Part 3

It was with half lidded eyes that Ginny finally found focus upon the woman whose departure from her space had left her utterly wanting more. Her lips had been soft, exploratory, coaxing and before long, she had found herself responding and then readily engaging with …Minerva. Her brain still reeled from who she had been kissing, but not in how she felt. Merlin…did she feel good. Her body was humming in a way that even after great sex with Harry, didn't.

"Goodnight, Ginerva." Minerva's burr sending shivers across her skin as she tried to find her own voice.

"And to you…" She finally managed, not sure as to how to refer to the regal looking woman, who was the epitome of a lady, the Headmistress of Hogwarts, her mother's friend, and the woman who had just made her weak at the knees and moan from her soul in only one kiss.

Damn, she thought as she finally moved her lead filled legs and stepped into the living room – eyes immediately seeking out her fiancé who was helping Hermione and George clean. "You ready?" She asked, trying not to sound too breathless.

Hermione tipped her head up as did the two guys, "Well?"

Despite herself, she could feel her skin blush; "Whoever he is, the man's lucky." Ginny honestly answered, "Harry you ready?" Her eyes flickered to George, "See ya both this weekend."

"Ahh…" Harry felt mildly worried with how Ginny was behaving but nodded, "Sure. I was just going to help clean-up; but…" He smacked George in the shoulder, "your brother's been so helpful watching Hermione and I clean, I'll leave him to it."

"Hey…" George muttered as Hermione finished folding the afghan Molly had been using. "I've been…"

"Mumbling." Harry countered, "I'll see you later. Hermione…" He leaned over and kissed her cheek, "I'm sure it'll be fine."

Her eyes flickered past him to Ginny and nodded, "Yeah." She said coolly, as she realized that Harry had no clue that Ginny was as horny as Molly had been when she had left the kitchen after kissing Minerva. He was about to get jumped as soon as they got home, if she could wait that long. Just great, Hermione thought as Ginny waved good-bye and left the Burrow, her eyes glancing to the clock and inwardly cursing her fiancé's work schedule, I hope I don't have the same reaction, she strode forward, horny till morning isn't something…and into the kitchen. All earlier notions and thoughts ceasing, after all, the woman before her looked as she had for years while she had been at Hogwarts, wearing an emerald robe made of lush velvet, hair spun into a bun and lips pursed as if waiting to give a lecture.

Truly…what had I been thinking? While she has an austere beauty, was the epitome of an enigma, that wasn't what had caused Ginny's pupils to dilate.

She just wants this over as much as I. "Last one," Hermione stated, trying to lift some of the tension from the air.

"Yes," Minerva quietly remarked, nearing her and Hermione felt her breath involuntarily grow shallower. "Just relax."

"Easier said than done." Hermione breathed as she felt Minerva's left hand settle upon her waist and her right one reach up and with a gentleness never felt before slide along her jaw, her ear, cheek, and despite her intentions – she felt her eyes become heavy, lidded as Minerva stepped closer and her pulse involuntarily sped up in response. Hermione could feel Minerva's warm breath as cool fingers cupped the edge of her jaw and cheek, beckoning her forward.

Her heart fluttered to a stop as soft lips lightly pressed across hers and she found herself responding to the gentle caress as they teased hers into capitulating.

It was odd really, to have someone whose hands didn't dwarf her own or lips swallow her and demand satisfaction. Instead, the moment was…balanced, forged in equity. Not one trying to force the other, rather a partnership.

As the hand upon her jaw ever so much coaxed her closer while lips danced across hers, she began meeting the languid pace…as she forgot about who she was kissing and embraced the feeling. Lips separated and danced as she felt fingers thread through her hair, pulling her closer and she involuntarily reached upwards – arms snaking around the slight frame as a hand drew across the middle of her back and her own left hand splayed along the strong lines of a back as her right drifted up the length of the willowy neck into silken strands causing a momentary pause upon her lips and she took full advantage, plunging her tongue into the scintillating depths. A moan slipping from her chest as her tongue slid along another's…her fingers delving further into the silken locks, wisps falling across her hand and wrist.

The kiss pulling each woman farther in…as tongues melded against the other, meeting and retreating as their bodies sought to slowly bring them together until Minerva slowly disengaged the kiss; a moan leaving Hermione's lips as did Minerva. Blearily, brown eyes blinked open to see startling clear emerald ones, both women's chests pressed against the other as they flickered to rosy lips. And Hermione swallowed, hard.

She didn't want to stop.

However, Minerva was already pulling away, physically and emotionally as the crystalline emerald eyes began to fade and fingers slipped from the side of her face. "Minerva, I…"

Minerva took a full step back, a rush of air-cooling her heated flesh as she met simmering bronze eyes, her lilt rumbling between them as she spoke. "Need to bid you good-night."

Hermione met the formidable woman's gaze, could see the remnants of desire being buried behind impregnable walls as deft hands banished Merlin knew how many hair pins and was already taming long ebony locks back into its traditional bun. "Should, absolutely." She took a half step closer, "Need to…probably." She reached out, fingers grazing across milky flesh, "The problem is that I don't believe either of us want to."

Minerva knew better than to flinch, to let her know how wonderful and enticing her touch felt as it slid across her skin. Instead, she pulled upon decades of experience and her face remained stoic, as it needed to be. "It isn't about want, rather something new; exhilarating and bordering on forbidden – relations with a mentor." She reached up and placed her hand atop Hermione's, stopping the sensual distraction. "You are a remarkable woman, who…"

"Kiss me again," Hermione strode another half step into Minerva's personal space, heart fluttering in her chest as her brain processed exactly what she had just proposed. She felt Minerva's fingers lace through hers, taking them away from her deceptively smooth skin and she found herself doing the unimaginable – she took another step forward, bringing her body back into contact with Minerva's as she leaned in and captured rosy lips with her own.

For a moment, neither woman moved; Minerva partially frozen left hand pulling Hermione's from her face as her right hung listlessly at her side while Hermione's right hand was held within Minerva's grasp and her left innately sought out Minerva's waist. And then Hermione felt Minerva's lips slide across her own; her left hand molding along the slender waist as Minerva's tongue delved into her mouth eliciting a welcoming moan as fingers slipped into her hair pulling her closer.

Hermione met each thrust willingly, parrying and suckling…and relishing the sound of the faint moan that spilled from Minerva's lips as she pulled back, eyes appearing to be made of spun glass as she stared in bronze orbs. "Hermione," her Scottish burr thick in the air between them, "this cannot be."

"I know." Hermione rasped, but the truth was, she wanted her now. It was inexplicable, unexplainable and truly incomprehensible, but the fact remained; it was as if she'd taken a drug and its name was Minerva McGonagall – and she couldn't get enough. "But, you're like a drug…" her eyes flickered to moist lips and back to molten eyes, "Merlin, I want you."

Minerva leaned in and gently kissed the edge of Hermione's lips once more, and with great personal reluctance, she fully pulled away – disentangling her fingers from Hermione's hair and away from her hand. It had been years since her body had reacted so profoundly to another, and they to her. Yes, her animagus traits would enhance pheromones, but this...Hermione's reaction…was entirely different. As was her own. And it was not something that bode well for either of them. "I think it high time I bid everyone a good evening."

"Minerva…"

Minerva, paused in her movement, eyes falling upon Hermione; and her pulse leapt at seeing the smoldering desire lacing speckled bronze amidst the brown. And her mind waged with the animagus within, staying her instinctual nature that hadn't reared with such an intensity since Amelia. An intensity that would need to be satiated, soon. Damn, she thought as she quelled the last throb and steadied her voice as she relayed an insincere remark - "My best wishes to Ronald, goodnight."

Hermione watched as the pristine emerald clad woman exited the kitchen, her body rooted and unmoving as she inwardly moaned at how alive she felt; and at whom she wanted. Seconds passed by into who knew how many minutes when George disturbed her thoughts by his entry.

"Hey," A grin plastered upon his face, "so is she as good a kisser as Ginny inferred?"

"Huh….?" Hermione blinked, finally focusing on the ginger haired twin and homey kitchen with knick knacks scattered across the window ledge. "I gotta go."

"Hermione," George reached out, grasping her elbow, "you alright? Your skin is flushed and…"

"Had a lovely time," Hermione kissed his cheek, "watch out for Ginny, Harry was right – she was irate." And she strode from the kitchen, mind numbingly moving her body forward and towards the apparition point. She could still taste the lingering firewhisky, feel the soft caress along her jaw and the smell the lush scent of ginger spice – as she drew to a stop and her initial thought was of following her to Hogwarts and with a groan went to the Ministry and her fiancé.

Oxox

a/n: warning to all – from this point forward story may be THTRAW (to hot to read at work)…..