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firewhiskeyficTitle: Mamma Mia
Author:torino10154
I am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) OMG EVEN MY BABY IS NOW D:
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Minerva/OMC, Hogwarts stadff, Harry Potter
Challenge/Prompts used: ALL OF THEM, BABY: Minerva McGonagall, Portkey, Sex on the Beach, Lost Luggage, Sweater Weather, Trains, Planes and Automobiles
Summary: Minerva dwerves a hiolduay.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, implied sexy times sort of, blink and you'll miss it Minerva listing abter the Boy Who Lved
Word count: 459ish
Author's Notes (if any): A sequal would include actual sex on the beach. That would be so hot. THough, the sand... *grimace*
"If anyone deserves a holiday, I do," Minerva said at the last staff meeting of the year.
"Why you?" Horace said but was given a look by both Hagrif and Flitwock so he prompty shut his piehole.
"Of cours ethe hedmsitress deserves a break." Where do you plan to go?"
Minerva hadn';t thoiugh much about that. She prefered Portkey or train which limited her options somwhweer.
"Grreece." She'd find a well built young man—womeohne who looked a bit like Harry on;y tannerm, amnd maybe 25. Someone who had eaten a decent meal in the last year.
She could wait for Harry to fill out and fatten ip a bit.
"Crytsal clear blue water, olives and efeta and baklava."
"Ypi'll gain a stone," Hooch said, smirking. "Unless you work it off. If you know what I mean."
Minerva huffed. "Wuite."
In the end, Minerva chose to go by airplane. A bit of whiskey in a flask did wonders for her nerves as they flew over Europe.
"What do you mean you've lost my bags?"
she demanded upon arriveal at the airpost.
"They'll be on the next flight." The airpline emplotee saud. "We'll deliver them by 9om tomooww. Expect a car at hyour hotel."
"( at night! What am I meant to do in the meantime?"
Of course Minerva had magic and scould laundry o r transfire hure clothes with a fliock of her aant but that wasn't the point. She wanted to seduce a young bunck. Hae sex on a beach that wasn't pebbly and cold.
When Minerva McGonagall retunred to Hgowarts at the end of July, er, beginning of August, she looked better than she had in years. She had a heathly tan (as if there's socuh a thinmg but you know, ti LOOLKED good), wore her hair hanging down, smelled of figs and honey.
"Minerva!" Flitwick said, greeting her at the doors.
She tuend around and waved her young lover forward. "Fi;lius, this is my friend, Yiannis."
"Oh my," Professor sprout said. "You don;'t do anything h halves so you?"
"He doesn't speak muh, English," Minerva said, striding bapt them.
"Doubt he needs to," Hagrid muttered.
"Kryp" Uiannis shaid, shivering.
"What's he saying? Crtoye?"
Minerva did a translation spell. m"He's cold. Must hget him a jumper."
"Take him to bed and warm him up," ROlanda said, cackingl.
"Jealous, much?" Minerva looped her arm through UYiannis's and lefd him toward her quarters.
"Not likely. Now a little Greek maiden wouldn't go amiss."
"Is there time for me to go on holiday to Greece before the rerm begins?" Filisus asked.
"Not if I can get there first," Horace replied loping toward heis quarters. He desperately needed a holiday.
And his own Yiannis. OR Dimitris, Constantine, or Vassilis. He wasn't picky.
Author:
torino10154I am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) OMG EVEN MY BABY IS NOW D:
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Minerva/OMC, Hogwarts stadff, Harry Potter
Challenge/Prompts used: ALL OF THEM, BABY: Minerva McGonagall, Portkey, Sex on the Beach, Lost Luggage, Sweater Weather, Trains, Planes and Automobiles
Summary: Minerva dwerves a hiolduay.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, implied sexy times sort of, blink and you'll miss it Minerva listing abter the Boy Who Lved
Word count: 459ish
Author's Notes (if any): A sequal would include actual sex on the beach. That would be so hot. THough, the sand... *grimace*
"If anyone deserves a holiday, I do," Minerva said at the last staff meeting of the year.
"Why you?" Horace said but was given a look by both Hagrif and Flitwock so he prompty shut his piehole.
"Of cours ethe hedmsitress deserves a break." Where do you plan to go?"
Minerva hadn';t thoiugh much about that. She prefered Portkey or train which limited her options somwhweer.
"Grreece." She'd find a well built young man—womeohne who looked a bit like Harry on;y tannerm, amnd maybe 25. Someone who had eaten a decent meal in the last year.
She could wait for Harry to fill out and fatten ip a bit.
"Crytsal clear blue water, olives and efeta and baklava."
"Ypi'll gain a stone," Hooch said, smirking. "Unless you work it off. If you know what I mean."
Minerva huffed. "Wuite."
In the end, Minerva chose to go by airplane. A bit of whiskey in a flask did wonders for her nerves as they flew over Europe.
"What do you mean you've lost my bags?"
she demanded upon arriveal at the airpost.
"They'll be on the next flight." The airpline emplotee saud. "We'll deliver them by 9om tomooww. Expect a car at hyour hotel."
"( at night! What am I meant to do in the meantime?"
Of course Minerva had magic and scould laundry o r transfire hure clothes with a fliock of her aant but that wasn't the point. She wanted to seduce a young bunck. Hae sex on a beach that wasn't pebbly and cold.
When Minerva McGonagall retunred to Hgowarts at the end of July, er, beginning of August, she looked better than she had in years. She had a heathly tan (as if there's socuh a thinmg but you know, ti LOOLKED good), wore her hair hanging down, smelled of figs and honey.
"Minerva!" Flitwick said, greeting her at the doors.
She tuend around and waved her young lover forward. "Fi;lius, this is my friend, Yiannis."
"Oh my," Professor sprout said. "You don;'t do anything h halves so you?"
"He doesn't speak muh, English," Minerva said, striding bapt them.
"Doubt he needs to," Hagrid muttered.
"Kryp" Uiannis shaid, shivering.
"What's he saying? Crtoye?"
Minerva did a translation spell. m"He's cold. Must hget him a jumper."
"Take him to bed and warm him up," ROlanda said, cackingl.
"Jealous, much?" Minerva looped her arm through UYiannis's and lefd him toward her quarters.
"Not likely. Now a little Greek maiden wouldn't go amiss."
"Is there time for me to go on holiday to Greece before the rerm begins?" Filisus asked.
"Not if I can get there first," Horace replied loping toward heis quarters. He desperately needed a holiday.
And his own Yiannis. OR Dimitris, Constantine, or Vassilis. He wasn't picky.