A/n: So for all of those who wanted a long chapter fic here it is! Big thanks to Cherrii Marina for being my beta and Twisted Dkat for the challenge. Also fair warning... This is a M rated fic.. and the M starts like... right now. Disclaimer: I'm am not JK Rowling I just like to play with her characters. I own nothing. Challenge Rules:
Quotes: Please use at least Three:
"Hold on! That doesn't fit there!"
"Please tell me you're not pregnant."
"You've got another thing coming if you think I'm sticking my hand in there."
"Sometimes you get a flash of what you look like to other people." - Zadie Smith
"I don't hate people. I just feel better when they aren't around."
"When a good girl goes bad, she dies forever."
"You can get addicted to a certain kind of pain."
"I cannot kiss you, and I want to."
"Be one of us tonight."
"I love what you hide."
"I didn't need anyone one else, I needed you!"
Choose at least One:
An old skeleton key.
An old locket.
A creaky staircase and the smell of pine trees.
A windy hallway.
Choose at least One:
Your favorite character receives a cursed quill that only allows them to write the truth.
Minerva McGonagall finds some parchment that looks to be blank, but is definitely not.
An enchanted quill produces some unwanted results.
An enchanted ring forces a meeting between the two.
Choose at least One:
Your favorite character experiments with a new potion.
One of them receiving an anonymous Christmas gift
Anonymous gifts start appearing on one of their hearths.
Hogwarts organizes a Secret Santa exchange for the students staying over the holidays.
Choose at least One:
Bittersweet Kisses
Stocking
Madness
Vanilla
May
Before the battle they had been friends – teacher and student. Though they had both held a deep love for each other for years, neither one of them had been willing to risk the friendship and had kept the feelings buried as best they could.
The dust of battle had barely settled when the two witches had found each other. They had rushed into each other's arms, their lips crashing together in a searing kiss of desperation, and they had not left the embrace since; not as Hermione Granger apparated the two of them to her parents' now empty house, not as they stumbled frantically up the stairs, clothes being pulled from flushed bodies, not as they kissed every inch of exposed skin, and not as they tumbled into bed together.
Now here they were, soft lips caressing pleading skin; fingers pleasuring the aching need. Hermione gasped as her new lover slowly slid her tongue across the hot skin of her stomach. Minerva McGonagall purred at the sound and kissed her way lower, gently pushing Hermione's legs farther apart, her eyes feasting on the chestnut curls before her.
With a feral grin, Minerva lowered her head, her eyes never leaving Hermione's, and slowly lapped her tongue up Hermione's slick entrance.
"Mmm, so wet," Minerva murmured.
Hermione moaned at the contact, her hands tangling into Minerva's hair, her hips arching off the bed. Minerva shoved her hips back down and held her still against the bed, her greedy tongue guiding the young woman closer to the edge yet refusing to let her fall into ecstasy, keeping her in sweet agony.
"Please," Hermione whimpered.
"Please what?" Minerva asked as she used her thumb to tease Hermione's clit, drawing a loud moan from the woman.
"Oh Gods… Minerva… I need… you," Hermione exclaimed, panting.
Minerva knew what she needed, what they both needed. She summoned her wand from the floor and with a whispered spell, Minerva was the possessor of an eight inch erection. She slid up Hermione's body, stopping briefly to tease hardened nipples, reveling in the gasps and moans coming from the witch beneath her. Emerald eyes captured chocolate irises and with a slight nod from Hermione, Minerva sank her length slowly inside her dripping channel.
"Yesss," Hermione groaned, her hips rising to meet Minerva's powerful thrusts.
"Hermione..." Minerva moaned.
"Close… so close," Hermione gasped, wrapping her legs around Minerva, her nails leaving angry streaks down the older witch's muscled back.
Minerva's thrusts became frenzied as they climbed higher, Hermione's passion-filled cries urging her on.
"Oh Gods!" Hermione cried, her legs tightening, drawing Minerva deeper, toes curling, fists clenching. Her orgasm ripped through her, leaving her body shuddering and her lungs gasping for air. Her pulsing core sending Minerva tumbling over the edge, her body shuddering in release as she screamed Hermione's name.
Once Minerva had caught her breath a bit she withdrew from Hermione and lay next to her. She whispered the counter spell to restore her anatomy and pulled Hermione into her arms.
"Wow..." Hermione muttered, laying her head on Minerva's chest.
"Indeed," Minerva murmured. The exhaustion of battle and the exertion of the previous several minutes finally caught up with her, and with a wide yawn, the witch fell into a deep sleep.
Hermione smiled softly and pulled the quilt over them, snuggling deeper into Minerva's embrace. Minerva's arms tightening around her made her feel like everything was going to be okay. Minerva loved her too! They had both made it through the war alive! Now they were finally going to be together. As her eyes fluttered shut, she grinned at her last thought, Minerva McGonagall was a screamer.
As the sun began peeking through the curtains, Minerva awoke. Trying to escape the annoying beams, she groaned and tried to roll over, but found herself unable to do so as her arm was pinned by a still-sleeping and quite naked Hermione.
She cursed herself for her lack of self-control. This was not supposed to happen! She never wanted to put Hermione in this position… Actually, she thought, she loved Hermione in this position, her wild curls spread across the pillow, her lips bruised by Minerva's kisses, naked and content in the same bed… Yes, Minerva had dreamed about this for longer than she cared to admit, but she had never wanted to force herself onto the young woman like this, never wanted to keep her tied down by something the young woman would think was love and then would later regret.
"I took advantage of a child," Minerva condemned herself, hot tears sliding silently down her face. She needed to go.
If Hermione woke, she would stay and she couldn't do that, not at the cost of Hermione's happiness. She refused to be more selfish than she had already been. So, making one of the hardest decisions of her life, Minerva slowly slipped out of her lover's arms, gathered her things and apparated to Hogwarts. Leaving both Hermione and her heart behind.
A soft crack pulled Hermione from her blissful slumber. She stretched, reaching for Minerva only to find a rapidly cooling imprint in the sheets. Frowning, she opened her eyes, looking around.
"Minerva," she called out.
She slipped out of bed, into her robe, and went on the search for her missing lover. It didn't take her too long to figure out Minerva was gone. She tried making excuses, but in her heart she knew they weren't true. Minerva had snuck off, not wanting to face her, regretful of the night they had spent together.
Her heart breaking, the young witch succumbed to tears. Crawling back into bed, she clutched Minerva's pillow like a lifeboat. How could Minerva regret what had been the best night of Hermione's life? Her tears soon led her into a fitful sleep where her nightmares returned and there was no white knight to be found.
A/n Hope you guys like it! More to come soon! Reviews make the chapters come faster!