Hermione and the Wraith: The "Englarged" Version

Sorry, too lazy to put in the appropriate italics...hopefully will not take away from the story ;)

Chapter II: Visiting the other woman: Minerva McGonnagal

Minerva McGonagall was in her new office settling in with a box of magical nick-knacks she had acquired over the years. It broke her heart, to now move into the office Albus Dumbledore once used; but as the new Headmistress, it had to be done. Most things she left the same. She hadn’t moved any new items in until the Ministry swore her in and she was no longer acting Headmistress of the school.

She sighed. If Hogwarts ever reopens, that is…But the Ministry had told her it would. Several families had already pledged to send their children back, although countless others had already declined. Still, the ones that did even promised to send extra financial support, especially since the grounds would have to be further protected. The Weasley’s had promised their support by offering the Twins to join the staff and other Order members protecting the school. She wasn’t sure how the pranksters could manage teaching without creating havoc, but she did have faith in them. And Minerva was actually thankful that there would be no way the Dementors would be sent back, whether they had sided with the Dark Lord or not.

Minerva magicked a glass to pour itself full of firewhiskey. She took a large gulp and then set it back down, resting her head in her hands as she thought of the countless things she would need to do before school opened next term. The first item was selecting the Head Girl and Head Boy. Naturally Miss Granger would be a shoo in for Head Girl, but she had an inkling the girl would not be returning. Tears had stained both their eyes as the two hugged each other on the last day of school, after the funeral…

Just then a pecking sound was made at the window. She was surprised to see Hedwig waiting, her arms flapping with a letter in her beak. She let the owl in, and then opened the letter.

Dear Professor McGonagall,

I need to speak with you of a very important matter. Could I, by chance, come to Hogwarts tomorrow? I can apparate to the gate at 9am. Please respond as soon as you get this letter. Please do not worry needlessly, I am fine as is everyone else, to the best of my knowledge.

Your student,
Hermione Granger

Minerva hastily wrote back, saying that the time was fine and that she would have two aurors waiting to escort her inside the castle. When she was done she drained the contents of her glass and had another poured. All the while wondering what Hermione could possible want to talk with her about.

Ron sat alone in his room at the Burrow. It had only been a couple of weeks since the last day of school and he missed his friends terribly. Especially a certain know-it-all bookworm. His hands gripping around his pillow as he lay on his stomach, Ron thought about how he may have messed up any chance with her at all. Last year had been…a mistake, Ron thought miserably.

What if she meets someone? What’s to stop her from…becoming involved? What if Vicky…He shook his head. He couldn’t stand the thought of her still seeing Victor again, despite all her protests of them just being friends. But she had kissed him. Ginny had told him so. And she hadn’t denied it when he confronted her about it after the whole Lavender mess.

She had also kissed McGag-me, although she seemed less willing to admit that one. He, Mr. McGag-Hermione-with-his-tongue, on the other hand, had helped spread the rumors. He had felt heartbroken when Lavender told him she thought the two made a cute couple. Whatever.

He thought about writing Hermione a letter, but what would he say? I know what I want to say, I just can’t!

In just a short number of weeks, no, days, she would arrive at the Burrow. Oh, and Harry, too! His family was already busy preparing for the wedding, and he hadn’t gotten left out of the preparations. He also knew that Fleur was planning on asking Hermione to be a bridesmaid, since one of her friends had cancelled. That left one extra Weasley member to walk down the aisle before the bride made her grand entrance. Originally, he was to walk with Ginny, but now they were thinking of moving things around so that Hermione might walk with Charlie while he would have to walk with Gabrielle.

He had tried to hint that Hermione might feel more comfortable walking down with him, but that had led to his twin brothers’ endless teasing. Still, it was better than having her walk down with one of his other brothers. A very single brother, at that! He sighed and rolled on his side in effort to fall asleep. Hoping that his dreams would be more comforting…with a visit from his own dream Hermione.


It was 9am sharp when Hermione appeared in front of the gates. As promised, two unfamiliar aurors were waiting for her. Time seemed to crawl as Hermione entered the castle, where she turned and thanked the aurors, letting them know she knew the way well enough, and made the way to her destination.

The entrance to the Headmistress’ office slid opened for Hermione, and she climbed the winding stairs to the top, where she found Professor McGonagall waiting for her. A small pot of tea along with two filled mugs were also waiting.

“Ms. Granger. How are you?”

Hermione smiled. The woman was like a second mother to her. She ran over and met the older woman’s open arms in a fierce embrace.

“My dear, tell me what it is that has brought you here? Tea?” Minerva asked as they two let go of each other, Hermione taking a seat next to her.

Hermione cleared her throat politely and took the mug closest to her. “I need to talk to you about something…or rather, someone.”

Minerva raised a brow. “What about, Hermione?” She gently raised her own cup and took a sip. Hermione waited until she put it back down again.

“Ernand.”

All color drained from Minerva’s face, what little left there was these days. She was still mourning the loss of Albus Dumbledore.

“Ernand, you say? What…”

“I think you can likely guess what he wants. I mean…”

“You are a chosen.” Minerva said, her tone slightly firm. Yet Hermione could sense no animosity in the tone.

Hermione nodded, her face turning quite red.

“But we do not speak of our…” Minerva paused, reminding herself that Ernand had indeed let her do the same.

“He said that I could ask you…I mean, that you would have, well, quite the story to tell.

Quite the story indeed! Minerva thought to herself. But Ms. Granger was correct. She remembered visiting a woman she had never met before, a woman more than a hundred years old. Ernand and the woman’s time had passed nearly 80 years before that, and the woman had since run her own business in Scotland. She also recalled that the woman was a seer, a well known one from what she read before calling upon her.

Minerva nodded. “Yes, I suppose I do have the story to tell.” And somehow it seemed fitting that Hermione was the one she would now tell it to.

“I suppose it started back in my fifth year. I was a Prefect, just like you, and was doing rounds one night. I was the only one I knew of who had an invisibility cloak, and used it when I patrolled alone.” She didn’t need to tell Hermione that she feared her classmate, Tom, whom she never trusted. “I also had charmed a piece of paper. It showed me, well, spots where students were. Not like the Maurader’s Map, it had no names.”

Hermione gasped. “You know of it?”

“Who do you think showed them the map of my creation? Remus and James used it to then create their own, Sirius helping them figure out how to place names on the dots where people were.” She paused to let the information sink into the young girl’s mind. “But mine could distinguish students from professors, and I saw markings on the map indicating two of the latter. I needed to tell them that some a student, likely Tom, had once again gone off school grounds.”


*Flashback*

Minerva hurried to the area where the two professors were, but when she turned down the hall it was still dark. Hearing voices, no, murmurs, she waited to let her eyes adjust to the darkness and crept down the hall on tiptoe, not sure what she would find.

Finding no one, she stopped and was about to turn back to her patrol area when she heard another sound. A moan.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she crept over toward a small nook. It was her Transfigurations Professor, Professor Dumbledore. Another professor, and young, female, was pressed against the wall by him. Minerva stood frozen in her place as she watched his body thrust into the young woman.

Professor Arness. She was panting, another moan let out from her mouth. Dumbledore caught it in a fierce kiss, and he thrust harder and harder into the other Professor.

Minerva continued to watch their episode in a trance. She watched Dumbledore’s body speed up and thrust a final time as he let his seed flow into the woman’s body.

“I…I’m almost there!” Arness whispered frantically.

Albus leaned down and buried his face in between the woman’s legs. The eager suckings sent a small echo down the hallway. Minerva could see his tongue dip in and out to tease her, then nip at the sensitive area. Then he closed his mouth around the entire area and continued to suck as the woman’s breath began panting again until she finally came. She then giggled. “Oh, Albus, you are incredible! We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

Minerva stayed rooted to her spot, not daring move as the couple redid their robes and then scurried off in separate directions.

After that moment young Minerva became fixated on Albus. She found herself visiting him more often after class, making sure her papers were excellent enough and that she had plenty extra credit work. This included her becoming a registered animagus by the time she left Hogwarts.

She also followed him. Many times she watched as he gave pleasure to and had his way with several of the school female staff. She watched another interlude between him and Arness as she sucked his cock off in one of the empty classrooms. He took Professor Lurmrode from behind, and she was mesmerized by the way his cock went in and out of the woman’s cunt with a force she never knew.

He even had a few lovers in Hogsmead. He was quite the eligible bachelor in his forties with auburn hair and rugged appearance. The owner of a candy shop he took in the back storeroom as she sat on a crate, the woman’s head thrown back as she cried out for him to take her harder and harder.

By the time Minerva left Hogwarts, she swore that she would one day return and make him hers. And only hers.

It was during one of her years at University when Ernand appeared in her dormitory. He had been watching her since her final year at Hogwarts, when he was called to stop Tom Riddle from harming her. Out on one of her patrols, and without her charmed map, she never knew that she had almost run into a group consisting of Tom and some of his newfound followers.

She was shocked at Ernand’s declaration, but thrilled that someone would teach her the arts of sex. She had watched well enough, but she was a good girl and hadn’t experienced it with anyone yet.

The three days she spend with Ernand were more than she had ever hoped for, and when she found herself ready to accept her gift, Ernand surprised her by stating it was true love. Actually, it was a charm he gave her. Upon wearing it, she would know when she found her soul mate, and her partner would know, too.

Truth be told, after three nights with Ernand if someone had said “Albus Dumbledore” she have replied “who?” Actually, her mind had forgotten her former teacher completely. Well, almost.

The summer after graduating University Minerva was surprised to find a letter from Headmaster Dippit, inviting her to teach the following school year at Hogwarts. Excitement from the both the prestigious offer and the chance to renew her acquaintance with Dumbledore sent her heart in a tailspin (no pun intended).

She arrived at Hogwarts along with most of the faculty days before the students would arrive. Before she’d had the chance to unpack her belongings she went to Dumbledore’s office and, finding him alone, seduced him right on the spot. On his desk, to put it more accurately.

She had entered the room and quickly shut and locked the door behind her with a silencing spell, and walked over to where he was sitting behind his desk.

“Ms. MacGonnagal…what…”

She smiled at him as she went right to work, taking a hold of the front of his trousers and brought them down. He didn’t stop her. She took hold of his cock and she kneeled down and brought it to her mouth, letting her tongue glide across the tip.

Albus said nothing as he grabbed hold of her silky, black hair and thrust into her mouth. Her lips felt softer than anything he had ever felt before, and he couldn’t wait to kiss her. But he let her suck his cock, listening to the sounds she made as her saliva and his precum made, until finally spilling his seed into her mouth. Minerva lapped it up. He brought her head up and kissed her, then set her sitting on his desk after sharing his nectar.

Albus wasted no time yanking her long skirt up, then pulled down her knickers. He spread her legs apart and looked longingly at the site before him. She had the most beautiful pussy he’d ever laid eyes on. And that was saying something!

He brought his head down and let a long, lingering swipe cross her folds from top to bottom. He licked and sucked her until she cried out over and over again, her body convulsing and soon she came all over his face.

Albus was hard again, and thrust his cock into her. She was no virgin, thankfully, although he wondered who had taken that prize from him. It could only be someone special, as the girl was a proper one, and he realized that his bachelor days of fucking every single attractive witch who crossed his path, even a couple of married ones, were likely over. He took her into his arms as he thrust deeper and deeper, complying with her begs of giving it to her harder and harder. He came again, this time more violently than he’d ever done before.

Ernand’s charm, which she proudly wore on her neck ever since, glowed and a fiery aura appeared, surrounding the lovemaking duo. A flame burst, and a small, baby phoenix lay in the ashes. From that day forward, the two were together.

*End Flashback*


Hermione smiled as the Headmistress finished telling her story. Tears were not needed, for this was a happy story. Of course, she hadn’t heard all the details that flashed through Minverva’s mind, her memories almost causing her to break. But she couldn’t, not now. Not in front of Hermione.

“So Hermione, take Ernand’s offer and embrace it. Live it. Don’t feel ashamed, that is not was this is about. It is an elite opportunity.”

Hermione nodded, then left. She had all the information she needed. In two more days Ernand would return for her acceptance. And it would begin.