Epilogue
Albus Dumbledore, along with the rest of gallery of esteemed Headmistresses and Headmasters of Hogwarts, momentarily glanced up as the flames danced to life; two distinct and very welcome forms stepping into the office. A smile already curing the tips of his lips as his eyes continued gazing over his half moon spectacles, as fingers desperately pulled the other closer.
"Do we have time?" Hermione murmured as her body innately responded to her lover's welcome touch that traveled down her neck while she herself nipped at Minerva's ear.
"Filius is watching Rose till morning." Minerva countered.
"Did I mention how much…" She pulled back, "I love you?" Eyes already dark with passion.
"Not since dawn." Minerva whispered in response as Hermione's fingers deftly unfastened her cloak.
"I do." Hermione proclaimed.
"And I you." Soft lips recanted as she gently claimed waiting wet ones; tongues slowly, gently yielding to the other as the plunged deeply into hidden treasures. Her hands beginning to quickly shed first Hermione's outer cloak, followed by her inner…
"The door…" Hermione murmured as her head fell backwards, easily succumbing to Minerva's deft hands and found herself against a soft mattress pressing along the back of her knees. There were times she marveled Minerva's expertise in transfiguration; but on evenings like this…she was far more thankful than awestruck.
"Already locked." Came the heady reply as she pushed Hermione back onto the bed, her warmth coming to rest atop Hermione's.
Brown eyes twinkled as she leaned forward, "I missed you too."
"Now that Rose is a bit older," Minerva kissed down her jaw, "Perhaps we'll have…"
"More time for each other?" Hermione finished as she pushed Minerva over, onto her back.
"The thought did cross my mind." Minerva breathed as Hermione banished her clothes.
"Oh…you are so beautiful, Minerva…" Hermione stated as her hand slid along the soft contours of milky skin; relishing the way her breasts eagerly responded to her touch and how only flecks of emerald remained against the molten hunter green eyes staring back at her. With aching slowness, she kissed the warm flesh…the skin pebbling and she felt her pulse quicken as stilted breaths came out from rosy lips. Seconds slipped by…her methodic ministrations teasing, and finally fulfilling as she lavished the tantalizing flesh, softly hued buds as throaty moans of pleasure danced upon her skin.
With difficulty, Minerva coaxed Hermione up, capturing her lips as she molded her body into the lush curves of her lover; sliding her leg up and then down as her fingers drew Hermione's head and mouth closer…sinking into the thick chestnut mane. "However I did have other thoughts…" Minerva shifted, pushing her body forward and Hermione onto her back.
"Hmmm." Hermione's fingers clutching at Minerva's hips, bringing the luscious, heady warmth closer to her own. "What other thoughts?"
"Having another child…" She watched as lidded, passion filled eyes tried to focus upon her; wonderment, shock, love all reflecting back beneath the lust. "With me."
"Minerva…" She slowly reached up, drawing a hand down the elegant lines of her jaw. "I…" She leaned forward, taking the sweat taste of rosy lips as a wetness graced both of their cheeks; though neither knew who it stemmed from. And it didn't matter as Hermione expressed how much she relished the notion. Tongues eagerly delving…as hands roamed…
And Albus stretched, nodding to the rest of the portraits; it was time that they leave to give them a hint of privacy. He watched as one by one, they left…
Until only Salazar remained, and with a soft motion…he indicated to Dumbledore it was time for him to leave too. Albus' cast one final glance towards the women, his face flushing before vanishing to one of his other frames.
Salazar, however, remained for a moment more…eyes watching as Minerva's body sunk into Hermione's…the way their faces portrayed love…and how open and unreserved the normally stalwart woman was; his curiosity finally abated regarding the enigmatic Headmistress. She controlled her emotions like her magic; with profound deftness. However, as their bodies began to move in a heated rhythm; it became apparent that no matter the ability to control...even the mighty Gryffindor fell to the laws of nature as cries of need, proclamations of love…moans of lust filled the air.
Standing he went to step from his portrait, knowing that a long dismal night awaited him at the last home outside of Hogwarts that still held his portrait; his long since abandoned castle where he got to stare into the cold dark, snow vista. However, Hermione's pleas graced his ears; he knew he'd have warm thoughts to keep him company and he left the two women alone. A faint smile upon his lips that while he never would have sought companionship with a woman like Minerva McGonagall or even Granger; but…as he stepped into the tattered remnants of his family home, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with either woman.
However, knowing that neither woman would fancy him; their love was bound to the other.
Xoxo
A/N: To Tigertales; sorry this wasn't done sooner for your birthday. As for other updates/stories; going to try and work on either Should Have or Have Little Faith in between Bonding updates. My goal is to finish all my open stories, save for Bonding before the Holidays and then wrap up Bonding. Thank you very much for your wondrous notes & reviews; they have been most appreciated! I do hope you enjoyed!