Lost & Found

This is a story that formed in my head while spending a lot of days in the hospital, reading the Harry Potter books all over again and many FanFiction stories. I had another pairing in mind at first but this seemed like the best pair for the story. I hope it's worth your time. Please do excuse any mistakes you may come across, I have not written any stories in years and I am a bit out of touch. And I have never written any Harry Potter FanFiction before so I do hope I do it justice.

Oh also, I needed Dumbledore alive in this, so there's that. Here's hoping everyone is doing well and staying safe. Enjoy.

Chapter One

Hermione sighed at the scene in front of her. When she came here, she was not sure if she made the right choice, but the serene view of the beautiful lake, the mountains and the trees made her feel incredibly good about her decision. It was now the third day into her forced vacation and she was surprised that she was actually enjoying this free time. She did not want time off, in fact she was adamant about not wanting it. In response, her department head had literally locked her out of the office until she finally submitted her one week request. While she was furious, everyone in her department as well as her friends were absolutely thrilled that she had taken some time off.

"It's been 6 years Hermione," She remembered Ron telling her while trying to gulp down his chicken. "If it was me, I would actually request for extra vacation days."

She smiled at the memory. Ron, herself and Harry were at a restaurant in Diagon Alley, having their usual bi-monthly lunch, something the Golden Trio promised to do no matter how busy they got.

"That's because you don't like your job Ronald," She rolled her eyes. "I, however, happen to love what I do."

"Hey, I like being an Auror," Ron defended himself in an unsure tone. "I just, also happen to like staying at home and do nothing."

She chuckled along with Harry who was watching their interaction quietly. It had been 8 years since the great battle ended. It was finally over and they thought they could finally breath. But before they could even tend to the cuts and bruises on their tired bodies, the three of them had been bombarded with press, with the Ministry using them to "boost morale" of the Wizarding World. They were able to hide from them at the Burrow for a few days until the Press decided to show up there, making it a hassle for everyone in the house. Not wanting to disturb everyone especially while they were grieving the heavy loss of Fred, the trio decided to go to Dumbledore who, with the help of the remaining teachers were building Hogwarts back up. They had finally escaped the circus when he allowed them to stay at the castle and help out with the rebuilding, finally giving them the chance recoup from their tiring year of hunting down Horcruxes.

During this time, Hermione did visit Australia to reverse the spell she had put on her parents, with a well-prepared apology in hand. However, it seems it was not necessary since her parents understood her actions. But they decided to stay in Australia. Why shouldn't they? They had built a lovely life, in a beach front house with friends who kept them from getting too bored. As per Hermione's father, she gave them the retirement they had always hoped for; it just came a little bit earlier than they had expected.

As months passed, the three of them knew that their escape from the world was coming to an end, since the dread of "what to do next" was looming over their heads. Maybe it was looming over Hermione's head more than the boys, but she made sure that they felt at least a little bit of her overwhelming anxiety. It turned out that they did not have to worry since the three of them had received job offers from the Ministry, with Hermione receiving multiple offers from almost every department. Harry and Ron took the opportunity to join the Aurors Academy while Hermione stayed back at Hogwarts to finish her last year, passing her N.E. with all O's.

She had not known where she was headed in her career until one day, while taking a stroll down the lake, she spotted an object wedged between two rocks. It looked like Neville's Remembrall, but it was black in color, with a dark grey smoke swirling within it. She was drawn towards this object, but just as she was about to touch it, she felt a dark magic emanating from it. As quick as she could, she brought Dumbledore who then informed the Ministry which lead to her being taken to the Department of Mysteries for questioning on how she found this object. This was where she learnt that she had come across a very dark object that feeds on the memories of whoever possesses it, driving the person insane. It seemed that someone had used Dementors as an inspiration, however this person had charmed the object so that it feeds off of any memory, happy or sad, it did not matter as long as it was a memory. She was fascinated by it, not because of the darkness that surrounded by it, but because she had never heard of such a thing being possible. Here she was, thinking that she knew almost all magic that existed but she was wrong.

She was questioned that day by her current boss, Florence Baker, who back then was the Deputy Head of the Department. Hermione had tried to ask her questions, one after the other but all she got in response was an unimpressed stare. Bloody Unspeakable. But just as she was leaving, Florence did say one thing; "I hope you don't limit yourself because a curious mind like yours should be able to wander into the many mysteries out there." This had lead Hermione to spend the next few days researching everything about every department in the Ministry and she could not find anywhere else she belonged to than as an Unspeakable at the Department of Mysteries. She applied to be a researcher the next day and she had never looked back.

Today, she was the Deputy Head, with Florence leading the Department which has expanded into research and gathering of knowledge beyond the comprehension of even themselves. While she enjoyed finding new magical objects and conducting research on the limitless realms of time, brain, death and so much more, it made it difficult for her to regularly keep in touch with those outside of her office. In fact, she had not been able to make this lunch for the last two times. The first time because she was hunting a dark object in a tomb in Peru while the second time, she was in the year 1975. She even missed the birth of Harry's baby, James, which Ginny had assured her that she would never let her live down and missed the engagement of Ron to Susan Bones, which Ron had said he would never let her live down. She had just shrugged and told that she knew the Weasley clan would never let her go since she had them all tightly wrapped around her fingers. Harry with a laugh agreed with her on that day as the three of them stared at James sleeping peacefully.

But meeting them that day after almost six months filled her heart. She never did realise how much she misses her boys until she meets them after a while and enjoy their company. So, as she sat by the lake in Canyon Matka in Macedonia, she started to miss them again.

"Excuse me," Hermione was snapped into reality by a soft voice from behind her. She saw a woman smiling at her. "Could you please help us take a picture together?" She pointed at another woman standing a few steps behind her.

With an enthusiastic "of course", Hermione got up and waited until the two women stood in front of the breathtaking scenery and smiled. She took several pictures and was waiting for the next pose when one of them stepped to her shyly.

"Will you be offended if I ask you to take a picture of us kissing? See, she's my wife, we just got married…" She started to explain.

"I will be more than happy to," Hermione stopped her from having to justify her relationship. With a glee, the two women posed, and Hermione's heart swelled with the warmth of love as she took that picture.

When they were done and she had been able to escape from a lot of "thank yous", the witch decided to head back into the town in search of some evening tea. She walked down the peaceful streets taking in the culture represented in the buildings she passed. She was not sure why she chose Macedonia for her vacation but as she was going through places to visit and had come across the Country, a strange feeling in her gut had told her that's where she needed to go.

And it was a good choice because this was a beautiful country, one that made her appreciate the calm and peace she was lacking in her life. With a smile, Hermione walked towards the area of the town which she had not yet been to, passing by many small cafés and restaurants, nothing looking appealing to her. She had almost given up when she turned into a small street and a small café caught her eye. She felt drawn towards the place, as if the beautiful lion decorating the large storefront window was calling out to her. It actually reminded her of the Gryffindor lion that decorated their common room in Hogwarts. She ran her hand over the lion and looked up to see the name of the café; "Draco Dormiens".

"Sleeping dragon?" She thought. "Why would you put a lion there instead of a dragon?"

And then she remembered something. Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus. It was the Hogwarts motto. Hermione's interest peaked. It was a stretch but could this café be owned by someone magical? Someone who maybe studied at Hogwarts? With all those questions running through her mind, she opened the door making a bell jingle.

She was met by a warm, comfy interior with wooden furniture creating a homey ambience. There was a reading nook by the side window and a comfortable looking sitting area with sofas which made Hermione's heart fill with joy. But not as much as it did after seeing the many books filling up several bookcases decorating the walls. She looked around the place with a goofy grin.

This is more like it. She headed in, giving a smile to the few people in the café who had looked up from their coffees or books to see who has come in. Hermione headed to the counter where a young woman sat, writing something in her notebook. But before Hermione could say anything, a voice called for a 'Victoria' and she stood up in a dash.

"Go ahead and check the menu," She quickly gave Hermione a one page menu and pointed at the pastry displays. "I'll be right with you."

With a sympathetic smile, she hurried through the door leaving Hermione a little taken back. But she shrugged it off and started to go through menu. Once she had picked her choice of beverage, she headed to the pastry display, which thoroughly surprised her. It was filled with English pastries and desserts. Pies, tarts, cakes and even shortbread, all of which made her feel as if she were in a café in London.

It's not that big of a deal, Hermione. She rolled her eyes at herself. Other people eat these too. Ooh is that Scotch Pie?!

She cocked her head in thought, taking in the delicious treats in front of her. She must have looked a sight, mumbling softly to herself as she tried to decide what to choose.

"So? What's the verdict?" A soothing voice came from behind the display making Hermione straighten up fast, expecting the younger woman she had seen before.

But instead she was met with the most intense emerald eyes she had ever seen. She felt like she was drowning in them, making it hard for her to break eye contact. She didn't dare look away, not until the holders of those emeralds turned away and headed to the counter, making Hermione follow silently.

As she gazed upon the woman in front of her, she could not breath. She looked so familiar but Hermione knew that if she had met this woman before, she would have definitely remembered her. After what felt like eons, she finally took a breath and was able to look past the emeralds and further down. There was something about the lean woman, more than just those strong cheekbone and luscious red lips. Her eyes moved further down to take in the inviting long neck and prominent collarbone peeking through the collared button down shirt that had the first two buttons left open, teasing a hint of cleavage that made Hermione lick her lips. She could tell that the woman had long legs even if they were hidden behind the counter. Her eyes moved its way back up again, from the tip of the long braid thrown over the woman's shoulder, showing off the gleaming black hair with silver strains adoring it.

Hermione did not realise that she was openly ogling at the woman as she stared at those luscious lips that had curved into to a mischievous smirk. She only realized it when she reached back to the emeralds that were narrowed, yet had an amused glint in it telling her that she had been caught. Hermione's face flushed bright red as she cleared her throat uncomfortably.

"See anything you like?" The soothing voice asked again.

Hermione was taken back and her eyes widened but she didn't dare say anything. She just kept staring at the woman, who now had one hand on her hips while resting her body on the other hand that was on the counter with a thin eyebrow raised at this younger woman who had very unsubtly checked her out.

"From the menu dear," The woman smiled, licking the corner of her mouth.

I'd like to feast on those lips please. A voice Hermione had not heard in a long time appeared in her head.

Shut it! A softer voice retorted back.

Hermione stared at the woman, her face getting even redder at her own thoughts. "Oh, urm…cappuccino please." She managed to say in a sheepish voice. "And a Scotch Pie."

"Good choice," The woman straightened herself. "Anything sweet for you?"

Yes, you spread out on this counter. The voice said in a growl. She quickly shrugged it off to meet emeralds eyes staring at her intensely, that amused smirk returning to her lips.

Wait, there is a chance that she is magical…what if she can read my thoughts?

You are an Unspeakable, you are trained to keep people out of your mind. The more confident voice in her head replied.

Maybe she's a very strong witch.

Whom we don't recognize? The voice scoffed.

You never know…

"You know what, you seem to be going through an internal debate about this so, how about I bring you the coffee and pie first while you decide on dessert, hmm?" The woman said in a playful tone.

"Yes, thank you," Hermione took in a deep breath.

With a nod, the woman rang up the total which Hermione paid afterwhich she was left standing at the counter. As the woman moved further behind the counter to ready her order, Hermione smiled when her assumptions about the woman's legs were proven correct. In fact, they seemed to be never ending, hidden beneath a skirt that ended at her mid-calf. Not wanting to get caught staring again, Hermione quickly headed to nook and sat down.

She looked out at the street to see that the window had a beautiful view of the gallery opposite to it, in which she caught the glimpse of beautiful paintings and sculptures. It was beautiful spot. She smiled and grabbed her bag, taking out the book she had intended to read while at the lake. Strangely, the serenity of nature took precedent over the book while she was at the lake. There is always a first, right?

Hermione made herself comfortable and put the book on her lap just when her coffee and pie was put on the table next to her. She looked up to see the woman give her a dashing smile before turning back towards the kitchen. Hermione once again, unabashedly stared at the woman, her eyes glued on her very fine rear-end swaying side-to-side as she disappeared into the kitchen. She sighed and smacked her forehead with her book.

You really need to get laid. The voice spoke once again.

Shut up!

She knew the voice was right. She had not had someone warm her bed in…actually, she could not remember the last time she was with someone. The last she remembered was a woman she had slept with when she had just started to work at the Ministry. And it was a disappointing night, even for a first-time. After that, she had few encounters with few men and women, but nothing lasting. It was true that her work kept her extremely busy, but the past few years, she had not even had the urge to seek companionship.

But this one…this one, I want to eat up. The voice spoke loudly.

Again, the voice was right. Hermione was dangerously drawn to this woman whom she had only just met. Well, seen. And it was not as if she had not seen beautiful women before. She had found many of the women she met during her travels to be attractive. But this woman was something else. She did not know how to explain the warmth that erupted from the depths of her stomach when she first saw her. It was as if she had been searching for this woman all her life and had finally found her. Involuntarily she turned her head towards the counter to see that the younger woman was back. With a dejected frown, Hermione took a sip of her coffee and turned back to her book. If anyone could distract herself from these thoughts, it would be Newt Scamander and his fantastic world of beasts.

And she was right. Newt had distracted her well. So much so that, she did not realise that the sun had gone down and that she was now reading under the lights of the café. Nor did she realise that the café had emptied. She definitely did not see the woman stop her younger apprentice from telling Hermione to leave the café for closing, telling her softly that she will take care of it. After what seemed like only an hour for Hermione, she closed the book with a smile.

"That must be some book," A voice startled her. She turned towards the counter to see the woman sitting comfortably reading a book herself, with her crossed feet thrown on the counter.

"Yeah, it's about this world of fantastic creatures," Hermione smiled.

"Fiction. I like that," The woman lifted her book to show the cover of Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman before she put her feet down and stood up. "You must be hungry."

"I just ate," Hermione said putting the book into her bag.

"That was hours ago dear," The woman chuckled, once again the amused glint returning to her eyes.

Hermione frowned and looked around the café for the first time since she had torn her eyes off the book. Indeed, the café was empty, with chairs put on the table and the street lit up with artificial light.

How the hell did I not hear anything? She wondered in her head.

"I'm so sorry, sometimes I get lost when I start reading," Hermione quickly stood up and hurried to grab her bag. "I wish you had told me you wanted to close."

"It's okay, we closed an hour ago," The woman grinned.

"Oh Merlin," Hermione cursed herself. "I sincerely apologise for wasting your time. You had to stay here and wait for me to get my big head out of the damn book."

"I live upstairs so don't worry about it," The woman waved a hand as she moved from behind the counter and closer to Hermione. "And if I wanted you to leave, I would have told you. Trust me."

"I'm still very sorry, I wish I could make it up to you," Hermione said quietly, throwing her bag over her shoulder.

"You can do so by stopping the apologies," She woman spoke softly. "You really must be hungry. Would you like some dinner?"

"Oh Merlin no, I have already taken enough of your time," Hermione said quickly.

"Is this this Merlin you keep referring to the same one as that wizard in the stories of King Arthur?" The woman asked curiously.

Hermione froze for a second, mentally slapping her for the slip. "Yeah…it was one of my favourite stories when I was a child. My parents are atheists and it was a joke between me and my dad. I guess it stuck as I grew up."

Hermione hoped the woman had bought her lie. One of the good things about being an Unspeakable is that she was literally trained to brew up lies in an instant. She tried her best not to lie but when she does, she knew her stories would add up. Maybe not this time since she was having a hard time not staring at the beautiful woman in front of her, who's shirt now had an extra button open giving her a nice view. She saw the woman move towards her making her gulp. But she calmed down slightly when the woman gave a hearty laugh.

"So, you're telling me that, in the midst of the throes of passion, instead of saying 'Oh God', you say 'Oh Merlin?'" The woman asked with a grin.

Hermione felt like her lips dry up even further than it was as she tried not to imagine this woman squirming underneath her, calling for whatever deity she believed in.

"Urm…I don't know, I have never noticed," Hermione cleared her throat uncomfortably. She heard the woman chuckle.

"So, dinner? I can whip something up for you very quickly," The woman pointed to her kitchen.

"No really, I don't want to trouble you," Hermione stepped forward. "I'll grab some food from somewhere."

"Why go somewhere else when there is food here?" The woman asked. "Or do you not like my cooking?" She asked giving Hermione a fake glare.

"No no, I love it. The pie was amazing, it was the best Scotch Pie I have had in years," Hermione tried to explain herself. "It's just…I know you don't serve meals here and…I can just take-away or order room service." She finished softly.

"Now you're just hurting my feelings," The woman pouted. "You would rather spend money on expensive, tasteless hotel food rather than eat free, home-cooked food with me. I'm truly hurt." She dramatically clutched her heart.

Hermione laughed making the woman follow her suit. With a deep breath, Hermione smiled. "Okay, okay…fine. But you will let me help because I am not sitting out here alone, guilt-ridden while you do all the work."

Why am I agreeing to this again?

Because you want to eat her. The voice spoke mischievously.

Eat WITH her. The other voice tried to sound confident.

"Not a problem, I actually hate cutting things," The woman smiled and pointed her head to the kitchen, asking Hermione to follow.

The kitchen was not large, but it was homey, with few machinery thrown here and there to allow the café to run smoothly. As soon as Hermione stepped in, an apron was thrown at her which she put on with a chuckle. The woman put forth all the ingredients she needed cut and turned to the stove.

"Since you don't want to bother me, and even I am a bit lazy right now, I'm serving pasta," The woman stated as she dove into her cooking. "Are you okay with that?"

"I love pasta," Hermione nodded as she started cutting the onion. Tears started to slowly form in her eyes making her sniff.

"Oh, don't cry, I can make something better," Hermione slightly jumped when she felt the woman's voice from behind her. The woman chuckled before opening a cupboard Hermione and grabbing what she needed.

Hermione rolled her eyes playfully. "So, how long have you been living in Macedonia?" She asked with another sniff.

"Why do you assume I'm not from here?" The woman asked.

"Just a hunch. Your features are different from the locals and the slight foreign accent did feed my assumption," Hermione explained. "And the type of pastries out there made me assume that you are not from here."

"So, you assumed I'm from where?" There was a slight mischief in her voice.

"England. Or maybe Scotland, because you do have a lot of Scottish delights out there too," Hermione shrugged and saw the woman nod to herself.

"Well, you were right with the first guess," The woman spoke and Hermione finally looked up to see her throw pasta into the boiling water. "Middlesbrough. But my maternal grandfather is Scottish, maybe that's why I like the food. And as for how long I have lived here, the answer is, as long as I remember."

Hermione brought the chopped ingredients to the stove. "So, you moved here when you were a child?"

"My father passed away when I was 2 and it was too hard for my mother to stay in England at the time," The woman answered softly. "She had a friend living here, working at the Church. When we first came here, it was just meant to be a visit. But mother fell in love with the place and we settled down."

"Do you ever think of going back?" Hermione asked, leaning on the counter.

"Not really," The woman stretched her neck before getting back to the cooking. "I love this place. It's peaceful, the people are friendly and you can always find something to do if you know where to look." She grinned at the last part. "What about you?"

"Oh, I'm from London. My parents are retired in Australia, that's it, no good story there," Hermione chuckled sheepishly.

"So, I presume you're here on vacation?" The woman asked, tasting the sauce.

"More like forced vacation," Hermione rolled her eyes and before she could say anything else, she had the wooden spoon pushed at her face with the woman asking her to taste as well. "It's missing a little bit of oregano…and maybe basil?"

"You cook," It was not a question and was somewhat true. While Hermione was no chef, she did spend a lot of her free time in the kitchen. Mostly, it was to avoid going outside to mingle with people, but it did help refine her palette. "So, you're telling me that your boss forced you to take a vacation? What did you do to piss him off?"

"I didn't do anything," Hermione defended herself. "Except for working for 6 and half years without taking a vacation." She mumbled softly hoping it would not be heard.

"Talk about being married to the job," The woman laughed. "Actually, are you married? Not to the job I mean, I know the answer to that. Are you married to a human being?" The woman rambled her question which amused Hermione.

She's cute.

Cute? No, kittens are cute. She's bloody magnificent. The voice growled.

"No, I'm very single," Hermione ignored the voices. "How about you? Do you have a special someone in your life?"

Please say no, please say no, please say no…

"No," It was a short answer. And for some reason, Hermione felt like she should not push. "How long are you here for?" The woman asked softly.

"I leave the day after tomorrow," Hermione mumbled, feeling a hint of sadness washing over her for saying it.

"Have you at least enjoyed this thing that has been forced on you?" The woman's voice was filled with curiosity.

Hermione turned to look at the elegant face, flushed with heat, her teeth biting her bottom lip as she stirred the pot. "It's getting better." Hermione breathed out the words before she could stop herself.

The woman looked up and matched her gaze. And once again, Hermione could not breath nor did she dare break eye contact.

"I'm glad," The woman's voice was lower than Hermione had expected, making her lick her bottom lip involuntarily. "Well, this is pretty much done. Let's just let it cook a little longer." The woman quickly cleared her throat and turned away from Hermione. "Could you grab the plates from that cupboard? I need to go upstairs and grab something really quickly." She pointed and Hermione nodded silently.

Hermione watched the woman disappear out of the kitchen door, her gaze lingering on the fine rear-end once again.

Snap out of it!

Hmm, but its such a fine piece of arse, isn't it? The voice spoke.

Hermione groaned and headed to the cupboard, grabbing some plates and utensils before heading out of the kitchen to set up a table for them to sit at. After a few minutes, the woman came down with a bottle of wine and glasses telling Hermione that it would be blasphemous to not have wine with pasta. And soon, they were sitting at the table enjoying the pasta with garlic bread and salad that took only a few minutes for the woman to prepare. Hermione was impressed.

"…and I do not deny that, but I have no intention of willingly go into a place that has blood sucking, disgusting little leeches. Thank you very much," The woman scowled at Hermione's suggestion of visiting a waterfall.

"Okay fine, I won't make you go to such a place then," Hermione laughed and took a sip of her wine.

"So, what do you do?" The woman leaned back on her chair with her glass.

"What do I do as in…my job?" Hermione felt nervous when the woman nodded as her answer. "I work for the government."

"Oh," The woman nodded, more to herself than to what Hermione said.

"What? Too boring for you?" Hermione cocked her head.

"A little," The woman said with a grin. "For some reason, I saw you as the adventurous kind."

"You have no idea darling," She bit her lip involuntarily, making the woman raise a playful, but questioning eyebrow.

"I do get to travel a lot for work," Hermione straightened up in her chair and tried to sound a little less flirtatious. "Just because it is the government does not mean that it has to be boring." She winked with a smirk.

So much for not being flirtatious.

"So, you actually own the café?" She tried to divert the attention back to the woman.

"Yeah, my mother's friend left it to me before she passed away," The woman looked around the place pensively. "Though, I had been working here long before that."

"And this is what you always wanted to do?" Hermione asked.

"To own a café? No, but I love cooking and I do love this place," The woman shrugged. "If not this, I probably would have ended up as a teacher. But whenever I deal with youth groups in my mother's Church, I tell myself that I probably do not have the patience to deal with stubborn children."

Hermione nodded as she ran her eyes up and down the woman's body. "I can see it. You, as a teacher."

"Yeah? And what else do you see me as?" The woman asked, a coy smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, so many. It would take all night for me to list it all," As the words left her lips, Hermione wondered if she has had a bit too much wine.

Now now, we knew where you wanted this to head. Don't steer away now. The desperation in the voice was a little sickening.

"I have time," The woman leaned on top the table, her voice getting huskier which made chills run up Hermione's spine. She licked her lips, as if daring Hermione.

But Hermione just sat back, her legs crossed and wine glass in one hand with the other hand resting across her stomach. "Or I could just show you."

Whoa! Where is this confidence coming from?

The woman just stared, making Hermione wonder if she should run before getting slapped. There was a heavy silence in the air as both women stared into each other's eyes, time feeling like an eternity for Hermione. Just as she put the wine glass on the table and opened her mouth to apologise, the woman stood up and stepped in front of her. And with the next move, she put her arms around Hermione's neck and threw one of her never-ending legs over her lap to the other side of the chair, straddling the younger woman. Hermione didn't dare move.

"I'm waiting…" She leaned in with a seductive tone but then she frowned making Hermione wonder if the woman had sobered up really quickly and decided that this was a terrible idea. "I don't know your name!" She exclaimed.

Hermione was stunned. For a few seconds, they just stared at each other. And then they broke into laughter. It was true. They had talked about many things, including a heated debate on how the woman only looked 40 or younger when she was apparently 70. Hermione still did not believe that the woman was telling her the truth. How had they gotten to know one another, even if a little bit, without even thinking to ask each other's name?

"Hermione Granger," She said, finally moving her body to lean forward in the chair. She ran hands down the woman's sides and grabbing her by the hips to bring her closer. But instead of saying her name, the woman moaned and crashed her lips on Hermione's.

Now, Hermione had kissed before. Some of them were exceptionally good. But this, this was indescribable.

It was as if being lost in the sea for days under scorching heat and finally finding an oasis of fresh water.

It was as if she was tasting freedom after being kept in a dungeon for decades.

It felt like dying and going to heaven.

No...it felt like coming home.

The woman's arms around Hermione's neck tightened, one of her hands disappearing into Hermione's tamed, yet still bushy hair while her thighs tightened around Hermione's slim waist. And as their lips parted with a moan, Hermione wrapped her arms around the woman's slim waist and pressed their bodies together possessively. Their tongues danced with one another, breaths becoming shallow and heartbeats fastened with every moving second.

After what felt like mere minutes for them, they needed to breath forcing them to break the kiss. Foreheads touching, both women were breathing heavily, chest rising and falling as they tried to collect themselves.

"Minerva…Minerva McGonagall."

Well...that's how it starts. For anyone wondering, yes Minerva is OOC and it seems like things went there really fast but (as you may have already guessed), there's a reason...

I hope this was enjoyable. Thanks for reading. Stay safe!