Ok, so I found this list online of the 69 Steamiest sex songs of all time. A few idea popped into my head, and so I have challenged myself to write drabbles/one-shots to fit with every song. Of course, in tune with my current obsessions, it is Minerva McGonagall-centred, and most of the ones I have written already feature Hermione Granger. But there is variation in pairings/ stories; the list won't be published in order, just as they are written when inspiration strikes! Hope you enjoy, I'm aiming to post one every couple of days, as a reward to myself for getting on with my dissertation thesis thing...fingers tightly crossed!

I haven't acknowledged for a while that I am still penniless and severly lacking the legal dosumentation to anything Potter-related...je suis trés, trés triste :)

50. Maxwell: Till The Cops Come Knockin'

Hermione fell back on the bed, gasping for air for not the first time that night, or even that hour.

"You're trying to kill me." she stated simply, pushing the head of dark hair away from her over-sensitive mound.

"Where would be the fun in that?" came the wicked response.

They had been holed up in Hermione's hastily rented flat for days; losing track of actual time. The Battle of Hogwarts was over; the funerals were over, and they had just wanted to be. To feel something. That something had turned into hours worth of wild, wet, messy sex, which had softened into lovemaking, which had reared back into rough, almost violent meetings; which had then quieted to tender touches and gentle whispers. Hermione relished it, all of it, though she knew it couldn't last.

She roughly pulled her...companion? Lover? Friend? ...closer to her and kissed her thoroughly, their desire building once again.

They had slept little in the time they had been together; as if enough time had been wasted; enough snatched away. But Hermione awoke to soft rays peeping through the curtains and an insistent ringing and pounding in her head. Groaning, she tried to shut it out, but eventually caved, and with a snarl threw the covers off. She went to the telephone first, and was amazed to notice the number 55 flashing angrily at her from the machine. The ringing had stopped but the pounding continued.

She stood in the bedroom doorway, glaring at her...and waited until their eyes met.

"Get rid of them, whoever they are." Was the answer to the silently asked question.

"And if they ask of you?"

Hermione heard a sigh.

"Tell them that I'm not ready to be real again yet."

Hermione shrugged on a robe and picked her way through the discarded clothing and bits of food to the front door, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't just barge in.

Opening it slightly, she found two police officers and two men in mismatched suits standing behind them. Muggle and Ministry, she thought, plastering a polite smile on her face.

"Are you the tenant of this flat?" the policeman began without preamble.

Hermione nodded.

"We've received a few complaints from your neighbours, regarding...uh...noise, at all hours of the night." He was blushing, Hermione noted with a smirk. She remembered one night when they had forgotten to set silencing charms, and one night where they had both screamed so loud that she thought they may have broken the sound barrier, never mind a flimsy charm. Putting on her best pout, Hermione looked him square in the face.

"I'm very sorry, officer. You know what it's like...celebrating a few things...we got out of hand. I do apologise...how embarrassing."

"Yes, well. Consider this an unofficial warning; any more complaints and you'll receive an official reprimand."

Hermione nodded, and watched the officers leave, steeling herself now for the ministry officials who had stepped up.

"Miss Granger? Gertrude Einar, Auror Office and this is Frank Goldholme, from the Ministerial office."

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Problem?"

"Well, you've been out of contact for nearly a week now."

Hermione nearly gave an 'oh' of surprise - she hadn't though it had been that long - but managed to school her features into indifference.

"Yes?"

"We merely wanted to check that everything was ok...the neighbours seem to think they've heard screams."

She blushed slightly.

"Nothing to worry about...a party that got out of hand. Won't happen again."

They nodded, but still were reluctant to leave.

"Anything else?"

"Well, we were wondering what your plans were; when you would be returning to the world, so to speak. Only there are things..."

"Everything of importance was taken care of before I decided to take a little break. Understandable, I think, given all that transpired. I don't know when I shall return, but it will be before the end of the month."

They nodded, not satisfied but sensing they wouldn't be persuading Hermione to visit the ministry with them. The man from the minister's office stepped forward.

"Regarding Professor McGonagall..."

"What about her?" Hermione asked, her face feigning indifference.

"Well, she hasn't been seen in nearly a week; no correspondence gets answered directly, so we were wondering..."

"Her mail gets answered, does it not?"

"Well yes but-"

"Hogwarts repairs are still going smoothly, are they not-"

"I suppose but-"

"Well then Headmistress McGonagall is taking a well deserved break from reality and shouldn't be disturbed, even if you did have a clue where she was."

An image rose in her mind, and Hermione had to fight a moan and a blush.

"Although you can be quite safely assured that any matter of great importance will come to her attention straight away, and she will be resuming her duties before the month is out."

After perfunctory goodbyes, Hermione returned to the bedroom, a smile playing on her lips as she slid under the sheets and pressed her cool body against the heated one snuggled in the bed.

She received a groan and a mutter, but nevertheless felt a hand snake around her to caress her hip.

"Whozzit?"

"Ministry." Hermione answered. She didn't feel the need to embarrass her...lover, she decided firmly...with the police visit yet. "It seems I am sorely missed."

The warmer body turned around and snuggled into Hermione, who could feel the heat penetrating her skin.

"You would be sorely missed if you left."

"That's what I told them." Hermione answered with a smile.

"Did they ask about me?"

Hermione nodded.

"Oh yes. I told them that Minerva McGonagall and myself were very happy ensconced in our shabby little love nest, thank you very much, and are far too busy giving each other multiple orgasms and eating ice cream out of a tub and off each other to even contemplate rejoining the real world just yet."

Minerva smiled, and sat up a little so she could thoroughly kiss Hermione.

"Happy with that, were they?"

Hermione beamed.

"Yes. They only ask that we keep the noise down."

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