AN: Hello all !
My first time writing Hary Potter fanfic ( HG/MM ) Hope you like it!
It's been a while since I wrote something too. This will be a series of shorts ( or longer ) OS.
ps: English isn't my first language, sorry for the mistakes.
The soft scratching noise of the quill against paper was the only noise inside the Headmistress office. It was dark and windy outside and it was well past midnight. Tired emerald eyes shifted to the clock on the desk. In fact it was almost one ine the morning. Minerva McGonagall sighed once more before dropping her quill beside the parchment. She straightened her back, groaning as her arching muscles of her spine popped softly.
" Rough day?" asked the large portrait behind her.
" Do you even have to ask, Albus ?" sighed minerva as she rub her face and her eyes with both hands, her glasses laying on the paperwork in front of her. A frown show itself on her beautiful face as she rubbed a sore spot on her neck. " I swear to Merlin, the Governors will be the death of me" grumbled the raven haired witch before she take a sip of her cup of tea. She growled louder. It was cold.
Blue eyes soften in sympathy " Why don't you go to sleep" asked Albus while he popped a lemon candy in his mouth " Paperwork can wait for now"
" I wish it could be done by itself. That my friend, would be wondeful." Stacking the papers together, the emerald eyed witch stood from her chair. " I will see you later, goodnight Albus."
" Goodnight Tabby" Albus smiled as her friend changed into her cat form before the door closed by itself behind her.
Minerva was glad that she was a cat. The night was cold tonight and her thick fur prevented her body to freeze to death. Still her paws against the cool stone make her walk faster trough the castle as she make her late rounds. She didn't have to check on the students anymore but old habits are hard to forget. She still liked to check on the Gryffindor cubs even as she wasn't their Head of House anymore. She sometimes missed the old days when she was fully teaching Transfiguration but she knew that the new professor was doing an amazing work. She couldn't have tought of anyone else than Hermione Granger to take her job.
Her smile grew bigger as she lost herself in her thoughts, thinking of the young woman. It's been five years since the battle against Voldemort. Immediatly after the dead had been buried and the living healed, everyone had contribued to rebuilt Hogwarts. Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley took their training to become Aurors, Ginny started a professionnal carreer in Quidditch for the Holyhead Harpies. Hermione Granger had take a Master in Transfiguration and Charms, while learning to become an Animagus under Minerva's tutoring. Of course, the young woman wasn't the Brightest of her Age for nothing. She succeded both of her Masters in three years instead of five. The two witches became even closer after the war.
Another blew of cold wind did send shivers through Minerva's body. She didn't notice that she had been sitting in front of her rooms door for ten minutes. Shaking her head, the Tabby walk through the cat trap next to the portrait from her quarters.
She enters the living room where the fire had died long time ago. As she caught a sweet smell, she couldn't herself but purr in contentment. Her golden eyes shifted to the couch, where books and parchemin lay on the floor or on the coffee table. Apparently, she wasn't the only one with a lot of work and tired.
A hand was hanging into the air from the couch. Soflty, the tabby cat rubbed her head against the fingers. Minerva yawned soflty before jumping on the couch. The sight before her melted her heart. There was her lover, sleeping peacefully, her body hidden under a thick blanket with tartan patterns . Soft pale skin, closed eyelids that she knows held the most beautiful eyes that she had ever seen. Sweet plump lips slightly parted and chesnut bushy hair. Minerva purred louder while she lied down on her lover's chest, knowing that she won't mind. She sighed tiredly, her nose burried in the young woman's neck. As she fall into a deep sleep, the emerald eyed witch felt herself being held in a soft embrace, soft fingers stroking behind her ear and a soft kiss on her furry head. She felt warm, she felt content in the arms of her lover, Hermione Jean Granger.
AN: Tell me if you want more ;)