Authors Note: Well despite how it looks this is not a PWP, keep reading folks. I had maybe 1/3 the first chapter written, everything since, especially chapter two onwards is a collaboration between the wonderful Tigertales and myself. So enjoy because we're having a blast writing it.


When they entered the library mere moments later, the fire was still alight casting flickering shadows over the dishevelled sheets Hermione had left on the sofa.

A nervous Hermione crossed to the fire, trying in vain to rub the goose bumps from her arms. A moment later she was enfolded by strong arms in a tender embrace, she could feel the soft press of breasts against her back. She savoured the sensation of hips pressing against the curve of her rounded backside, the intimate warmth of another body so close to her own. The fact that it was her mentor, a woman she had strong feelings for added another dimension to the dynamic.

A hand brushed the curls from her neck, exposing the pale skin to Minerva's hungry lips. She felt the soft rasp of a tongue tasting her flesh for the first time and she moaned. Hermione's hands slid behind her grasping a firm well-muscled ass, grinding Minerva against her harder. She felt rather than heard an answering rumble from the animagus before two hand rose to cup her eager breasts.

Both of them were intoxicated by the magic that swirled around them, between them and through them.

Squeak.... "Wooo-hooo"... crash... squeak... giggle

Hermione turned in Minerva's arms and tangled a hand in loose ebony silkiness, she pulled the older witches head backwards – her own lips blazing a trail across a trembling throat. "Fancy making some noise of our own?"

A throaty laugh answered her, "Miss Granger, I thought you'd never ask."

Minerva's hand cupped the back of her head as she leaned in for the second kiss that they would share, more passionate, needier, and more wanton than the first – it was explosive.

Laughter... squeak... "Engorgio"... squeak, squeak, squeak... "Oh Filius, I didn't know you could make it so big."

They broke the kiss to laugh, Hermione forehead resting against Minerva's cheek. Nimble fingers made their way from chestnut curls to the buttons of her night shirt, slowly, deftly each button revealed silky skin just begging to be touched. Following suit Hermione's fingers began to caress Minerva's breasts through the thin sheer fabric.

"Oh." Neither woman was sure if it was the other moaning or someone else entirely but it was the most erotic sound that either had ever heard. Hermione leaned in and captured swollen lips in another searing, blistering kiss.

Reaching the last button, Minerva did not remove the garment but merely pushed it aside slightly, making room for her fingers to find the closure of Hermione's trousers. She broke the kiss and leaned backwards so that she could watch as she pulled on the drawstring, almost like opening the ribbon on a gift. She felt the same thrill of anticipation that was about to be realised.

Minerva dropped to her knees, heedless of the carpet burns she would notice later. Hands were on young shapely hips, thumbs sliding into a loose waistband. "May I?"

"You'd better!"

A grinning Minerva obliged. Pulling the fabric down over wondrous curves in a smooth motion, revealing dark chestnut curls. She growled, Hermione's scent much stronger than it had been in the kitchen. She was unable to stop herself from leaning in and burying her nose in lush curls. They both moaned.

Bang... bang.."Oh. Oh!"

Hands caressed the back of bare thighs, burning a trail upwards until they cupped full globes, pulling Hermione's moist silky folds against Minerva's enthusiastic tongue.

"Please." Hermione threw her head back, the sensation of lips caressing the bundle of sensitive nerves totally new to her, overwhelming in the pleasure that it engendered. "More." She begged and was rewarded with a devilishly skilled tongue slipping between her folds and finding the well-spring of her desire.

She cried out incoherently as Minerva's tongue mercilessly thrust inside her, her own fingers tangling tightly in ebony hair, trying to get more friction. Wanton she instinctively began to roll her hips against the older witches face. Abandoning her dripping centre Minerva made her way back up to Hermione's erect pearl. She pulled it between her lips with a gentle but insistent pressure, sucking.

There was a fevered lusty intensity to Minerva's actions that threw Hermione over the edge. Her voice rose to join in the chorus of the sexual symphony that echoed throughout 12 Grimmauld Place. "Oh, oh, oh god, Minerva!"

Silence echoed throughout the house as her words registered with the other inhabitants. That quiet was broken by laughter and Ron's muffled voice crying out, "Way to 'Mione! 'Bout time you got some!" Various other congratulations could be heard, loudly.

A nervous Hermione bit her lip and she looked down at Minerva whose face sparkled with the sheen of her desire, moisture clearly visible coating the lower half of her face. Emerald eyes looked back at her, darkened with lust – one eyebrow was quirked.

"I'm sorry."

Minerva rose to her feet pulling Hermione into an embrace. "It was music to my ears my dear." She chose to address the young woman's cry rather than those that followed it.

Hermione smiled, "I guess we're rumbled."

"That we are."

The young witch cupped Minerva's cheek in her palm and tenderly lapped her own arousal from her lovers chin. The older woman moaned, "Do you have any idea how sexy that is?"

Not bothering to respond Hermione slid the straps of Minerva's nightgown from her shoulder in a smooth motion. She took a step backwards and began to devour the vista before her, creamy pale skin revealed to her eyes, to her touch. She began to inventory her mentors' body; long slender arms, a slim waist, toned abdomen, nicely rounded hips, full luscious breasts capped with rosy hard nubs and finally her gaze was drawn to a patch of neatly trimmed midnight black hair between long shapely legs.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Wondrous to behold. Truly breathtaking." A trembling finger reached out and brushed tenderly across circular scars on Minerva's chest before tracing a path downwards. Teasingly it made it way to Minerva's navel, feeling muscles contract at her touch, tickling the tender skin lightly listening to a mock-warning growl before making her way lower.

Suddenly Hermione retracted the finger and instead used her whole hand to cup Minerva's sex, feeling the heat that poured off of her, feeling the copious moisture begin to pool in her palm. "You are sooo wet."

Minerva's green eyes slanted closed in a cat-like motion, "It's been so long Hermione."

Hermione heard the loneliness, the ache in Minerva's words and resolved to give her everything that she needed on this... their last night. She pulled off her pyjama top with her free hand and kicked her trousers into a corner. "And what about me, do you like what you see?"

"You are truly exquisite, my dear!" Her fingers buried themselves in what was now an extremely dishevelled mane. They kissed once more. Hermione's arms wrapped tightly around Minerva, for a moment their naked bodies stood silhouetted – dark against the golden flickers of a dying fire.

Squeak... "Yes, oh yes!"... thud, thud, squeak.

When the kiss broke Minerva took Hermione's hand and led her to the sofa. They stood for a moment looking at the messy sheets, "That sofa really isn't comfortable." Hermione groaned, wishing once more that her bed was free, although if it had been they would never have made it to this point.

Minerva gave her a quizzical look and slid a hand underneath the cushions finding the lever that turned it into a bed. Hermione just closed her eyes mortified, "And you call yourself a muggle-born?"

Darkened green eyes met almost black chocolate before they collapsed onto the sofa bed in fits of laughter, a tangled mass of arms, legs and skin. Fingers began to explore, kisses were given, begged for and willingly granted.