Post by Karlynne on Aug 9, 2005 0:25:23 GMT -5
Our cousin, Kelsey was kind enough to share this one. Kim
I am not even going to mention where this plot bunny came from. Suffice it to say it was an experiment gone awry and not to be repeated. It’s pure fluff and nonsense.
To Kelsey with love, Karlie
Something New
Minerva McGonagall woke up in a bad mood. It was her seventy-first birthday and nothing was turning out the way she planned. It was Saturday and Albus had been called away from the school and uncertain of his return. Their afternoon tea would have to be postponed. They had just started their courtship two weeks ago and she had had high hopes for the day.
It was the first Hogsmeade weekend for the students and the castle was nearly empty with only the first and second year students occupying the floors.
Her friends had taken her out last night for a drink and given her gifts to help celebrate. Poppy and Pomona both had plans for this evening, hence the reason they took her out the night before, and Rolanda was busy making arrangements for the quidditch match the following day.
Minerva was on her own and it annoyed her. She was currently walking through the streets of Hogsmeade, skirting around groups of students. The hordes of adolescents crowding the sidewalks forced her into one of the many shops lining the streets.
She had frequented Beatrice’s closet before and she loved fingering the lingerie but she disliked the condescending attitude of the sales staff.
As expected a clerk greeted her and immediately led her over to what Minerva called the granny wear. Why twenty-something year old clerks were determined to believe no one over the age of forty indulged in seductive wear was ludicrous as far as she was concerned and she grimaced as the saleswoman held up a pair of bloomers that she and another person would be able to wear simultaneously.
“I would much rather see something in red,” stated Minerva. “I was told muggles have invented something called a wonder bra. Might you have something similar?”
The saleswoman stared at Minerva in open mouth shock and Minerva took the opportunity to walk towards a display of nightwear.
She loved red underclothing. It might be her Gryffindor upbringing but since gold or even yellow colored unmentionables were scarce she tried to fill the gap with red items.
A red stripe among a pile of blues and purples caught her eye and she moved towards it. She lifted the small bit of material and turned it over. Not quite sure what it was she looked across at the sign.
Thongs.
She saw matching brassieres and picked up a red one. It wasn’t a wonder bra but it would do wonders for anyone seeing her in it. Of course the one person she wanted to show it off to was unlikely to see it any time soon.
“This has become one of our most popular items,” declared another saleswoman that had sidled up to Minerva. “I advise trying it on though.” She nodded toward the dressing room and Minerva grabbed up the two scraps of clothing and went inside one of the cubicles.
She emerged a few minutes later with an odd look on her face. Surely she hadn’t put it on correctly. She was about to question the saleswoman when an owl swooped through a window and landed on the table beside her.
It was a school owl and Severus was having problems with a few Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors. Minerva was certain he was just disgruntled about being left in charge but she had better hurry back to make sure her cubs came to no harm.
She paid for her purchases and shoved her normal underwear in her bag. She shrank it and put it in her pocket before hurrying back to the school.
By the time she reached Hogwarts she was in a foul mood. The thong was not made for walking and she had nearly run the entire distance. The bra was beautiful to look at but not very practical and she wasn’t certain it would hold up under the strain.
She entered the castle to find Severus with eight second year students. They were in various states of boggled magic. Severus was smirking and Minerva barely stopped from rolling her eyes in front of the students.
“Professor, as you can see several of the students decided to attempt spells beyond their capabilities.”
Minerva removed her wand from her sleeve and with a few swishes everyone was set to rights again.
“I can understand how difficult it must have been for you to straighten matters out,” retorted Minerva. “At least you are aware of the necessity of not attempting magic beyond your capabilities.”
She was staring sternly at the students but she felt Severus flinch and she shooed the students off to their common rooms.
“Good day, Severus.” She left before he could comment. She had to reach her rooms so she could remove the offensive underwear. How could anyone wear such a thing?
She entered her rooms and tossed her cloak on the sofa. Her white blouse was hardly conducive to hiding the red bra she wore underneath but at least no one had seen.
A light tap came as soon as she finished her thought and she called out to see who it was.
“It is Albus,” came the reply and Minerva could hear the smile in his voice.
Happy at hearing his voice she hurried to the door and opened it. He entered with a gift in hand and Minerva took it only to stop before she unwrapped it. Why was he staring?
Albus was happy to leave the ministry as early as he did and he hurried back to the school. Perhaps he could salvage some of the afternoon. He wanted to spend some time with her alone and the added bonus of it being her birthday just made it special.
He was happy to find her in her rooms and not wandering the halls of the castle or worse, in her office grading papers. He would never get her away from her desk if she were marking exams.
She looked as lovely as ever and it was only when she reached for her gift that he noticed her attire. The bright red was like a beacon and he could hardly believe something so small contained her considerable assets.
Minerva followed his gaze and blushed when she realized where he was staring.
“I just purchased it and didn’t have time to change,” she stammered.
Albus’ eyes were twinkling madly. “Don’t change on my account, my dear.”
Minerva’s mouth gaped open.
Albus walked over and gently lifted her chin until her mouth closed. “Was it a birthday present?”
Minerva shook her head. “I just wanted something different. However, I didn’t choose wisely. I was on my way to change when you knocked.”
“A pity. I think it works for you. However, I don’t think it’s my opinion you seek.”
Minerva stared at him. “I was thinking of you when I tried it on,” she admitted softly.
“Merlin Minerva! How much do you think I can take?” In a flash he was at her side. “I am but a man.”
He pulled her to him and his lips descended on hers. Snogging was raised to an art form as he sent her reeling to new heights. She could feel his pounding heartbeat through her thin blouse. His arousal was pressed against her belly and it sent a river of heat coursing through her.
Without a word he broke off the kiss and led her to her bedroom.
“I’ve dreamed of making love to you in here,” he admitted.
Minerva stared at him bemused. Was Albus really about to make love to her? Was her greatest fantasy about to become reality?
He was trailing kisses down her neck and she snapped to attention. His hand was on her blouse but the buttons were released without help. His wandless magic was aiding him.
Her blouse was pulled away and she watched his eyes rake over her chest. Her cups were spilling over and the pale skin above the lace held his attention. His hands came forth and cupped both breasts. He leaned forward and inhaled her scent. He lifted his head and leaned back.
“Perhaps I should see the entire ensemble before I continue.”
Minerva blushed but she stood and unhooked the clasp on her skirt. She summoned a hanger and put both skirt and blouse on it. She turned and hung it in her wardrobe. His gasp was expected but she smiled all the same. She turned back to face him.
“It’s a thong. It’s most uncomfortable.”
“I think I can do something about that,” declared Albus with a waggle of his eyebrows.
It was Minerva’s turn to gasp as the last of her clothing disappeared.
This story ended with the most spectacular lemon but I know that all of you are above such doings so I took it off. Kelsey
I am not even going to mention where this plot bunny came from. Suffice it to say it was an experiment gone awry and not to be repeated. It’s pure fluff and nonsense.
To Kelsey with love, Karlie
Something New
Minerva McGonagall woke up in a bad mood. It was her seventy-first birthday and nothing was turning out the way she planned. It was Saturday and Albus had been called away from the school and uncertain of his return. Their afternoon tea would have to be postponed. They had just started their courtship two weeks ago and she had had high hopes for the day.
It was the first Hogsmeade weekend for the students and the castle was nearly empty with only the first and second year students occupying the floors.
Her friends had taken her out last night for a drink and given her gifts to help celebrate. Poppy and Pomona both had plans for this evening, hence the reason they took her out the night before, and Rolanda was busy making arrangements for the quidditch match the following day.
Minerva was on her own and it annoyed her. She was currently walking through the streets of Hogsmeade, skirting around groups of students. The hordes of adolescents crowding the sidewalks forced her into one of the many shops lining the streets.
She had frequented Beatrice’s closet before and she loved fingering the lingerie but she disliked the condescending attitude of the sales staff.
As expected a clerk greeted her and immediately led her over to what Minerva called the granny wear. Why twenty-something year old clerks were determined to believe no one over the age of forty indulged in seductive wear was ludicrous as far as she was concerned and she grimaced as the saleswoman held up a pair of bloomers that she and another person would be able to wear simultaneously.
“I would much rather see something in red,” stated Minerva. “I was told muggles have invented something called a wonder bra. Might you have something similar?”
The saleswoman stared at Minerva in open mouth shock and Minerva took the opportunity to walk towards a display of nightwear.
She loved red underclothing. It might be her Gryffindor upbringing but since gold or even yellow colored unmentionables were scarce she tried to fill the gap with red items.
A red stripe among a pile of blues and purples caught her eye and she moved towards it. She lifted the small bit of material and turned it over. Not quite sure what it was she looked across at the sign.
Thongs.
She saw matching brassieres and picked up a red one. It wasn’t a wonder bra but it would do wonders for anyone seeing her in it. Of course the one person she wanted to show it off to was unlikely to see it any time soon.
“This has become one of our most popular items,” declared another saleswoman that had sidled up to Minerva. “I advise trying it on though.” She nodded toward the dressing room and Minerva grabbed up the two scraps of clothing and went inside one of the cubicles.
She emerged a few minutes later with an odd look on her face. Surely she hadn’t put it on correctly. She was about to question the saleswoman when an owl swooped through a window and landed on the table beside her.
It was a school owl and Severus was having problems with a few Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors. Minerva was certain he was just disgruntled about being left in charge but she had better hurry back to make sure her cubs came to no harm.
She paid for her purchases and shoved her normal underwear in her bag. She shrank it and put it in her pocket before hurrying back to the school.
By the time she reached Hogwarts she was in a foul mood. The thong was not made for walking and she had nearly run the entire distance. The bra was beautiful to look at but not very practical and she wasn’t certain it would hold up under the strain.
She entered the castle to find Severus with eight second year students. They were in various states of boggled magic. Severus was smirking and Minerva barely stopped from rolling her eyes in front of the students.
“Professor, as you can see several of the students decided to attempt spells beyond their capabilities.”
Minerva removed her wand from her sleeve and with a few swishes everyone was set to rights again.
“I can understand how difficult it must have been for you to straighten matters out,” retorted Minerva. “At least you are aware of the necessity of not attempting magic beyond your capabilities.”
She was staring sternly at the students but she felt Severus flinch and she shooed the students off to their common rooms.
“Good day, Severus.” She left before he could comment. She had to reach her rooms so she could remove the offensive underwear. How could anyone wear such a thing?
She entered her rooms and tossed her cloak on the sofa. Her white blouse was hardly conducive to hiding the red bra she wore underneath but at least no one had seen.
A light tap came as soon as she finished her thought and she called out to see who it was.
“It is Albus,” came the reply and Minerva could hear the smile in his voice.
Happy at hearing his voice she hurried to the door and opened it. He entered with a gift in hand and Minerva took it only to stop before she unwrapped it. Why was he staring?
Albus was happy to leave the ministry as early as he did and he hurried back to the school. Perhaps he could salvage some of the afternoon. He wanted to spend some time with her alone and the added bonus of it being her birthday just made it special.
He was happy to find her in her rooms and not wandering the halls of the castle or worse, in her office grading papers. He would never get her away from her desk if she were marking exams.
She looked as lovely as ever and it was only when she reached for her gift that he noticed her attire. The bright red was like a beacon and he could hardly believe something so small contained her considerable assets.
Minerva followed his gaze and blushed when she realized where he was staring.
“I just purchased it and didn’t have time to change,” she stammered.
Albus’ eyes were twinkling madly. “Don’t change on my account, my dear.”
Minerva’s mouth gaped open.
Albus walked over and gently lifted her chin until her mouth closed. “Was it a birthday present?”
Minerva shook her head. “I just wanted something different. However, I didn’t choose wisely. I was on my way to change when you knocked.”
“A pity. I think it works for you. However, I don’t think it’s my opinion you seek.”
Minerva stared at him. “I was thinking of you when I tried it on,” she admitted softly.
“Merlin Minerva! How much do you think I can take?” In a flash he was at her side. “I am but a man.”
He pulled her to him and his lips descended on hers. Snogging was raised to an art form as he sent her reeling to new heights. She could feel his pounding heartbeat through her thin blouse. His arousal was pressed against her belly and it sent a river of heat coursing through her.
Without a word he broke off the kiss and led her to her bedroom.
“I’ve dreamed of making love to you in here,” he admitted.
Minerva stared at him bemused. Was Albus really about to make love to her? Was her greatest fantasy about to become reality?
He was trailing kisses down her neck and she snapped to attention. His hand was on her blouse but the buttons were released without help. His wandless magic was aiding him.
Her blouse was pulled away and she watched his eyes rake over her chest. Her cups were spilling over and the pale skin above the lace held his attention. His hands came forth and cupped both breasts. He leaned forward and inhaled her scent. He lifted his head and leaned back.
“Perhaps I should see the entire ensemble before I continue.”
Minerva blushed but she stood and unhooked the clasp on her skirt. She summoned a hanger and put both skirt and blouse on it. She turned and hung it in her wardrobe. His gasp was expected but she smiled all the same. She turned back to face him.
“It’s a thong. It’s most uncomfortable.”
“I think I can do something about that,” declared Albus with a waggle of his eyebrows.
It was Minerva’s turn to gasp as the last of her clothing disappeared.
This story ended with the most spectacular lemon but I know that all of you are above such doings so I took it off. Kelsey
I will sit here and wait until your family comes up with some good blackmail material and see if you change your mind about that lemon. 
