A/N: It happened very accidentally and I could not resist urge to write continuation of The Best Witch. Although almost all TWW fan-fictions I've written and many of ones I shall write are/will be connected with TBW a bit (my idea about how ID/H.B. started), I want to 'patch up' some holes. I tried to make this interesting; hope my attempt succeeded.

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Imogen Drill looked at the other side of bed, smiling widely. She was not going to hide how happy she was. It seemed right for her, although things had led to this state quickly. However, the beginning needed time, and the result worth every month of it. Reason of her happiness named Constance Hardbroom was sleeping still.

The lass glanced at the alarm clock on the night stand. It was quarter minutes to nine A.M.

Soon, the potions mistress opened her eyes.

'Good morning, dear.' Imogen greeted the witch and smiled.

'Good morning to you too, Idgie,' the reply followed.

Constance could not resist a smile of her beloved witch and smiled back. 'I was not very emotional partly until you drilled a way to me. Later, after our mutual confession at least, it was very difficultly for me to act as if nothing happened. I was your teacher and form mistress, but you gave me too much. I'm a logician, but I became a very emotional person because of you. When we're alone, I see no logical reasons why I must not.'

'You see no reasons why you must not what?' The lass asked, although she knew very well what Constance meant. There was time when Imogen didn't know at all what was going on in her then form mistress' mind. Their private lessons have let Imogen to know the witch better somehow. She wanted to hear how Constance will say these amazing words.

'...to do whatever we'll want.' Potions mistress finished.

'I suppose I drilled a way to you too deeply.' Before first evening, Imogen could not believe that her former 'form mother' form mistress can suggest her to do anything. At the other hand, she thought about what happened almost two days ago in the Potions Laboratory... No wonder that it led to 'something' in the late evening and there was suggestion about anything can happen too.

'You probably have no idea what I have in addition to being very emotional.' Constance grinned. 'I do not deceive anybody', she added.

'You said this in the laboratory, as response to my "The school will be empty in few days and..." There was also "maybe not 'and'" before this wonderful phrase.'

'I asked you whether or not holidays have started and then we said following things.' Constance reminded.

'I know we could not imagine things to happen so quickly, but... Didn't you want something to happen or not? I mean, when you said about my old room.'

'You haven't realised what your "too deeply" means, yes? Maybe I need to give you a little proof?'

Imogen was about to answer, but she had no time; because Constance wanted to give her this proof straight away; although it was definitely not a straight way. She moved to Imogen very closely and kissed her on the lips passionately. The lass responded on the kiss...

The hot kiss might rival with the current weather which would lost, in spite of it was a warm August day.

'Dear, it was...' The Flying teacher tried to find words to explain what she had experienced.

'As I said, I wanted to give you a little proof.' Constance replied while she stroked tenderly Imogen's cheek by a forefinger.

'A little proof?! Are you joking? It was a biggest proof, something I could not even wish about; because I have never thought here can be something else except my admiration.'

'No, my dearest, it was a little proof.'

'Ah...Oh...You mean...' Imogen was shocked; because she realised what Constance meant. 'My innocent glances, stares and smiles led to this which is only part of something bigger?'

'I said in first evening that you had no idea what your a bit seductive looks and smiles had led to. I have lifted a veil partly. You should be used to it.'

'How can I be used to something when I know only part of it?'

'It will happen with time, just be patient.'

'If you went crazy a bit, it does not mean I want too. As I have realised, I made you very emotional, not having any idea about it. This also includes the fact that you cannot resist, here's no patience.'

'Yes, but I don't went crazy. You cannot resist too, and I know it very well. Didn't we become a bit closer because of our lessons? I could not bear that you were away from Cackle's during these years, but didn't this was a reason why our first kiss was so amazing?'

'"A bit closer?" No, Constance, it was "a bit closer than any possibility for a teacher and a pupil" that led to moral and physical closeness which has no bounds, wasn't it? On a good note, we need not be away from each other again, which makes me very happy. The kiss was amazing, but if sum what you said in the laboratory, it was start of our relationship, so patience needn't be here.'

'The fact that we'll not be parted makes me happy too.'

'I'm going to have some enjoyment.' Imogen thought before she reached her hand out to the potions mistress and running it from the middle of Constance's leg up to her hip, put up the nightgown at the same time. They weren't covered by anything already, and it was unnecessarily because the weather was warm.

'Impatient, dear?' The Potions teacher liked the start and was sure it was only the beginning.

'Maybe I want to show some proofs of what you're doing to me? I love you very much and...'

'Oooh,' Constance breathed out when Imogen had reached her hip.

Some time passed, and the lass was about to stop her caresses, but then happened something she couldn't think about even. Constance seemed to forget the word 'patience'; it was out of her vocabulary, at least towards herself. She put up another side of her nightgown, and put Imogen's other hand on her now bare other hip.

'Don't think you'll finish too soon what you started. We both like it very much.'

Caresses continued...

'If you think our first kiss was amazing only because we had been away from each other... No, all the passion of our acts was not only sum of emotions of first meeting after long separation. We could not resist any longer.'

'In the first evening you asked me in response, "Is it a version of 'Do anything you want?'" I replied, "It depends on you." However—the Potions teacher put her hand under Imogen's pyjamas top and stroked a bit—I want to show you myself, not Miss Hardbroom, but Constance, whom I became because of you. It's for you, my dearest, only for you, and it will be our secret. Do you want to know completely what you did to me?'

Imogen smiled blissfully in response while Constance's acts turned into something a bit more than she had let herself until recently.

'It was a rhetorical question.' The potions mistress added, not stopping wonderful caresses.

'You mentioned your old room, didn't you? It's ready still and, in spite you will be a teacher very soon and have a new room... I don't mind, you can sleep in your old room during some time until new term as well.' Constance said in few minutes.

Imogen was almost completely sure it was only a joke. 'Catch you on your word, but somebody won't have her good night kiss.'

'What will forbid you to kiss said person before going in your old room?'

'You called me your girlfriend, knowing about our mutual feelings, but then you suggest me to spend nights in my old room or in my new room, maybe. In fact, it's the same; you want me to be there alone. Honestly, said person not deserves to have good night kiss if she decided to change her decision.' The lass not blamed her former teacher; she stayed calm from the very beginning to the very end. Probably, it was a joke only?

'No dear, the room was only a spare variant, in case if things will not go the way they went. It was a joke only.'

'I was almost completely sure, but needed to say what I said; maybe here was truth a bit?'

'Have I ever lied to you? No, except when you were in fourth term and I realised I have mutual feelings towards you, but confession happened when you were in fifth semester.'

'Const, I thought... I don't want to leave the room now, the bed especially, although flying or running seems appealing, but I need to fly to home to collect things I need. I plan to stay with you forever, if you don't mind.'

The teacher looked at her former pupil sadly.

Imogen calmed her at once, 'Don't worry, dear. It's not what you could think absolutely. Plus, last words were a rhetorical question; because I know you enough too and it was only a joke.'

'In this case, how you plan fly to home?'

'I think one beautiful witch would want to join to me.'

'Constant vigilance?' Constance asked and smiled. She ignored comments about her look, although the potions mistress knew what Imogen thought.

'Yes, dearest punny witch. It will be there as well.'

'You too, Imogen Drill, and moreover, you're twice punny.'

'I love consequences of second pun.'

'Yes, the P.E. teacher who, being a pupil, drilled a way to heart of her then form mistress although she was a logician and above all, a very closed person. What did you mean about fly to home? You need not only collect some things. Firstly, you haven't been home after graduating from Weirdsister College...'

Imogen interrupted, 'I love you very much. I couldn't imagine to go somewhere except Cackle's Academy first.'

'Cackle's Academy?' Constance repeated mistrustfully, and it sounded like a question. 'What if I had been home on that day already, and you would have known where concretely?'

'In this case, I would have flown to there first. Doesn't it obviously?'

Constance smiled in response. 'I was here and you have no idea where my home is, so other teachers, including Amelia, don't have a proof why you flied to Cackle's Academy. Of course, you could visit the person you have something like friendship with and who taught you a lot in free time.'

'The kiss was wonderful and following caresses too, I don't even mean late evening.' The Flying teacher said and smirked.

'Well, it was a bit more than friendship... Mutual confession in your fifth semester is enough proof.'

'More than enough, dear; plus, since I'm not a pupil and not a student already, we haven't some bans we had then, plus I'm older. As I said on that memorable day, "Nobody knows".'

'...and nobody will,' the Potions teacher finished. 'Constant vigilance can be a bit hard, no matter how we were reacting to this when I ordered us to follow this rule, but doesn't it make our relationship more exciting?'

'Excitation? Of course, it will be, but it cannot be more exciting than you're feeling yourself now, can't it?'

'I don't even want to deny it. This term will be um... slightly different than it could be if nothing has happened. Maybe you want me to do something to be sure again? But at first, I should say what I started. So, secondly, don't you want your relatives to know that you have a job already, along with showing your grades?'

'Yes, I thought about this too, but it was not so important when I'm here. I thought we can fly to my home today.'

'Of course, you should, but don't you want to dedicate to this a whole day? I think, it's a bit late, according the fact we still in the bed and need to have breakfast especially.'

'I see subtext in your words, if it's here, of course.'

'Subtext, hmm... a bit of, I can say.' Constance replied before she kissed Imogen on the lips, and the lass kissed her back...'

'Oh, dear I cannot resist you.'

'This is what you do to me. It doesn't seem strange for me; because I love this. Thank you, my dearest, I love you very much.'

'I love this too.'

'We'll need to fly to my home soon as well. I have some things there which I need to bring to Cackle's before new term will have started.'

'Yes! It means your invitation will turn into a real visit in very near future. It will be the best holidays of my life.'

'Only for now, Idgie; maybe following years will bring something else. I can read minds, but I'm not a predictor. It's better not to know sometimes what will happen, even if we need to try to be prepared. Maybe you want me to teach you how to read minds?'

'Are you tempting me on purpose?' Imogen gave up the opportunity to be taught how to read minds. She said it in their first evening. This decision was made finally and irrevocably, and there was no way back. The witch wanted to be partly similar to her beloved Constance, but there was some 'no's'—this was one of these exceptions.

'This offer remains valid.'

'What you'll say if I would have wanted to read your mind? Yes, you said that you didn't read my mind on first day of our private lessons; because my look said everything, but... What if I shall want to know what you will think about in a very accidental moment and you will not know about it?'

'I can protect my thought against invasion, even if I don't know somebody wants to read my mind at a concrete moment.'

'I suppose your attempts will fail, if I would want to know what's going on in your mind; because we became close morally. Don't worry, I shall never do this. You'll never be teaching me how to read minds. I don't blame you, but I want to be a fair witch.'

Constance Hardbroom felt herself ashamed, and she realised completely why Imogen refused to be able to do what she wanted to teach her. 'I am so sorry.' The potions mistress felt she needed to apologise.

'Never mind, honey, but if you want to do something, it's more than welcome.'

'Do you want something a bit more than I let to do until this moment?'

'Anything you'll do will be perfectly for me.'

'Oh, let's see what I can do.' Constance said while she started her slow teasing touches which weren't caresses even. The Potions teacher knew that Imogen was wearing pyjamas and trousers only, so she wanted to take advantage of this. Constance was unbuttoning pyjama very slowly and teased every open wee piece of skin by her long skilful hands. When the witch had finished this, she moved two parts of the pyjamas top away a bit. The witch ran her forefinger along open part of skin from the top to bottom, right to trousers. Then she used whole hand and it was less teasing.

'Do you want more?' Constance asked and put up her head to see Imogen's face.

'You have to stop teasing me.' Nothing more had been added, but the lass pulled the witch a bit close and put her other hand on own body, and moved them as she needed.

Constance made no comments until that moment. She liked place where her hands were. In was so closely to breasts. 'Oh, it changes everything. I think you want...' They knew continuation of the sentence, so it was unnecessarily to say it. Very emotional Constance wanted this no less than Imogen.

The potions mistress put her hand under the fabric and ran around a breast a bit, not completely. It was teasing again, because another side of body was untouched.

'More...' Imogen begged.

'You want me to caress another side or only here? What do you want concretely?'

'Both,' Imogen begged, before Constance started to do 'right things', and they enjoyed every touch and every gentle squeeze.

'Oooh, I... love... this.' The lass moaned, because her feelings had reached level when she was unable to restrain herself.

'I love this too, dear.' Constance commented and smirked.

'I suppose you can do it very long. Your caresses are wonderful, but what I have done to you it's only part of what I want.' Imogen looked and Constance and gently moved her away a bit.

'If you'll continue the same way as you did, it will be wonderful and exactly what I want and need.'

'In this case, I do know what I'll do.' The lass said, but then asked, 'Do you want I'll do the same what I did? Of course, it will be a bit differently, according your wonderful nightgown which, alas, doesn't have buttons.'

'Of course, but I have to do more.'

'It doesn't matter, dear; if you want more...' The P.E. teacher paused for few moments and then continued, 'I'll do what you have done, but another way. Dear, if you want, I'll make you feeling like I felt myself after the kiss which was only a little proof.'

'Please...' Imogen heard impatience which was a wonderful start already.

Constance's nightgown was up, but half of body was covered still. It did not take much time to reach her breasts. Imogen knew what to do. It might seem as she copied Constance's actions, but no, it was differently and even better.

Passed only about a minute, but the potions mistress was unable to hide her feelings; because it was far better than what she did to Imogen. How it was possibly? The question did not need the answer—experiment, based on intuition was amazing for Constance and for Imogen.

Moans repeated few times, every time it was different, and the lass knew she was doing right things.

'So... What you can say?' Imogen smiled to her girlfriend.

'You're my rival.' Constance answered, being a bit shocked.

'I'll take this as a compliment. Thank you, dearest.'

XXX

It happened after breakfast, but before the witches decided to go for a walk. They were going from a kitchen to Constance's room and talked.

'I did not say anybody when we were graduating from Weirdsister College. I had no idea on which day it will be concretely. Plus, consider that I got a job already...'

'How you will explain this? I contacted with you and asked would you want to be a Flying and Physical Education teacher, right? Also, if not think about what happened here, but if think about what could happen here... It may look like I stole you when you needed to fly home instead.'

'I would not mind to be stolen by the witch I'm in love head over heels.'

'Well... Maybe not "steal" concretely, but not let flying home.'

'Dear, it was absolutely differently, and I don't want you to be a reason of what you didn't do.'

'Do you have another idea? How you're going to explain why we'll be there together?'

'Even if I didn't say that I'm a lesbian, I don't care what they will think, except one thing, of course.'

'Yes, I don't want this result too, so we shall say something other.'

'It was me... I was a reason why everything (well, almost everything) happened. You didn't seduce me.' Imogen said eventually what she meant, and added then, 'I drilled a way to your heart.'

'I don't want to hear this too, but even if it will happen, I shan't deny it; because result worth anything we may face.'

'Don't even think to admit things you didn't do. If something a bit similar will happen, I'll say it was my fault, but in other words.'

'What if our confession didn't happen?' Constance asked, looking at Imogen sadly.

'Please, dear...' The younger witch couldn't bear that something has upset her dearest witch. 'Nothing like this happened. We'll be together, shan't we?'

'Of course, dearest, it will be.' The potions mistress reassured her girlfriend.

'If you haven't known yet, I said to relatives about our lessons and about hmm... our good relationship too. The only thing we can say is—you wanted me...'

Constance couldn't resist interrupting Imogen. 'I wanted you very much, dear, much more than I admitted to myself.'

'No, I meant something different.'

'I know, but I was unable to not insert my remark, which fits perfectly.'

'You wanted me to fly to here; because Miss Cackle left the school on the following day and she won't have come back until few days before new term. Therefore, it was the only way to let Miss Brown to retire. Also, let's say it was you who thought about me when Miss Brown said her decision about which she thought only during this term, or... No, it will be so: I heard news about Miss Brown and flew to Cackle's Academy and... add very changed real following things.'

'In fact, it was few years earlier, but nobody needs to know. Do you think Amelia..?'

'No, of course, it was not something Miss Cackle thought about. I know main thought which is on her mind, the one she was worried about until yesterday morning.'

'The new teacher...' Constance enjoyed very much words she was saying, 'A legitimate reason to be at Cackle's again which led to some illegitimate things already. By the way, Miss Cackle told me to look after you.'

'It's the best way, I cannot wish about something different.'

XXX

The witches went to bed earlier than yesterday; because they couldn't miss one more day before fly to Imogen's parents. Of course, they not slept at once; because emotions couldn't be ignored, so the witches spend some time doing very pleasant things.

After this, the teachers could sleep. It was exactly what they did.