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Tartan Wrapped Dream	By : snapeswife Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/McGonagall Views: 10048 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The wind blew harshly around Minnie and Kingsley as they stood outside gazing out over the Black Lake. The wind tore her robes, and she shivered ever so slightly before pulling them tightly around her. Somehow, sensing her feeling the coolness, Kingsley quickly pulled her back against his chest and murmured a quick warming spell. They both sighed softly Minnie because of the warmth, and Kingsley because she was leaning against him.

“Perhaps we could go inside where the wind isn’t trying to attack us?” he offered gently, his deep voice rumbling around them. Minerva turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder, biting her lip gently.

“Sounds like an excellent idea.” she said just loud enough to be heard over the wind. Taking her hand in his, she walked with him back into the castle, guiding him to her rooms, not too far from the hospital wing. Withdrawing her wand she dropped her wards and opened the door.

Once inside the room she tossed her outer robe on the chair next to the piano and sat down gingerly on the stool, and let her nimble fingers pick out a slow melody as she played. Kingsley’s hands closed around hers. Gently he lifted them from the keyboard and shut the lid gently. Minnie smiled softly but didn’t look at him. Instead she moved toward the bedroom, taking off her high heels as she went. She paused only at the door to look at him, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Minnie walked into the bathroom and removed her lilac button-up shirt, unzipped her pencil skirt, leaving her clothed only in her matching bra and panty set, garter belt and black, lacy topped stockings. Taking her long black hair from its side braid she shook out the wavy locks and pulled on her robe. The garment barely covered the tops of her stockings. Quickly she stepped from the bathroom.

As she had expected, Kingsley was sitting on a chair near the fireplace. He had removed his shoes and helped himself to some of the brandy she kept on the table nearest the window. Leaning softly against the doorframe she stopped and watched him. He was gazing into the fire, lost in his own thoughts, a haunted look in his eyes as he watched the dancing flames.

Brushing her sweating palms on her robe Minnie pushed herself from the doorframe and walked to where he sat. With a hand gently running up and down his back she spoke softly, “Where are you tonight, Kingsley?” Her soft soprano voice had filled the room, allowing her brogue to dance along the words. When her hand stopped on his shoulder, he covered it with his own but said nothing. Sighing softly, she moved around the chair and knelt in front of him, her small pale hand coming to cup his cheek softly. Her eyes met his before she leaned up to press her lips gently to his.

After a moment or two, Kingsley began to kiss her back, his large hand coming to cup the back of her head, and just as his fingers combed into her long wavy tresses the kiss deepened. He tasted of brandy, and yet there was also a masculine taste that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Perhaps, she thought, it was the lingering taste of a cigar. Gently he nibbled gently on her bottom lip, and a whimper escaped her lips just as she was pulled into his lap. She straddled his lap naturally, a knee on each side of his legs. His hands ran up and down her legs lightly, brushing under the edge of robe. They almost danced across the tops of her thigh highs. A guttural moan escaped him as her arms wrapped around his neck, and she ground her hips against him.

Minnie broke the kiss, panting, her lips plumped and swollen from the onslaught. “Kingsley, I need you, please.” she begged in almost a whimper, her eyes pleading with him to continue. He said nothing, but lifted her into his arms and walked to the edge of the bed, sitting her down easily. Withdrawing his wand he removed all but his boxers, which were barely containing his growing erection. A muffled whimper came from Minnie who was looking at him greedily as she took in the sight.

The firelight danced on his ebony skin, casting a defining light and shadow along his muscular frame, and giving additional depth to his already toned body. He smirked at her as he watched her take in his body, but was shocked when instead of undressing as he had, she slid off the edge of the bed to kneel in front of him once more. Eyeing him hungrily, she pulled down his boxers, and licked her lips as he bounced in front of her face. “Wha-?” His words were cut off as she took him into her mouth eagerly, taking as much of his length into her mouth and throat as she could, using her hands to stroke the rest of his length.

Kingsley moaned loudly as his head fell back. A hand stretched out to grip one of the posts of the four-poster bed, his other hand was buried in Minnie’s hair. She worked her way up and down his massive length a few times, as their mixed moans filled the room.

“Good, sweet, merciful Merlin, Minnie.” He finally managed to say, giving a slight tug on her hair, signaling her to get up. With one last slurp she stood slowly in front of him, untying her robe as she rose from her keeling position. Dropping the robe, she stood before him in her lacey matching black and lilac bra and panty set, her garter going along with the set. Her once tame curls now seemed almost wild as they fell about her shoulders and back, as the firelight pulling forth the light red tint that seemed to radiate from inside the curls themselves.

Stepping from inside his underwear Kingsley stepped forward and kissed her passionately, his hands ghosting over her feminine curves, as he moved them slowly towards the bed. He pushed her backwards onto the bed with a smile and she giggled lightly, moving to lie back on the pillows, as he crawled over her, his lips brushing against hers.

They stayed like that for a while, kissing, touching teasing, until Kingsley began to kiss a slow path down her neck, along the top of her chest, placing a gentle kiss on the tops of each of each of her breasts, a light sigh escaping her lips as his expert fingers deftly removed her bra, tossing it over his shoulder. His lips then caressed each of her breasts. It was a kiss, oh so gentle, his tongue grazing over the skin lightly before blowing cool air on the now hardening buds that were her nipples. Rising rose colored peaks in the middle of her large creamy breasts. He feasted on one, then the other. Soliciting whimpers, and moans from Minnie, she called out his name more than once, her nails leaving small crescent marks on his shoulders.

“Kingsley, Merlin, please!” she all but screamed. He smirked against her skin and finally began kissing down her body, his tongue grazing against the skin of her stomach, its rapid rise and fall a product of his ministrations, pulling a smile from him as he licked and nibbled along the top of her underwear. Somehow she had put them on over the garter, so he was able to remove it and leave the garter on. He placed gentle kisses along the skin of the inside of her thighs, his teeth grazing along the skin gently.

Her light whimpers and pleas were driving him wild, he was driving her insane, a aching need filled them both, and it was with a mutual sigh that he thrust somewhat roughly into her warm opening. While Minnie was no virgin, it took her a minute to adjust to his size. When she gave him a reassuring nod he began a slow, but shallow pace. Minnie dug her nails into his shoulders, her long legs wrapping around his muscular waist as he moved his hips, almost in a rolling manner. Moaning his name over and over her moved her hands down to his ass, her feet and hands now urging him on, trying to pull him deeper into her warmth.

“Kingsley, please, more….” Came her begging plea, and he obliged her willingly, thrusting deeply, a groan falling from his lips a whimpering moan from hers. His pace changed, he picked up speed as the thrust as hard and deeply as he could, but stopped suddenly. He withdrew from her and flipped her to her stomach he made her lay flat on her stomach, her legs together he place a knee on each side of her ass and pushed himself inside her waiting warmth once more.

She gasped in pleasure, her hands fisting in her blanket, as she bit into the material, effectively muffling her moans, his groans echoed through the room, he kept his thrusts shallow again, his hands in an almost vice grip on light skin of her ass. Stopping for a moment he slid his knees further back and deepened his thrusting, as a hand slapped her ass, a large red handprint forming immediately.

“Oh Merlin yes! Fuck me like that Kingsley!” Cam her scream, she would have been shocked at the language that came from her mouth had it been any other situation, but between his deep hard thrusts, and his hands slapping her ass, she really didn’t care.

“Oh gods, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She begged her brogue thicker, lust filled as her orgasm grew closer and just before she exploded he stopped again and withdrew, causing her to whimper in disappointment. He climbed from the bed and pulled her over to the chair he had been sitting in previously. He sat quickly and moved her so she was positioned as she had been before, and thrust inside her roughly, eliciting a scream from Minnie.

He pounded into her warmth, his mouth on her breast, his thumb playing on her clit gently, pressing her orgasm to rush forward once more. She moaned his name, her hands gripping his head as he bounced her up and down on him. His release was coming quickly, he threw his head back and fucked her mercilessly. In just another moment or two Minnie’s orgasm hit her and she screamed loudly, her body shaking violently. Another thrust and Kingsley withdrew, his hot seed spilling on her thigh as she still shook from the orgasm that had rocked her body.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, after a moment they broke apart and he snuggled her against him, until he was able to stand, her eyes were heavy and just a moment or two after he tucked her into her bed she was asleep. He dressed slowly and stepped from the room and victorious grin filling his dark features as he slipped from the now darkened grounds.

Xoxoxoxoxoxox

The next morning was the day that the students arrived. Severus had slept like hell the night before, between dreams of bewitching blue eyes, and the damnable memory potion that he just couldn’t get right paging him he had barely gotten more than three hours, which was why to his annoyance he had watched Kingsley Shacklebolt slip from the grounds, a grin on his face. The type of grin that meant only one thing, it wasn’t his business, he didn’t care, he told himself. That little internal voice argued with him though. If you don’t care, why do you keep looking up to see if she has come in for breakfast yet? He growled internally and closed his Daily Prophet, scooping himself a portion of eggs, then sausages he tried to pretended to not see a very tired looking Minnie walking into the great Hall. There was only one seat left, thankfully it wasn’t next to Severus, but was close enough for him to be able to listen to any of her conversations without being discovered.

She sat down between Filius and Sybil. The latter was the first to speak to her, Severus jerked his head up at hearing the new deputy speak though, as did most of the table, for her former voice didn’t fall from her lips, this was much softer, albeit a little raspy. “My dear, you must learn to get some rest before you deal with these students! Professor McGonagall, I’m shocked that your aunt hadn’t told you what a hassle the students can be on one’s nerves!”

Severus scoffed, was that the best story Shacklebolt could come up with? He sighed and shook his head, he hadn’t been at the “meeting” that she had been introduced at. Severus had been away gathering ingredients thankfully. He looked over at Minnie, longing to hear her answer but stopped when her eyes met his. He shivered gently, although his face never betrayed him, looking down at his plate after she turned away. Taking a large gulp of too hot tea, he swept from the table, almost running to his rooms and his shower. Just a look alone had him begging for release.

As he stepped beneath the spray he muttered to himself. “Damn her, damn her eyes, and damn Albus for not hiding that damnable potion!”

Xoxoxoxoxoxo

Dilys swept into the portrait where Albus sat in a high backed chair, a resounding smack waking him from the nap. “Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I hope you are happy with yourself!” She shouted at him. He blinked at her for a moment attempting to process everything before shooting her a confused look. “Oh, don’t you look at me that way! Your plan, it isn’t going to work you old fool! She’s been intimate with Kingsley! I had to witness the whole ordeal, rather scaring really. You cannot control people like this all of the time! Who gives a flying fuck what the prophecy said, people are not pawns in a game!” She smacked him again, knocking his half moon spectacles askew and sweeping from the portrait without giving him a chance to respond.

He sat there for what seemed like hours before uttering one word that echoed through the Headmasters office. “Fuck.”
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