned delightedly at her wife's enthusiasm. Minerva's actions reinforced her earlier opinion as to what her wife truly needed.

Yes indeed, Hermione knew exactly what her Tabby needed. She carefully looked over her wife's stunning body as each article of clothing was removed. She could see where Minerva had lost a bit of weight. "Hmmmmmm."

Minerva entered the soothing water loving the scent and it's calming effect. She made her way to where Hermione was peacefully lying.

On top of the water.

Emerald eyes crinkled in amusement, "Leviosa?"

Hermione smiled in return, her dark eyes twinkling. Using a bit of wandless magic and their bonding, she waved her hand over her wife and whispered, "Leviosa Aquas."

Minerva felt herself rise out of the water, then her body slowly tilted ninety degrees so she was lying on it's surface as well. She marvelled at the power in Hermione's magic, "Your magic is growing in strength." The Headmistress rolled to her side. A small grin appearing on her lovely, yet weary face. It felt like she was lying on a waterbed.

Hermione maneuvered herself flush against her older wife. Reaching out a small hand, she softly caressed the skin along Minerva's ribcage. Her fingers bumped against the four scars there. Reminders of a run-in with Fenrir Greyback years ago.

"I think you need to relax a bit." The young woman stated as she leaned over and gently kissed sweet, thin lips. She felt her wife respond and smiled.

The small hand travelled over the curve of the older witch's hip, slowly rising over the muscles of Minerva's tight backside. She heard a soft moan escape from beneath those lovely kissable lips. Pulling away, she stated, "We haven't made love since before Camlaan you know..."

Minerva pulled back, her eyes wide, "But Poppy said..."

Hermione shot her the famous "Cheshire Cat" grin as she answered, "No penetration for me. She didn't say anything about me pleasuring you. And that's what I intend to do." She pulled her wife closer, once again fastening her plump lips over her wife's.

Nibbling, caressing, sucking lightly on lips suddenly alive under her own. Her tongue gently tapped against Minerva's mouth, asking a silent question. The older witch answering by allowing entrance. Revelling in the sweet softness of that talented tongue as it scoured her mouth.

Another moan, deeper more growl-like rose from the Headmistress' chest as strong yet gentle hands began their own journey across womanly curves. Curves made more evident by Hermione's pregnancy.

The young witch felt a gush of fluid escape her folds. It had been so long!

The small hand resting on Minerva's compact backside moved northward, up her muscular back again bumping over scars. Hermione used her fingernails to stimulate her wife into an ocean of goosebumps. She could feel a tremble beneath her fingers as Minerva pulled her into an even deeper kiss.

Needing to breathe, the young woman pulled away and rose to her knees. "I love magic." She stated a huge grin lighting up her eyes, her face, Minerva's heart... the whole chamber.

Minerva watched her pregnant wife move closer, then slip between her legs. Eagerly she opened her thighs, catching Hermione's smirk.

The Headmistress blushed, her entire body shading a deep pink. She felt two small yet magically powerful hands slide over the silky smoothness of her creamy inner thighs. She felt the blood humming in her veins as her arousal grew. Delicious tingles swept through her body concentrating themselves directly in her swiftly heating centre.

Hermione's eyes darkened as she felt her own want rise. She gazed at her wife's womanhood. Soft ebony curls glistened with Minerva's need. Small hands reached the apex of the older witch's thighs coming to rest on either side of her sex. Gentle thumbs slid over quivering folds and deftly parted them to reveal an erect clitoris.

The young witch felt her mouth water at the sight, "God you're gorgeous." She whispered as she lowered her head and placed a tiny kiss onto the tip of her wife's hardened pearl.

That tiny touch caused Minerva's back to arch, her nipples to peak almost painfully and a needy cry to escape her lips.

Normally Hermione would've taken her time to bring her wife to completion. This time however, she did not. Minerva's need was that urgent, that great. She needed release.

Hermione gave her that, and so much more. A skilled, devilish tongue flicked over sensitive quivering flesh with deliberate intensity. Smooth strokes interspersed with firm flicks caused Minerva to pant her passion.

"Oh Kitten... Oh..."

Hermione felt strong hands tangle in her thick mane, pulling her face tighter against the older woman's sweet tasting sex. Eagerly the young woman lapped at the fountain that was freely flowing.

"Oh please... please..." Minerva begged. Something no one had ever been able to make her do... until Hermione.

The young witch brought two fingers to her wife's oozing centre. No need to worry about lubrication. Minerva's spigot was turned on high!

Hermione slid her fingers inside her wife's heat, immediately feeling Minerva's vaginal muscles grip her tightly. "I love you Tabby." She whispered as she began to thrust in even, sure strokes.

Minerva's response was another deep rumbly moan and hips that began to counter thrust matching Hermione's rhythm.

The young woman began placing soft kisses over the older witch's mound, her folds and finally pulling the erect clitoris between her hungry lips to softly suckle.

It was enough to cause the Headmistress to cry out, "OH YES!"

The magic of their bond enveloped the pair, glowing a rich golden hue that lit up the pool making it look as if they were lying in a gigantic Felix Felicis potion.

Minerva felt like she was on fire. Her body's need for it's mate raging uncontrolled. She thrust against her wife's hand and ground her hips wantonly against Hermione's face, "Uh... I...love you!" She screamed feeling her climax approach. Hermione moaned against her pearl adding another layer of delicious sensation.

Minerva's lust darkened emerald eyes rolled back in her head as she loudly wailed her completion, "Ah Uhhhhhhh!"

The castle itself seemed to absorb the connection that fused the two witches because for just a small moment, Minerva felt a mammoth wave of well-being burst through her body. Hermione felt it too as she rose up and looked around, an expression of wonder in her chocolate eyes.

The young woman gazed down at her wife lying in a puddle of sated bliss and smiled, "Feel better?"

"I love you." Minerva McGonagall purred up at her wife. Tears glistening in her sparkling eyes.

"Tha gaol agam ort fhein."****

A deeply touched expression on Minerva's face caused the younger woman's eyes to glisten as well. The older woman opened her arms, "Come here to me."

Grinning with satisfaction, Hermione carefully moved her pregnant body into her wife's strong embrace. She felt the Headmistress' hands stroking and caressing her skin. Hands that came to rest on her swollen belly.

"You have given me so much." Came an emotional whisper from Minerva.

"As you've given to me." Was the young witch's equally emotional reply.

Strong arms tightened as Minerva finally allowed the tears to fall, "I almost lost you."

Hermione could feel the sobs wracking her wife's body. At last Minerva was allowing the trauma to surface. The young woman hoped to exorcise those demons once and for all. She held her wife close, feeling wet tears sliding over her ample breasts.

"I'm here my love, I'm here." She crooned into her wife's ear, "You're stuck with me woman because I'll never leave you."

Minerva smiled through her tears as she felt a reassuring kick against her hand from deep in Hermione's womb. Moving her body into a more comfortable arrangement as she said, "Let me see if I can give you a bit of pleasure." A grin chasing the last of the tears away as she noticed the sudden darkening of her wife's chocolate eyes.

"Oh by all means feel free..."

And with a wicked gleam in dazzling emerald eyes, she did.


-to be continued

AN: Thank you all for being so patient. Stay tuned... ;D

* "There you are."
** "One language is never enough."
*** "I'm sorry Hermione."
**** "I love you too."