Author's Notes:
I do not own any character that originates from J.K. Rowling's masterpiece of a universe. I just enjoy investigating the "what ifs" of her world.
If you notice something that could be fixed, I welcome feedback if it is delivered respectfully through PM. Thanks.
Also, when I read or write a romantic interaction between these two wonderful ladies, I envision a Maggie Smith from her film "The Millionaires". As a witch aged ~80, she should look like she is in her 40's, so that is how I approach the pairing.
Her heels clicked as she walked down the hall toward the once familiar classroom of her beloved mentor, but her purpose in visiting was not a friendly one. She needed answers and was determined to get them.
Without knocking, Hermione rushed into the room. Not surprisingly, its occupant was shocked at her behavior and unannounced arrival.
"What is the meaning of this appalling behavior, Hermione? Explain yourself immediately!" asked a most perplexed green eyed witch who made to stand from her desk and meet her irritable visitor head on.
"Minerva, how dare you! You know precisely what you've done. Why is it that my girlfriend would come home from a Ministry conference in tears proclaiming that we have to break up under the weak pretense that our paths have changed? She even said the 'It's not you, it's me' line!" Hermione continued on in a rage. "I was going to ask her to marry me…" finished the young woman with tears running down her cheeks.
"The only people she knew at that event was Ron, Harry, and you!" Hermione was at this point red in the face, chest heaving, and hair in disarray as she faced her past professor with hands clenched.
"Furthermore, I saw a letter penned in emerald ink left behind on her desk in our flat, though it wouldn't open for me! What did you tell her?" shouted the distressed young woman.
Her verbal assault continued and the tension was palpable in the small desk-free space they were in. For her part, Minerva remained silent and allowed the woman before her to express herself.
Before Hermione knew what she was doing, her arm was raising as if it had a mind of its own toward the Headmistresses cheek. Intellectually, she knew what was about to happen and in horror, she looked on as if suffering from the Imperious curse. The taller woman's reflexes however, stopped its trajectory. Minerva efficiently caught Hermione's hand, spun her as if they were in the middle of a salsa dance and held her in front of her in a firm hug.
Leaning close to Hermione's ear, she finally spoke what she'd hoped she'd never have to tell her friend. A secret she hoped would have never existed and would have been resolved between the two women in private rather than having to witness her love in heartache due to another cowardess.
"She was being unfaithful to you and I found out. I am sorry," Minerva said in a defeated tone as they both remained unmoving in what could only be a phantasmagorical scene of heartbreak and pain.
Hermione fell to the ground and Minerva followed along with her. She held the younger woman as she wept for what felt like hours. Finally, Minerva continued.
"You had introduced us last year at Mr. Potter's birthday party and so I was shocked to enter Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop and see her hugging and kissing another witch in a secluded corner." As Minerva continued speaking, she could feel Hermione relax into her embrace which had transformed from one of restraint to one of comfort.
"I immediately walked up to her table and began asking about how you were doing and if she had heard the announcement that the Ministry was to award you the 'Merlin Award for Excellent Service' to the community recognition. She turned beet red, her date slapped her and I joined her at her table to continue my interrogation. I-"
"Please, you don't need to continue," Hermione whispered.
Minerva had never heard her protégé sound so downtrodden and her heart broke at the sound. She would do anything to ease her pain.
Minerva had seen the woman in her arms filled with glee at acing an exam, determined to be victorious in the heat of battle, and even in a state of sleep walking during her final exams, but never had she heard her sound so lost as she did in this moment. Something broke in the Scottish witch. In this state of desperation to lift Hermione's spirits, she did the only thing she could think of and began to sing. She sang about love, hope, and the desire to care for her in any way that she would allow.
As she finished her song, she felt the softest sensation grace the edge of her lips and smiled as she realized that she had been kissed. This also must have meant that her song had reached Hermione and the message had also been clear.
"Do you mean it, Minerva? You love me?" asked the brown haired woman still in her arms.
It had been 15 years since the war had ended and Minerva remembered as if it had just happened how utterly ecstatic she had been to see Hermione emerge into the Room of Requirement with the others just before the Final Battle. She had wanted desperately to capture the woman in her arms and never let her go, but knew that the time was not right.
Once the war had ended, Minerva had caught sight of Hermione holding Mr. Weasley's hand and knew that she had lost her chance. That was until Hermione had called off the engagement. Sadly, her courage had abandoned her and soon news had spread like wildfire that the Brains of the Golden Trio was dating a member of the Holyhead Harpies.
It was this woman that Minerva had scared to an inch of her life for betraying Hermione.
Hermione made to stand and offered Minerva her hand to help her up. "Thank you for looking out for me, Minerva."
Embarrassed of her behavior and unsure of what to do while she felt so raw and emotionally charged, Hermione made to leave the room. She didn't get very far as she was suddenly spun around and felt warmth encase her lips as Minerva kissed her.
Instinctually, Hermione wrapped her arms around the older woman's waist to steady herself, but after the initial shock wore off she noticed how soft Minerva's lips were. How protective her embrace felt. Especially how wonderful it felt to feel their closeness due to the embrace.
"Minerva, what…?" tried to ask but Minerva would only shake her head in the negative.
"I should not have done that, apologies. I have been dreaming about kissing you for some time and could not have stopped myself even if Merlin himself had asked me," responded Minerva as a lovely blush colored her alabaster skin.
"Please, let us depart and think on things. Know that regardless what we decide, I am here for you." Minerva tenderly took Hermione's hand and gently laid a kiss on her palm. Hermione could feel her heartbeat quicken as their eyes remained connected and warmth settle between her thighs as she felt Minerva's lips against her flesh. Internally, she moaned as the gorgeous woman before her straightened her robes.
Speechless, she merely nodded and hoped that Minerva would call on her when they could discuss what had happened and what it meant for them.
Later that night, as Hermione lay in her now empty bed tangled in her covers, she dreamed. What would have happened if she had reacted differently during her interaction with Minerva?
She saw her arm move during the crescendo of their discussion, but the trajectory of her movement was different. Armed with the knowledge that her friend and mentor had been her champion against the calloused actions of her ex, her heart swelled and her body thrummed with desire.
So moved by Minerva's sense of honor, and so loved, she felt her fingers run through Minerva's loose tendrils of ebony locks and once again felt the bliss of their lips meeting. Here in the dream world she knew she was free to express her emotions and gratitude. Their kiss deepened and her hands began to wander.
"I knew when I saw you battle Snape that you were my lioness, Minerva. So, you have lived up to my wildest desires with your actions in protecting my honor," continued Hermione as their movements became more enflamed.
However, even dream Minerva was honorable and chivalrous. Taking Hermione's hands in her own, Minerva kissed each finger and looking into her eyes asked, "What does your heart desire, love?"
Tears in her eyes, Hermione responded, "You."
Their frenzied kisses propelled them toward the wall where they narrowly missed the portrait of one of the Founders who they heard faintly chuckle as they made to move away from the frame.
Ripping open Minerva's robes, Hermione grazed her nails down the woman's back and grinned at hearing her hiss in response.
"Room. Now," was all the Headmistress could say in her current state.
They fell onto her bed and simultaneously paused as they gazed lovingly at each other. Slowly, their bodies came to life in synchronized movements. Minerva propped her upper body up as she straddled Hermione and their intertwined legs began to move resulting in delicious friction for the juncture of their thighs.
"Minerva, please…love me," said a breathless Hermione. Her flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and trembling lips were a testament to her arousal in addition to the moisture that was pooling at a rapid pace.
"Yes…" Hermione felt Minerva shift her weight along her body while trailing kisses down her neck, shoulders, and settle on her breasts. It was not just the intensity of their physical closeness that had her on overload- she loved this woman.
Hermione had been in awe of the woman in her arms since the moment she stepped into Hogwarts, and with each passing year Minerva impressed her with every action, every clever retort, and every act of bravery.
Settled in her bed, real world Hermione was moaning and thrashing in her bed. Thighs clenching and unclenching in an unconscious attempt to seek relief as her temperature became elevated.
Unable to stop thinking about their meeting earlier that day, Minerva had fire called Potter to find Hermione's address and was currently standing at her door. Upon hearing a muffled shout from inside, Minerva banished the flowers she had been holding and with wand raised, broke down the door.
