I'm so so so sorry it took so long for me to post this chapter! I was just so busy with finals, writing speeches, and graduating, and then I was uninspired for the longest time, and then once I finished this, I realized I couldn't post it because I didn't have a working laptop! (Sorry if something appears wonky, I'm getting used to this weird laptap) But now, here it is!

Oh yeah, and I'm not making any money off of this. I'm just playing with my favorite characters :)

Enjoy!


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The room smelled of sex and Hermione's perfume, and Minerva was so comfortable with her head resting on Hermione's warm shoulder and her arm tossed around her waist, but she knew they had to get up; she did want to see Mr. Weasley's reaction to their rather loud sex. With a quick kiss to Hermione's neck, she sat up, "Come on, love. We should get back to everyone else." Hermione groaned, gently pushed Minerva back down, and made her way to the bathroom saying,

"If I let you shower with me, we won't ever go back outside." So they showered and glamoured off their love-bites, though Minerva made Hermione keep the one below her earlobe, it was starting to show and was quite pretty. They put on their clothes -which was ironed out magically- and made their way out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

They walk down the staircase and into the kitchen. Minerva expected everyone to have left, but Harry, Ginny, and Tonks were sitting at the table. Harry and Ginny had wide cheshire grins on their faces, while Tonks was covering her mouth, trying her best to not die of laughter. "What's so funny, guys?" Hermione asked, confused with their expressions, and looked to Minerva to see if she could help out. Minerva only had a smirk on her face. Between laughs, Ginny remarked, "Well Minerva, I don't think anyone will get any funny ideas about Hermione anytime soon!"

"Yeah, anyone in a five-mile radius!" Harry wheezed.

The gears in Hermione's mind turned and turned until she gasped in horror, "You heard us?!"

Tonks finally seemed to break from her laugh-induced stupor, and patted Hermione's shoulder, "Damn right, we heard you! Merlin, I enjoyed it, too!" She could barely finish before she started cackling again.

Hermione glared at Minerva, who quickly supplied an answer, "Mr. Weasley was, what do they say, barking up the wrong tree? So, I just wanted to lay my claim. He most definitely won't attempt to woo you now."

Hermione angrily swatted at Minerva's arm, "So! That's still humiliating! Everyone heard me, and that's why they all left! I can't believe you!"

"Well, if it's any consolation, my dear, your moans are very lovely," Minerva shrugged.

Ginny cheered, " I second that!"

And Nymphadora butted in, "I second-second that!"

Harry just shook his head good-naturedly.

Though Hermione was a bit embarrassed that almost everyone left, Ginny assured her that no one seemed angry, but to watch out for the twins, who would surely never let her live it down.

"Where is Ron, by the way?" She asked after a moment, her face a deep blush. She headed towards the living room by herself without waiting for an answer, and slowly opened the door, not really knowing what to expect behind it. "Ron? You there?" She heard fabric ruffle and immediately gripped her wand. Ron revealed himself, he was most likely sulking around, and his face was an ugly shade of puce.

"What the bloody hell do you want? Came to rub it in my face that you'll never give me a chance?" He shouted. Hermione recoiled at the anger quite evident in his voice. She tried to pacify him by saying, "You weren't meant to hear that, Ronald…" but that only angered him even more.

"You're lying!" He bellowed, getting more furious each moment, and then continued in a menacing voice, "I never knew you were such a whore, letting yourself get used by old rags, and then wanting people to hear you. Is that how you kept your grades up? Shagging professors left and right like the slut you are? Were you so desperate to spread your legs you let that hag hit it?"

A tear left Hermione's eye, not believing how he could say such cruel things, when he knew that she had never done such a thing. With a shaking voice, she stated, "Ronald, you know exactly how much I worked for my grades, and that I never shagged a professor—

"THEN WHY DID EVERYONE HEAR YOU SHAGGING MCGONAGALL?!" His voice rang throughout the house, Ron didn't know how loud he was ranting or how irrational he was being. As shocked as Hermione was, she was tempted to roll her eyes at how his bullheadedness.

There was silence, Ron waiting for an answer, and Hermione just not knowing how to respond and calm him down. She didn't think he'd listen to what she had to say, not when she could feel the waves of jealousy and possessiveness radiating off him. Then suddenly, a new voice joined the 'conversation.'

"Really, if it wasn't for your uncontrollable jealousy and the fact that you have the- what did Hermione say?- the emotional range of a teaspoon, your abhorrent table manners would be enough to turn any woman away."

Minerva, my knight in emerald robes! Hermione thought as she made eye contact with Minerva, who had a dangerous glimmer in her eyes.

"Oi, mind your own damn business, hag! This is between us two, and doesn't involve spinsters who can't keep their hands off what doesn't belong to them!" Ron roared to Minerva, not noticing the held back magic that swirled around the room after he insulted her and Hermione. She could not believe (well, honestly she could) the audacity of the boy, acting as if Hermione would even give him the time of day.

"Honestly, Mr. Weasley, it is you who should learn to keep their hands off what doesn't belong to them," Minerva said calmly, though Hermione knew that calm was just a facade, and that she was just itching to curse Ronald. "Hermione has been mine for quite a while now, and while I really wish our relationship didn't need to come out in such a way, I felt it prudent for you to learn just who she calls her lover. So am I going to have to show you just what I do to people who touch my things?" She stepped closer to the still fuming redhead, and added in an afterthought to her last statement, "Though, I can't help but feel unabashedly proud of how loud I got Hermione to scream my name in complete and utter abandon," Minerva emphasized the last words as her face broke out in a feral grin, "You've heard them, aren't Hermione's moans of pleasure just magnificent?"

Her eyes glowed threateningly, daring him to say anything and watch how fast she could and would slice, dice, and flambe his ass. Ronald noticed the deceivingly loosely gripped wand in the witch's hand, and realized just who he screamed at, then offended, multiple times. His angry red face immediately drained to a pasty white, and his eyes opened wide in total fear, his anger completely dissipated, leaving only a shaking mess. He stupidly puffed out his chest at one last attempt to appear strong and dumbly stuttered out, "N-no, I-I don't think t-that-"

Minerva flicked her wand and transfigured his head to that of an ass, forcing him to finish whatever he was going to say in frightened whinnies and brays. She watched Ronald frantically grope his head as terrified squeals came out of his mouth, and couldn't help but let her lips curl into a smug smile. He ran out of the living room, leaving the two witches alone.

"How long will that last?" Hermione asked once she heard the squeals become faint. "As long as I think he deserves." Minerva said simply.

An awkward silence then ensued as neither woman knew exactly what to say to each other. Minerva bit her lip and Hermione looked down at her hands, which were looking very interesting at that moment. She heard a quietly muttered, "Oh sod it," and felt Minerva grasp her hands in her own elegant ones. Hermione looked up and found herself lost in the older witch's deep eyes, which were shining with sincerity, "Mo ghràdh, please forgive me if I embarrassed you. I'm sorry I didn't ask if you were okay with everything, but my protectiveness just took over me, thinking that someone else was trying to take you from me, and I could only think of staking my claim on you. I know that's a stupid excuse, but please love, know I didn't mean to hurt you in any way."

There was a beat of silence before Hermione quietly responded, "You know, if anyone else spoke about laying their claim on me, I would curse them to next week," She paused, took a deep breath, then smiled sheepishly, "I was really embarrassed, but to be honest, it kind of turned me on after I found out -but ask next time!- and I guess I was just so used to doing it in private, I forgot to mention the spell. You just sorta took advantage of that," Hermione gripped Minerva's hand a bit tighter, "What I mean to say is, you're forgiven, Tabby."

Minerva smiled and pulled Hermione into a sweet kiss. She reached a hand down and playfully squeezed the younger witch's backside, "So, Hermione, what say you to round… What round did we leave off on?" Hermione snorted, and Minerva continued, "And this time, we'll use silencio." Hermione laughed and playfully swatted Minerva's arm, "You insatiable old woman!"

"Again with the old woman, lass, now you're just asking for it." Minerva said with a husky, dark voice, though Hermione could easily see the sparkling mirth in her lover's emerald eyes. She innocently asked, "For what, Professor?" Then ruined the act with a wicked smile as she darted for the staircase, having Minerva follow after her into what would surely be an exciting lesson indeed.

This time though, they would remember to use silencio.

*Fin*


I hoped you liked this story as much as I liked writing it! I tried my best to really show how hotheaded, inconsiderate and crude Ron could be when angered, so I hope I did good! And it was positively fun writing Minerva's dialogue! This story in all was just fun to write:) And if you guys liked it please leave a review! ^^