Thank you for all the reviews! I don't know how long this story will be but not more than ten chapters. I'm going abroad next tuesday and I'll be gone for nearly 3 months but I'll try to finish this story before I leave.
Hermione cast one last glance at her Professor before she left the classroom. The woman was already on her way, careful to avoid eye-contact with the brunette that had looked at her abnormally often during the class. She wasn't a fool. She knew how Hermione felt, she had known all along, but she hadn't anticipated for her feelings to be reciprocated. Minerva's nerves were constantly on fire, she could hardly sit still and the chaos in her mind was greater than before.
She decided to have lunch alone in her quarters, not bearing the loud and crowded hall. Well the truth was she couldn't bear to see Hermione. Every cell in her felt like it was on fire and wanted to scream everytime her eyes fell on her. She was so beautiful. Summoning one of the house elves Minerva asked for strong coffee and salmon sandwishes. She had first years after lunch, Slytherins and Gryffindors. Absolutely marvelous.
"Here you are Madame" The house elf squeaked as a plate appeared on her dining table along with a large mug of steaming black coffee.
"Thank you Enid"
Minerva lifted the mug to her mouth and carefully sipped the hot liquid. Since she had that dream last night her mind kept drifting off to a certain Gryffindor and there was little she could do about it. It was utterly wrong and she hated herself for having these thoughts. Well,thissecretwilldieinthegravewithme. Minerva sighed. There was no way in all the wizards lifetimes that she would ever act on her feelings, so much was certain. She just had to stand a few more months and then she'd be gone.
Minerva suddenly found herself choking on the coffee and she coughed repeatedly while cursing inwardly. Placing the cup on the table she went to the bathroom but caught the sight of her own reflection in the mirror in the hallway. She stopped and looked at herself, surprised to see her face lined with such sadness. Her emerald eyes were dull and the image of a dead fish came to her mind. A dead catfish.
Harry and Ron were in a wild discussion about Ginny's new love interest and neither of them noticed when Hermione left her seat, her food barely touched. She couldn't stand these morons, only talking about two subjects; girls and quidditch. She found neither particularly interesting (well she liked girls but it was annoying to hear boys talk about them) and today seemed like one of those days where she just had to get away from everything. It was chilly outside so she drew her cloak tighter around herself and wandered towards the soon to be frozen lake. She wondered how the giant squid survived during the winters when the lake was entirely frozen but then remembered it wasn't reliant on oxygen.
Sitting down on the ground she took out an empty parchment and pencil and began to doodle various things. She wasn't exactly an artist but she enjoyed scribbling down her thoughts and sometimes making little drawings next to them. Realizing it was colder than she thought Hermione reached for her wand in her robes to cast a warming spell. Only her pocket was empty. Frowning she kept searching her pocket as though she would find it in the corner until she gave up and panic started to settle in. She had left her wand somewhere. She was frozen for a moment in shock before she stood up and ran towards the castle. Entering the door she realized she must've left it in the Great Hall and sprinted towards it, almost knocking over students who gave her annoyed looks.
"Ugh, look at them, it's disgusting" Ron expressed his opinion about Ginny and the boy that was currently snogging her, for the third time in one minute when he noticed Hermione running towards them, looking as though judgement day was here. Feeling his mood becoming even worse he hollered at her.
"What's got your pants on fire? Or skirt I should say" He added and nodded towards her.
Immediately she began to search around for something, bending down to look at the floor, almost pushing people off their seats as she struggled to find her wand. Meanwhile people were giving her odd looks. She sighed and leant in to whisper to Harry and Ron who had like the others participated in "staring at the crazy Gryffindor girl".
"Have you seen my wand?"
Ron piped up. She should've known.
"You can't find your wand? That's hilarious!" He exclaimed loud enough for everyone at the table to hear and became beet red when Hermione gave him the deadliest glare she could conjure. Stomping off, deciding that her wand must be someplace else, she gave deadly glares to anyone who dared to look at her.
Minerva opened up the journal and sighed in irritation when she realized she'd left her reading glasses in the Transfigurations classroom. Using accio she waited but heard a small thump as they crashed into the closed door. Getting up she opened the door and picked up her glasses. As she stood up her eyes fell on the desk where Hermione was usually seated and she noticed something extraordinary. She walked up slowly until she could pick up the long, thin object, the wood smooth against her fingers. Hermione's wand. This was the first time she held it. Feeling a sudden urge to cast a spell she aimed it towards her broken glasses.
"Reparo"
They were immediately repaired and Minerva felt a tingle in her stomach from excitement. Students leaving their wand behind happened on rare occasions, usually by first years. But this was a skilled and experienced sixth year, none other than Hermione Granger in fact, the brightest witch in her year. Minerva decided she would teach the girl a lesson and stashed the wand in her bureau in her private rooms. Just for a few hours of course then she would give it back to her.
Then she sat down in her armchair by the window and waited. She took up the journal again pretending to be interested by what it said and hoped that Hermione had discovered her mishap by now. If not the woman would be more than worried. Soon enough she heard soft footsteps approaching her door, followed by a hesitant knock.
"Professor?" The muffled voice of Hermione could be heard and Minerva told her to enter. The girl opened the door slowly, unsurely and looked at the woman sitting by the window, engulfed in one of the wizarding journals she had sometimes seen laid upon her desk in the classroom.
"Yes?" Minerva asked impatiently and sent her a stern look making Hermione's heart skip a beat. She swallowed hard, wishing she wouldn't have to ask the following question.
"You haven't.. by any chance.. perhaps.. seen my wand?"
Minerva watched her fidget with the hem of her skirt as she spoke and realised how sexy she was in this state, vulnerable. Pushing those thoughts away she got up from her seat and walked towards the younger woman careful not to break eye-contact.
"You've lost your wand?" The seriousness in her voice was not lost on Hermione who seemed to shrink under her mentors gaze. Her eyes fell on her feet, she felt the heat rise in her cheeks.
"I think I left it here. Someone must have taken it" By now she was almost crying. What if Malfoy had it? If Harry was right about him being a Death Eater there was no telling what he could do with it, what if he gave it to his father, or to Bellatrix..?
Minerva saw the inner turmoil as Hermione's face turned a shade of scarlet but then she became as white as a ghost.
"Shit!" She swore loudly causing Minerva to almost jump in surprise.
"There is no need to use such language Miss Granger.." She made her way to the bureau and opened the bottom drawer, retrieving Hermione's wand, who looked like she wanted to cry and laugh at the same time her face screwed up in some strange grimace.
"I found it on your desk" Minerva took her hand and placed her wand in it, Hermione immediately feeling safer. She cherished the touch they had just shared and her body ached for more.
"Thank you.. Proffessor" She almost whispered the last part and turned around to leave when she felt Minerva's grip around her arm.
"Miss Granger.." She forced her to turn back and their eyes met again. Before Hermione could react Minerva had enveloped her in a warm embrace, her hand ending up on her lower back and the other still around her arm.
"Please take care of yourself" She whispered into her ear and Hermione felt her whole body shiver. Oh god she wanted her. Without thinking or caring about the consequences Hermione pressed her lips onto Minerva's neck, another shiver running through her body like fire as they met soft skin. She felt Minerva stiffen but placed another kiss, this time tasting her with the tip of her tongue, leaving a small trail of saliva.
"Hermione, no" Minerva pushed her off and backed away, shock displayed on her face. She didn't think she would do something like that. Hermione's mouth fell open but she didn't say anything. She merely stared at her for what felt like hours before her legs began to move on her own and she stormed out of the room.
Sorry for the cliffy.. I'll start the next chapter immediately.
