Its wrapping up in a few more chapters. This is moving the plot forward also just a bit of cheeky, naughty interaction between Hermoine and Minerva.
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The following morning shortly after breakfast Hermione was walking down to the village to see Rosmerta before going to her weekly lunch date with Percy and/or Penelope. It was while she was out of the castle that Minerva had an unscheduled and surprising visitor. She was just walking into her office to do some grading when her fireplace burst to life and Arthur Weasely stepped out with a sheepish look on his face.
Minerva stood and folded her arms over her chest when the fire died away and Arthur had the grace to look rather ashamed of himself even without speaking. Shifting from foot to foot the man slowly looked up and gave the older woman an apologetic look. Clearing his throat he sighed before before speaking up.
"Minerva, I sincerely wish to apologise for my behaviour recently, both towards you and Hermione, especially Hermione." Arthur starts his face as sincere as his tone and Minerva nods.
"That's good of you. Though if you plan to apologise to Hermione you have missed her for the day. She is off to visit Rosmerta before meeting Percy for lunch." Minerva moves to get desk and sits gesturing the seat closest to Arthur as she does.
Arthur gratefully steps forward and takes the seat leaning back slightly and placing his hands in his lap as he looks back at the headmistress.
"I realise I have been a complete prat. She kind of screamed some sense into me when she was at the ministry the other day." Minerva interrupted the Weasely patriarch.
"I beg your pardon?" Minerva inquires seriously.
"She didn't tell you? I was between departments with Hermione and Tonks and being the idiot I am I over heard a conversation they were having and had a go. I accused her of family not meaning anything to her." Arthur seemed to be wearing a constant shame face.
"You did what? Arthur I never took you for a fool! Family means more to her than you could know. What could possess you to make such an idiotic statement?" Minerva all but growled and Arthur only looked more ashamed of himself.
"I don't know. I'm a foolish idiot and I just recently realised i'm bigot. I will apologise to Hermione, in fact that is why I am here to talk to you." Arthur explained only to noticed Minerva's look of confusion.
"I'm not sure how talking to me equals apologising to Hermione." Minerva points out lifting a questioning brow.
"Well its like this. I just recently, after being yelled at by your mate, learned that Hermione is far more involved with my family than I first thought. Fred and George came home yesterday and told us they were moving into a flat they own, after questioning they explained they were going into business with Hermione and would be living above the store. The confessed that Hermione was the biggest financial backer... why would she do that if family meant nothing to her? Stupidly I decided it could have just been for her of monetary gain." Arthur confessed only to give a sheepish grin at Minerva's pointed glace.
"Yes yes I know. Molly then pulled out this funny looking little animal and explained that Hermione had gifted it to her. That she had made my wife a companion. Molly loves that little creature. She then informed me that she writes to Charlie twice weekly and that you and your mate are even planning to spend a weekend with Bill and Fleur. I quickly realised that I was an idiot, I fully accept that." Arthur further explained tapping his leg nervously.
"Alright. I'm still not sure what this has to do with me and apologising to my witch." Minerva tilts her head before calling Silva and asking her to bring them a tea service.
"Ok well, while Hermione was screaming at me she mentioned Bellatrix being forced into Voldemort's service... She said Bellatrix gave her memories?" Arthur asked just before the little elf appeared and set the tea tray on the desk. Minerva made a cup and gestured Arthur do the same.
"Yes actually all that is true. I've seen the memories myself. What are you getting at?" Minerva asked leaning back and stirring her tea as Arthur makes his own cup.
"Well, I want the memories. I do not wish to tell you why if you can respect that though I would understand if you didn't I simply want to borrow the memories for the afternoon, I would return them this evening." Arthur's expression turned pleading but Minerva frowned.
"Why should I trust you with my mates possessions? You've been nothing but unkind to her and now you expect me to turn over something that is dear to her?" Minerva's tone was pure Headmistress and it actually frightened Arthur a little before he steeled his nerves.
"I know Minerva I do. I don't deserve this, but I need to do something big to apologise and... I need the memories if I am to attempt to do that. Please. I will have them back this afternoon." Arthur all but begged the older woman.
Minerva regarded the man before her and she could see no dishonesty coming from him though she was still a little unsure. She had known Arthur for most of his life and had been friends with him for more than half of it. She wanted to trust him but the way he treated her witch makes it hard so the old witch calls for Twiggy instead of answering the man and then pulls the box from her desk removing a vial.
"Twiggy, I want you to take this and go with Arthur. You are to do what he says for the afternoon and you aren't allowed to speak of anything you hear while with him. Look after Bellatrix's memories please and return here with them the moment Arthur gives you the ok. Can you do that?" Minerva asks the elf who nods happily and takes the box from the desk.
"Thank you Minerva, I promise you you wont regret this." Arthur finally sounded his usual excitable self.
"That is yet to be seen Arthur. Don't make me come and find you." Minerva spoke clearly and Arthur couldn't have missed the silent promise of retaliation if he were to betray her or her mate.
"Of course. You will have the memories back within a few hours. Come along Twiggy. I'll show you around the Ministry of Magic." Arthur smiled happily and took the elf's hand as she offered it to him.
Minerva watched the pair go to the fireplace and disappear in a burst of green flame before she let out a heaved sigh. Rolling her eyes the older woman got to her feet and went to the fireplace deciding now was a good enough time to do as she was asked and floo call Hermione's Aunts and ask if they were available to come to Hogwarts tomorrow as Hermione wished to show them the memories.
Hermione practically bounced into her and Minerva's quarters late that afternoon and went into the bedroom where she promptly changed into clean clothes and then left again going down to the Great Hall for dinner. She strode into the hall and grinned at her mate who looked happy to see her and blew her a kiss before sitting at Slytherin table.
Hermione was making a plate of food when a warm body slid onto the bench beside her, she hadn't noticed how quiet it was in the hall until she looked up and smiled seeing Minerva right beside her. Beaming happily the young witch leaned over and kissed the headmistress lightly on the lips, a kiss Minerva was all but happy to return.
"I missed you so I thought I would eat with you tonight." Minerva explained as she started placing food on her own plate.
"I missed you too so this is perfect. How was your day?" Hermione asked pointedly ignoring the many eyes watching the couple.
"Eh, I contacted your Aunts as you asked and they will all be here tomorrow morning around 10. Otherwise it was just another day." Minerva shrugged but her smile indicated it wasn't so bad for her.
"That's great. I stopped by the store after lunch and spent a little time with the twins in the lab. They have it all set up and are planning on receiving stock next week. They are hoping to have it opened within three weeks." Hermione explained before taking a large mouthful of mashed potatoes that had her mate chuckling.
"Slow down you will give yourself indigestion." Minerva chuckled and nudged her mate.
"Well I could do that... or I could eat quicker and you and I could go up to our quarters." Hermione explained her tone slightly suggestive.
"You are insatiable aren't you." It wasn't really a question and Hermione knew it as she simply winked at her mate and continued eating.
"What would we be doing in our quarters? Reading? Maybe having some tea? Having a discussion about Witch Weekly?" Minerva asked after several silent minutes as they continued to eat.
"Sure if you wanted, or I don't know... I really think I need some pointers on how to pleasure ones self. I'd be inclined to sit and watch a demonstration." Hermione's tone was a little on the low side, everyone had gone back to their own meals and conversations but she didn't want to risk anyone over hearing her and her mates conversation.
"What kind of pleasure are we talking about? Intellectual pleasure? The right book could bring me quite a bit of pleasure." Minerva smirked slightly and Hermione rolled her eyes but nodded.
"Of course, I could definitely sit and watch you read how ever I would much rather see you pleasure yourself in a more visually stimulating way." Hermione grinned at her mate as she took a drink of pumpkin juice to wash down her meal.
"I'm not sure I understand. Can you elaborate on exactly what you want?" Minerva urged her voice dropping and growing husky. Emerald eyes were almost black with desire.
"Of course. What I want is to strip you naked and have you settle on our bed, preferably with your legs spread. You know how I love to see you. I want to watch you touch yourself." Hermione had leaned in and whispered in her mates ear and could feel the older woman shudder.
"Touch myself where?" Minerva husked out her voice so thick it broke as she voiced her question.
"First I want to watch you playing with those lovely nipples of yours... I love to see how hard your tits get when you're turned on." Hermione was growling low in her throat now and she had to cross her legs beneath the table.
"Merlin..." Minerva gasped out quietly, she could feel herself beginning to soak her panties.
"Then, when they are nice and pert I want you to spread your glorious legs nice and wide and show me that sweet sweet pussy. I want to watch you open yourself up for my gaze and stroke your clit before sinking your fingers into your tight, dripping cunt." Hermione's low rumble was almost as much of a turn on as her words and Minerva couldn't ignore her increasing arousal any more.
Jerking to her feet the headmistress grasped Hermione's hand and pulled her up before striding out of the Great Hall dragging a chuckling Hermione Black with her.