A/N: Just a quick two shot. Enjoy.

"Why are you doing this?" She whispered as the woman moved towards her. She was unable to keep her eyes off parted lips. Even though she was confused and shocked, she certainly wasn't immune to the beautiful woman in front of her.

"I don't know." She whispered back honestly and leaned in towards the younger woman's mouth.

"Why won't you stop?" She asked weakly as her eyes fluttered closed. Soft, luscious lips brushed over her own sending shocks down her spine.

"I don't want to."

And with that, they kissed, both unable to pretend they didn't want what was happening. Instantly, they moaned and she brought her hands up to cup the older woman's face. Their heads turned as the kiss increased in passion.

They parted, and she panted out, "I…I don't…I don't understand…why-"

She quieted her with another kiss until they had to part again. Panting even harder she whispered, "You said no to this. To me. You said no…."

"I know." She kissed her again and this time when she pulled back, she trailed her lips down her throat and began searching out all the places that made the younger girl moan.

"Oh! God…I…This is so – fuck! So good." She moaned and placed her hands on the woman's shoulder, intent on pushing her off. Unfortunately, or rather, fortunately, the woman happened to find a particularly orgasmic spot on her throat, making her squeeze the cloth in her hand as she came apart under her.

She pulled back, eyes wide, "Did you just...?"

Biting her lip, she nodded.

"Fuck that's sexy." Her eyes darker than black, she swooped back in attacking that spot with every trick she knew.

"Ohhhh! Nooo, no, no! Stop - oh my god that's…how are you….with your tongue….Holy...AH!" she nearly screamed her completion, her muscles weak. She panted, "S-stop it. This isn't what you want, Minerva. Just stop! This is cruel and far too good to be true."

Minerva shook her head, the haze lifting for only a second. It was more than enough time for Hermione to move from under her and walk to the other side of the room on shaky legs.

"Stay away from me, Minerva."

The woman looked at her and shook her head. Standing, her eyes devoured Hermione as she moved closer, stalking her. "Can't. I want you."

Hermione closed her eyes as she felt her heart both flutter and break. "No. You don't. You made that perfectly clear long ago, Minerva."

"I lied." She said without hesitation. "I want you."

Hermione clenched her fists against Minerva's words, unsure whether to believe them or not. "Why are you doing this? Why can't we get out of here?"

Minerva shook her head and backed Hermione against the wall, "Don't know. Don't care."

Hermione's knees gave out as Minerva kissed her again. The older woman halted her fall with a thigh between her legs. Hermione gasped at the unexpected pressure.

She wanted this woman. But Minerva was adamant, always adamant that she wasn't interested in Hermione. Her eyes blank, unreadable. Her voice leaving no room for any argument.

But now?

Locked in this inescapable room with an obviously compromised Minerva. She was only so strong. Her broken heart would keep her from giving in for only so long.

Tears fell down her face and Minerva kissed them away, making them fall faster, "I-I can't…I don't understand Minerva…is this what you have always wanted? Have you been lying to me or are you just under a spell or the effects of some potion?"

Minerva swallowed and all attempts to take Hermione stopped as she tried not to answer. Hermione used this to push the woman off of her and wrap her arms around herself as she fell to the ground.

This was pure hell. Whoever did this to her was going to regret this for years to come. She would make certain that she would cast a permanent spell, maybe channel Bellatrix and carve a lesson into their skin.

This. Was. Not. Okay.

She almost didn't hear Minerva's answer rip itself from her throat.

"I lied."

Hermione sobbed audibly, "You what?!"

Minerva's eyes shut, unable to bear looking at the broken woman. "I lied. I love you."

With those words, a door audibly appeared and opened. Hermione stood and stomped towards the door. Minerva stood in her path, her mind suddenly clear, "Hermione wait! I'm sorry I-"

Her words were cut off as she was suddenly tossed about. Hermione's nose flared in anger and she stood in front of the woman who was pinned against the wall. Calmly, she spat, "I despise you Minerva McGonagall. I NEVER want to see you ever again."

Minerva felt her heart drop into her stomach, "Hermione don't do this. Please!"

Her cries fell on deaf ears and Hermione stalked out of the room without a second glance.

The door closed behind her and Minerva held out hope that the woman would come back. She was still against the wall, so surely that meant the woman was near, right?

No sooner than she had finished the thought did the magic leave, taking majority of her hope with it. She fell to her hands and knees, her eyes focused on the closed door. Hermione would walk through any second and Minerva would explain herself.

Any second…

"Please." She whispered to the door, her heart cracking with every second. "I love you." She whispered and when the door remained closed, she pressed her forehead against the cold stone floor. "I love you!" she yelled and her heart finally shattered. Minerva broke into gut wrenching sobs as she realized that Hermione wasn't come back for her.

And why should she?

For years, Minerva had rejected Hermione while simultaneously giving the impression that she wanted more with the younger woman. At least until Hermione asked for more. Then she was the cold Headmistress turning down the offer of a foolish student with a crush. It hurt Minerva to do so more than she could ever convey in words.

Foolishly turning down the affections of a woman she was madly in love with. All for the sake of what she believed to be best for the school. Or at least, that's what she told herself. The only justification that didn't speak negatively about her character. Her cowardice. Her weakness.

Truth is she was afraid of commitment to anything that wasn't a school by the name of Hogwarts.

And she knew that if she started something with Hermione, it would last several lifetimes. A love as strong as she felt for the woman? Oh no that love was far too much for only one life.

But she had a school to think about. Surely if she started something with Hermione the woman would take up her time. Look at her!

Now…Minerva knew that her sex drive was…well…high. One would think after 40, it would lower but it only rose. She wanted. And if she got it from Hermione…surely her mind would stray…often…and what if she became addicted?

She just didn't have time for such foolishness.

And the intimacy that would accompany it…was she expected to tell Hermione about her fear of butterflies or her recurring nightmare of accidently setting her family library on fire or her desire to go skydiving one day or how she had always hated the shape of her nose?

No these things…Hermione didn't need to know these things. And if Minerva committed to her, that would mean telling her, so…she didn't.

It had always worked out so well…

She stood slowly and shuffled out of the room. Her joints ached, but she earned that pain. She looked out the window. They were so far above the ground…surely there was some way around the suicide prevention wards right? She was headmistress after all.

She opened the window and looked down. Hermione never wanted to see her again. The least she could do was make it easy on the woman right?

One foot out of the window, a patronus appeared.

"Minerva. There's been an incident. Please come to the herbatology room ASAP."

She sighed and closed the window. Perhaps later.