However much I wish I did, I do not infact own any thing related to Harry Potter - You'll have to thank JK for that
Chapter One.
"Huh...Oh...Oooh...yes-yes-yes-yes uh...Oooh-ho-ho...Oh my god...Oh my, oh yes like that, oh God please, like that...Just, oh just...more, more, more, I want...Uhhh, oh...Mmmm, mmmm, mmmmmmmm...Yes! Yes! Oh god! I'm going to co- I'm going to- I'm co- I'm co-ing!"
Slumping back against the bed, her hair strewn all over her face and pillows, Hermione slowly pulled her hand away from her wet and spent heat. With a wave, she cleared herself of the liquid she'd produced in the height of passion, closing her legs tightly in satisfaction. Her eyes still closed, in the darkest part of the night, the double bed empty and cold, she had pleased herself with the thoughts of Minerva.
"Ooooh, Minerva..." She moaned, as her sheath began tingling once more, her hand gently playing with the curls of hair that protected the folds of warm flesh. Delving in with her fingers once more, she came almost instantly, her nub much too sensitive from the previous act of pleasure. She ground her hips against the fingers, enjoying the feeling of being filled. Spent once more, she released herself and cleaned once again, opening her eyes and adjusting to the dim light of the moon that beat gently through the curtains.
Sat on the chair by her desk was Minerva, her arms folded neatly in her lap, smiling. Her eyebrows raised in an amused fashion, her eyes wide with satisfaction. Hermione immediately turned red, wanting to hide under the covers from the piercing eyes of her lover.
"How long have you been there?" Hermione asked shakily.
"Ooh, quite a while." Minerva answered, entertained.
"Well, you could've said!" Hermione replied indignantly, pulling the covers over her and sitting upright, "Why did you let me carry on by myself?"
"Because," Minerva began, standing from the chair and moving slowly to the bottom of the four-poster bed, "I finished my evening patrol early. I teetered in, knowing you had an important assignment to start tomorrow at The Ministry, not wishing to wake you from what I thought was a, rather pleasant dream. I open the door to find you with your legs-a-kimbo, your eyes tightly shut moaning my name..." Minerva stood, leaning against the bed.
"Well, you could've got in on it..." Hermione almost snapped, knowing her lover would've made much better work of it than her.
"I could have." The eldest witch answered earnestly, "Bit it was much more gratifying to watch you, my dear. I truly had to resist..." Her eyes sparkled with arousal and temptation.
"Why don't you come to bed then?" Hermione whispered softly, smiling.
Minerva straightened, her hand coming to her eyes and rubbing them.
"I am afraid, my dearest, you must sleep, and so must I."
Hermione sighed loudly, pulling the sheets up tightly to her neck and settling down. She could hear Minerva changing, the all too familiar sounds of the wardrobe opening and closing, the padding of her feet across the cold stone slabs and then the carpet that their bed was settled upon, her glasses being set on her bedside table; and then nothing. Hermione listened intently, sure Minerva must be fiddling about with something or other. Probably a pin in her hair, Hermione thought. After another 10 seconds of silence, and no Minerva shaped being settling on the side of the bed, Hermione rolled over to see the eldest witch staring at her back. She wore a white cotton night dress, which laced at the neck and cuffs.
"Please don't be upset with me, dearest, I am very tired, as are you and..."
"Why don't you have time for me anymore?" Hermione blurted out, not really realising she'd said it herself. Minerva's eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, then closing, then opening again.
"What do you mean?" She said quietly.
Hermione felt a slight bubble of anger boil in her stomach.
"Minerva, it's been three weeks since you last made love to me. There was a time when you couldn't get enough of me! I know you are tired with work, but so am I! You don't make time for me anymore..." Hermione rolled over, huffing once again.
Minerva waited for a few seconds, then Hermione felt the familiar body sag onto the bed and pull the covers over. For a while they sat in silence, neither one of them intending to sleep.
"I have a lot of responsibility, Hermione." Minerva began, "I get very tired, and the days you finish early at The Ministry, I have to work late, that's just how life is sometimes."
Hermione felt Minerva's head roll to look at her.
"Please, love..."
"Please, what, Minerva?" Hermione bit.
"I am trying to apologise and you're not making it any easier for me." Minerva barked back, now getting angry too.
"Well, maybe apologising isn't enough..."
"What more can I do Hermione! What is it you want from me!"
"I want you to make love to me; I want to feel loved again Minerva!"
The words tumbled from Hermione's lips, turning to face her lover. She saw disappointment flash across the face that had now hardened in an attempt to banish the emotions within.
"So... This is all the relationship is to you then: Sex?"
"No, that's not what I meant..."
"Well, that's certainly what it sounds like..."
"Well, how would you know? You're never here anymore!" Hermione shouted.
"Oh, Hermione, honestly..."
"Don't scoff at me!"
Minerva sighed, long and hard, the silence between them leaving both women hurt and disgruntled.
"I am sorry you feel this way, Hermione." Minerva said, in a low authoritative tone, "I will try harder."
Minerva rolled to her side facing away from Hermione, who now had tears streaming silently down her face. What she didn't know, was that the elder witch lying next to her was crying tears of pain too.
A/U: As always, reviews are requested and appreciated.
