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Hermione was in a good mood when she walked into the Great Hall that afternoon, she cast a happy smile up towards her mate who looked pleased to see. She was just about to take her seat at Slytherin table when an angry shout drew her attention. Stopping in her place she easily found the source of noise and huffed when she saw Ron stand and glare at her.
Before anything was said Hermione glanced at Lavender who was sitting on the other side of the table and noticed the rather guilty look on the blondes face. Frowning slightly Hermione looked up at Minerva who was decidedly anxious looking an then back at the red headed who was glaring nastily at her.
"You! You're pregnant? Is that the only reason you asked to meet my family? Trying to take advantage of my mum? Just like you took advantage of old McGonagall? Its just like a lowly Slytherin to cheat on someone." Ron started loudly and the entire castle seemed to still and listen.
"Carry on making a fool of yourself Ronald." Hermione huffed out looking at the boy impatiently.
"Is it true? You're pregnant?" Ron's tone is clearly still angry but Hermione humours him and nods.
"Indeed I am." Her tone is flat.
"You are just making a mockery of McGonagall? You'd cheat on her? What happened to all that crap about mating bonds?" Ron fired and Hermione glanced at Minerva who was standing to approach but Hermione waved her off.
"I did not cheat on my mate, I would not ever even entertain the idea. How about you sit back down and let Lav explain in detail instead of getting half the information and jumping to uncalled for conclusions?" Hermione grit out rather pissed off that everyone just decides she would cheat.
"What would Lavender know?!" Ron barks loudly.
"A damn sight more than you, you bloody prat!" Hermione growled back and Minerva knew the young woman was losing her temper fast.
"Don't tell me what to do! Look at you, you crazy swot! You look like that crazy mother of yours Bellatrix!" Ron bit out and it was clear to the staff that this was getting out of hand but the information just blurted to the silent occupants of the hall had everyone gasping in shock.
"Sit down Ronald, before you say something you will regret." Hermione says in a deadly calm tone.
"Bit touchy are you? Think mummy will be proud to know her only child is a little dyke who gets herself knocked up at 17?" Ronald goaded foolishly.
Two things happened so quickly that most of the students and staff didn't understand what had actually occurred. Hermione pulled her wand from her sleeve but before she could cast a hex at the boy her wand went sailing through the air to land in Minerva's outstretched palm. Hermione glared at her mate who opened her mouth to say something, perhaps apologise, but before she could utter a word the young witch turned on her heel and stormed out of the hall.
Walking out of the hall Hermione shifts into her fox form and trotted briskly towards the kitchen. Angrily she shifted outside the portrait that served as a door to the kitchen and stepped in. Twiggy instantly realised she was there and came over though the nervous look she gave Hermione let the brunette know her bad mood was obvious.
"Miss want something to eat?" Twiggy asked nervously deciding that was no doubt why the teen was there.
"Yes please. Just fix me a plate of what ever if ready?" Hermione asked stomping over to a small table the elves used.
Hermione had only been sitting there for a few seconds before a plate full of chicken and potatoes with gravy appeared in front of her with a large glass of pumpkin juice beside it. She muttered a thank you and started to shred chicken from the bone and mixing it with her mashed potatoes, she was just starting to eat when the portrait opened. Without needing to turn around she knew who it was.
Clenching her teeth for a moment Hermione took a deep breath in through her nose and let it out slowly before picking up her fork and beginning to eat, pointedly ignoring the presence behind her. There were a few moments of anxious silence and Hermione heard her love shift her weight to the other foot before the older witch spoke.
"I... don't think its fair that you're mad at me." Minerva started attempting to sound confident though she was rather worried about her loves ire being directed at her solely.
Hermione paused for a moment, took the words in, and then went back to eating and ignoring her mate. She refused to respond right now, her temper was high and in all honesty she wasn't sure if she was upset with Minerva for disarming her or Ron for the dig he made about Bellatrix not being proud.
Since finding out about Bellatrix, Hermione has found herself wondering if what her biological mother would think of her actions. Narcissa had mentioned Bella having a crush on Minerva so surely Bellatrix would have no issues with her sexuality. But would she have a problem with her only child being pregnant at 17? Hermione sighed.
"I'm mad only because you robbed me of the pleasure of hexing that idiot into next century. He deserved it." Hermione spoke finally setting her fork down.
"Indeed he did Vixen, and I know you could have handled yourself perfectly well against him. How ever you aren't a student here any more, nor are you faculty. If you attacked one of my students I would have been forced to remove and ban you from Hogwarts." Minerva explained gently still standing behind her mate.
"You're right. I'm sorry for putting you in that position." Hermione finally turned and faced her mate giving an apologetic smile.
"Are you mad at Lavender?" Hermione shrugs and shakes her head as she slowly reached out and gently grabs Minerva's hips pulling the older witch forward and between her legs.
"Not really, I know Lavender is a gossip. Besides its not her fault my daft cousin couldn't wait for her to give him all the details." Hermione speaks softly as she leans forward a little nuzzling her wife's robe covered belly before sliding her arms around the older woman's hips in a hug.
"That is very true." Minerva thought she heard her love almost pur as she slid her hands into brunette curls.
"You promised me sex." Hermione mumbled one of her hands slipping to squeeze a firm buttocks.
"I did, why don't you finish your dinner and we can retire to our quarters. I don't think the elves wish to see us defile their kitchen." Minerva was both amused and aroused by her loves words and actions and it showed in her husky chuckle.
"I suppose. I am hungry." Hermione grins pulling back away from her lover.
Hermione was ushered into the bedroom she shared with her mate not an hour later by a rather eager Minerva McGonagall and she couldn't help but giggle when her clothes were suddenly banished to the floor and she was pushed onto the bed. Before she had a chance to move onto her back she found the pleasant warm weight of mate straddling her bum. She realised immediately that her wife was as naked as she was.
Shuffling back just slightly so she was more on her mates legs instead of her shapely behind Minerva leaned forward enough to run her palms slowly from shoulder down her lovers back. The older witch watched her hands move until finally she had muscular cheeks cupped in both palms.
"You really do have a lovely arse, baby." Minerva husked softly squeezing and kneading the globes of flesh and relishing in her young loves decidedly needy moan.
"Tabby... I love your hands on my body." Hermione groaned out softly thoroughly enjoying the attention she was getting.
"Of course you do, these hands were made to be on your body." Minerva leaned down and placed a lingering kiss in the middle of her mates back.
"Oh... what are you doing to me?" Hermione gasped out as the hands moved down the backs of her thighs before thumbs moved between slick flesh opening her to Minerva's hungry eyes.
"I promised you sex, so i'm going to make you cum." Minerva chuckled huskily as an index finger played at the copious fluid at Hermione's entrance.
"You... you should get to th-that then." Hermione managed to get the words out between gasps only to moan a moment later as a single digit slid deep, the angle perfect for Minerva to immediately find that slightly rough patch.
"Like this?" Minerva removed her finger only to push back in with two.
As Minerva pushed in she shifted her own weight so she was leaning over Hermione her pelvis helping in pushing the fingers deeper as she pushed against her hand. Hermione let out of a deep moan and Minerva shivered slightly from the sound as she leaned forward and kissed the brunettes shoulder. `
"Gods... yes... Oh!" Hermione wasn't sure what to do, she wanted to move but she couldn't quite figure it out in this position and in the back of her mind she decided that must have been the headmistresses plan.
"If you're so into this, may-maybe we should invest in a... strap-on." Hermione was thoroughly enjoying the slow way her lover was fucking her and decided to lift her hips slightly to allow her love deeper.
"What's that?" Minerva's tone was curious but she was highly distracted by the slick silky warmth gripping around her fingers.
"Muggle invention. Wearable cock. Popular with lesbian couples." Hermione panted out wanting her wife to move faster.
"I like the sounds of that, I'd love to be buried in your tight body, fucking you as I watched those beautiful tits of yours bounce." Minerva husked directly in Hermione's ear.
Still, with the slow deep pace Minerva set, Hermione managed to cum and hard around her lovers fingers. She decided as her muscles twitched with the force of her orgasm, that her rather sudden climax was thanks to Minerva being so vocal. That and the older woman really did paint a lovely picture when she spoke of fucking her.
Minerva seemed pleasantly surprised by Hermione's orgasm but promptly removed her fingers and moved her still recovering lover onto her back. Smirking and looking down at the thatch of curls, glistening with arousal, Minerva wasted no time in diving right in. Hermione yelped at the sudden assault making the smirking witch chuckle as her lips latched around her mates clit.
"Min! Oh fuck!.." Hermione cried out as fingers were once again making their way inside her.
Minerva found herself thankful that no sound could be heard outside of a staff members quarters as she was sure the whole castle would be hearing the loud moans and exclamations her little fox was making right now. Sounds that had the older witch literally dripping with arousal forming a slight wet patch beneath the older witch on the quilt.
Impossibly it took even less time for Hermione to cum the second time as she was arching up off the bed as a gush of fluid coated the fingers, hands and chin of her older lover. Almost immediately Hermione squirmed away from the older witch as she quickly becomes too sensitive. Minerva sits up on her knees and looks down at the mate with a smug grin on her face as she licks her hand and fingers clean in an entirely feline way that Hermione found far too erotic.
Groaning softly Hermione looks down at her mates gloriously nude body and almost instantly zeroes in on the slick thighs and black and silver sticky curls. With an almost feral growl she pushes her weariness to the side and gets to her knees quickly grabbing her loves shoulders and forcing her down onto the bed. Without further thought she pushed the now laying woman's legs apart and entered her to the knuckle with three slim fingers.
"Merlin... please Fox... make me cum." Minerva pleaded suddenly realising just how badly she needed her mate this way right now.
"You'll be sore in the morning." Hermione promises with an incredibly satisfied grin on her face as Minerva is already arching and rolling her hips against the brunettes hand.
"Just fuck me!" Minerva demands loudly.
Hermione obliges as she thrusts into her love at a steady pace and she watches her fingers disappearing into the hot wet body beneath her. Groaning softly Hermione decides to up the ante slight and adds her little finger to the mix. Thanks to being so wet Minerva takes it easily and Hermione can push even deeper into her lover.
"God you're so wet... I bet you could take my whole fist right now." Hermione had leaned over her lover as she spoke and Minerva cried out at her words.
Hermione could feel the muscles gripping her hand pulse as she spoke and she couldn't fight the proud smile on her face. She knew she would never tire of making her mate feel like this and so she picked up her pace curling her fingers just enough to increase her witches pleasure. Listening to the gasps and moans of her lover the young brunette simultaneously took a firm nipple into her mouth as her thumb finally made contact with a hard throbbing bundle.
Minerva instantly arched and Hermione knew she was cumming, and hard. If it wasn't the gripping fluttering muscles squeezing her hand that tipped her off it would have been the way Minerva screamed her name that clued the brunette into the fact her wife was having an earth shattering orgasm. Hermione brought her love down gently before removing her fingers from the older woman and licking each clean as the headmistress got her breath back.
"Come here." Minerva panted out after a minute and Hermione obliged eagerly sliding her body along her mates and snuggling into her warm sweaty body.
"How was your day?" Hermione asked smirking as the older woman waved off the question and grabbed her wand half heartedly summoning the mink blanket that was on the flood by the bed.
"I'll tell you tomorrow, sleep now." Minerva mumbled tiredly snuggling under the blanket and into her mates arms.
Hermione waited for a moment looking at the closed eyes of her lover and then smirked deviously. She shifted enough that if her mate had been asleep already she would have roused her enough to get a verbal response regardless of how coherent it is.
"If I see Ron in Hogsmead tomorrow can I hex him?" Hermione asked softly only to chuckle lightly at her witches response. The brunette was sure Minerva had no idea what she had said.
"What ever you want baby."