It feels sooooo good to be writing again! I can't believe I let it slide for that long. Something must be wrong with me… O.o
Oh, well. If there was nothing wrong with me, I'd be boring and wouldn't be writing horrible fanfic. Har har. :D In a fabulous mood tonight, hence the longer than usual Author's Note. Had the best Halloween weekend ever!!!! Got uber drunk and made out with a hot Puerto Rican Marine. ^.^
Anyways… On to Hermione and Minerva! And everyone else who isn't important. 'Cept Snape… He's kinda hot. ;)
No, I don't own them… Unfortunately… Maybe J.K. will let me in her will… Hm…
Up and About
Hermione smiled as she hopped off the hospital bed a few weeks later, Harry by her side. Minerva was, unfortunately, teaching a class and couldn't be there to escort Hermione back to her chambers. "Thank you, Harry. I really appreciate it. Even though you know it's not necessary in the least." The last sentence had the perfect amount of Hermione's teacher tone inflected.
Harry almost flinched, reminded of McGonagall. "Actually, according to your spouse, it was quite necessary for someone to escort you back. She didn't want a repeat performance so soon."
Hermione glowered. "She has nothing to worry about there." Harry shied away at the grin that overtook the last expression on Hermione's lips. "I'll have everything taken care of shortly."
Harry paused in the middle of the corridor. "Er… Hermione? Do I even want to know?"
Hermione shook her head. "Probably not. But don't worry, it's nothing too horrendous." She smiled and continued walking towards Minerva's bedchambers. When they reached the door, Hermione hugged Harry. "Thanks, again. I should definitely be in class tomorrow. I wish they'd let me back in today…"
Harry chuckled at the typical Hermione remark. "Only you…" He smiled and let go of her. "Take care of yourself."
Hermione grinned and opened the portrait after a wordless password. "I fully intend on milking this for all it's worth and making her take care of me." She winked and slipped in through the opening, laughing silently at the slightly ill look on Harry's face.
Long, chestnut curls flowed over flawless skin that was soaking in soapy water. Bubbles strategically placed themselves to cover the more intimate sections of the girl lounging in the oversized tub. A small smile graced the full lips of the young woman as she rested in her lover's quarters. She knew that this would be what Minerva would love to come home to. The sound of a door closing in the main room was Hermione's cue to shut her eyes and lay back.
Minerva wearily placed her overcoat on the chair nearest her. She had gone to the Infirmary, but Hermione had already left. Poppy had no idea where she was, only that she had left with Mr. Potter. She also checked Gryffindor Tower, but the girl was nowhere to be found. The only thing that kept her from worrying was knowing that she was probably off reading or something. Oh, that's right. The library. Minerva reached for her coat and then thought better of it. Disturbing Hermione while she was reading was never a good idea. A bath sounded much better. She slid off the rest of her clothes, leaving a trail on her way to her bathroom. She opened the door and then stopped in her tracks.
Hermione heard the door swing open and shifted slightly to where the bubbles revealed more of her smooth skin, knowing what the effect would be. Sure enough, a low moan could be heard from the door to the bathroom.
Minerva slowly walked to the edge of the tub and sat down, letting her hand drift to Hermione's hair to softly stroke it. "My Love?"
Hermione opened her eyes and smiled seductively at Minerva. "Yes, Dear?" Her tone was slightly husky.
A splash of water indicated Minerva entering the tub. The rest was giggles and moans galore.
I know, I know. Why the short chapter? I'm trying to get into the habit of writing again… It's a little more difficult than I thought it would be. I'm going to try again tomorrow. But don't hold me to it.
