A/N Typically I write oneshots because I don't have stamina. Although I know where this is going don't expect a quick update. I know this pairing isn't for everyone. If you don't think you can like it don't read it. I see Minerva as being younger than the movies showed. As noted on the summary there are a few warnings: futa, dub-con, and slight beast.
Disclaimer J.K. Rowling owns these charatcers.
Hermione Granger was in trouble. Hours ago, she and her friends were caught and taken to Malfoy manor. After Ron and Harry went to the dungeon, Hermione had spent awhile in the not so loving hands of Bellatrix LeStrange. She didn't know how long, as the Crucio curse had a way of taking one's mind off time. She did know that it hasn't yet been a day. Unless, of course, she had passed out for longer than she thought. Judging by the light trickling in from the dirty window across from her it was either sunset or sunrise. She had woken just moments ago to a completely different room than the one in which she had been tortured. Hermione tugged futilely on the chains that bound her hands and feet to the wall. Her pervious wounds made themselves known at the exertion of her muscles. Yes, Hermione Granger was in trouble.
Minerva McGonagall was in trouble. After Albus' death, she had chosen to remain at Hogwarts. She had known the board of Governors were under Voldemort's control when they made Severus Headmaster. She knew that she could go to the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix and fight the growing darkness. She also knew that in doing so she would leave all her young cubs both defenseless and leaderless in Voldemort's control. That was something Minerva could not bear to do. So she returned to Hogwarts were she made a heartening discovery. Severus Snape was a traitor. Minerva became his liaison to the Order, passing vital information to those who could do something about it. She played at her roles for months: professor, Hogwarts resistance leader, spy, courier, and loyal member of the Order. Though dangerous, it was a walk in the park compared to now. Somehow, she didn't know how, Voldemort had caught on to the fact that she was a part of the information leak he had in his midst. Using one of the new 'professors' at Hogwarts he'd had her drugged and chained. This was how she woke up in a room not her own, chained to the wall with a hell of a hangover and only one thought running around her mind. Minerva McGonagall was in trouble.
The locks groaned as they opened and in stepped Voldemort. His black robes billowed about him and his hands were empty. Minerva had no doubt that the evil wizard had his wand within easy reach. Nagini, his long snake familiar followed him inside the room. Her animagi senses allowed her to hear the shuffling footsteps of more death eaters out in the hallway. Voldemort grinned snakily at the older woman. "Professor," he drawled, "nice to see you again." Silently Minerva ground her teeth together. "Come now Professor, we can do this the hard way or the easy way and I, for one, have always respected your intellect."
"What do you want?" Minerva bit out. She knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to know who was working with her. The list of possible traitors to him was rather small but it included all of his most trusted death eaters.
"Don't play me for a fool!" He screamed, spittle striking her face. "Tell me who has betrayed me!"
Minerva starred calmly back into his enraged eyes. "To what are you referring?"
His fist lashed out to strike her in the cheek. The power in the blow sent her reeling into the wall and caused a small amount of blood to drip out of her mouth and nose. Voldemort raised a finger to her warningly. "I am quite aware, Professor McGonagall, that you were held in captivity and tortured by Grindewald himself for some days. I am also aware that your time there has made you… somewhat resistant to the most painful of unforgivable curses. Your will allows you a certain immunity to the Crucio curse. I do not want you dead and despite my vast power, I cannot invade your mind. All this, I suppose, makes you an excellent spy. You are not one to give up your secrets easily."
Minerva starred at the pale wizard while he calmly discussed what he knew of her. She was tempted to furrow her brow with the thoughts running through her head. Voldemort's words were truth however; she was trained better than that. Minerva McGonagall was a consummate spy. She had spent days being tortured by Grindewald, as was popularly known. Why she had been captured was not. Minerva had agreed to be bait in a trap. A trap that led to Grindewald's destruction.
"No, I know that the way to loosen your tongue is much more… subtle, than a simple curse." Voldemort smiled menacingly down at the chained witch. "What I have planned will shatter your very soul." Without another word he lifted his wand, flicked it at her chains, turned, and left the room. The magical manacles around Minerva's wrists followed him, dragging her along.
Hermione struggled against the chains ineffectively. It seemed odd to think it but she was getting bored. She was a smart witch, one who thrived on learning and thinking. A result of which was her impeccable spell work. Even on the run from an entire army worth of wizards and witches Hermione had read in excess of three books a day. It had been more than thirty-six hours since she had woken up in this empty room. At first, she was terrified and certain that her death was near. Understandable considering what had occurred before her arrival in this room. It was with no small amount of curiosity and questioning that she watched as they healed her wounds and feed her. Hermione had magical manacles around her wrists and a gag in her mouth. Ironic considering nearly all of the Hogwarts Professors had wished that gag for at least once in her school career. Her professors did appreciate her desire to learn but not all the questions she asked. Her captors just wanted her to shut up.
Hermione sighed huffily at the slightly dusty room and did the one thing that captives are never supposed to do. She wished that something would happen.
With a click, the door opened and in strode Voldemort, wand raised and lips tilted upward. Stumbling after him, dragger by her own set of magical manacles was Minvera McGonagall. Crowding after them were Bellatrix LeStrange and her husband, insane and menacing smiles adorning their faces. Hermione was vaguely aware that Bellatrix was carrying a potions bottle but her attention wasn't on her former tormentor. Her attention was on the blue green eyes of her former Professor.
"It's ingenious, really." Voldemort said, his smile shifting from snaky menace to egotistically pleased. "Bellatrix here had come across a particularly studious, mudblood, Gryffindor. I think we're all familiar with how much you like your cubs." He hissed the last word disdain clear in his voice. "I had thought to torture her in front of you Professor. I'm sure that would cause you no small amount of pain."
He flicked his wand towards the wall that Hermione stood chained to and Minerva soon joined her. Minerva tilted her chin up imperiously. "Do what you wish, I will not speak." She said her voice rigidly cool. Everyone noticed the slight tremble in her frame. Bellatrix grinned happily.
"No." Voldemort said. "I don't think I will. You see, I know that watching one of your precious cubs get hurt would hurt you. However, you are much too stubborn to let that break you. Bellatrix give me the potion." He commanded and with a smile, Bellatrix LeStrange opened the potion and nodded. With a wave of Voldemort's wand, Minerva's mouth opened and the entire bottle of bright blue liquid poured down her throat.
Voldemort lifted his wand again and Hermione found herself facing the wall. The young witch turned her head to watch the room and saw the bed moving and shifting until it had crawled between her and the wall, leaving her awkwardly bent over the bed at the waist, her bum facing the room. Hermione blushed slightly at the position she was in. She cast a quick glance beside her to see how her former Professor was faring with the potion in her system. Minerva had her eyes tightly closed and her face flushed but otherwise she seemed fine.
"You have an hour, at most, before the potion takes full effect Professor. That leaves you with one hour to decide if you would rather tell me who is betraying me or…" Voldemort paused to lick his lips, eagerness shone in the eyes of all the death eaters and their master. "Or if you would rather, rape you precious cub. Think quickly. We will return in fifty five minutes."
Hermione felt her jaw drop as black robes billowed out in parting and the room emptied. "Oh bloody hell." She mumbled to herself. The young witch cast a wary gaze to her former Professor.
Minerva smiled tightly at Hermione. "An ingenious plan, I must admit." Hermione furrowed her brow in confusion and seeing it, the older witch smiled a little wider. She had no doubt that Hermione Granger was smart enough to figure out what was happening on her own. Minerva did doubt, however, that it was wise to leave the younger witch in the dark. "The potion, which you may be familiar with, is a type of lust potion."
Hermione's jaw dropped further. "You mean…" she began to ask but the thoughts running through her mind stilled her tongue.
"Not quite, Ms. Granger. As you no doubt remember, most lust potions require some degree of initial lust to build upon and a variety of ingredients that are cost prohibitive. This particular type of lust potion is effective on only a few people. Animagi. Human lust is a difficult emotion to direct. Animal lust is much more easily manipulated. Lust is one of the perils of animagus training. As a cat experiences a heat cycle so too does a cat animagus. The potion forces my animagus into a heightened heat cycle."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at her former Professor. "While I'm glad for the information I have just one question. How is any of that reassuring?"
Minerva chuckled gently. "Like a true cat I will only seek out a compatible mate."
Hermione blinked at the older witch. "A cat?"
The older witch giggled softly. "Not quite. A human but only one who, at the least, smells sexually excited and is of a compatible gender for procreation. I hope that is more reassuring?" Minerva arched an eyebrow at Hermione.
The younger witch smiled back. "Immensely."
Over the next fifty minutes, Hermione watched, as Minerva slowly got worse. The older witch had looked a little flushed and out of sorts to begin with. Now she was sweating heavily and breathing with panting gasps. She had also curled up into herself protectively. They had conversed for a while until the act of speaking became noticeably difficult for the older woman. Hermione was deeply concerned.
The door opened with a swish of air, drawing Hermione's attention away from the visibly hurting older witch. "I see the potion is as effective as promised." Voldemort commented upon seeing Minerva huddled up in the corner. "Severus promised me that it would drive any animagus mad with the desire to mate. You see Professor; I thought to make your choice easier. You can refuse to tell me but you cannot resist the potion. The more you do the more the animal inside of you will take over, until eventually; there is no more Minerva McGonagall. It's almost poetic justice. You use your animagus body with your human mind now your animagus mind will use your body. But you can stop the pain of losing yourself." Voldemort spoke almost gently. "Tell me what I want to know and I will make sure that your mind is kept sane."
Minerva lifted her head from her lap and growled wordlessly at the dark lord. Hermione's eyes widened at the cat pupils and fangs on display. The young witch realized a number of very important facts at that moment. Minerva McGonagall would lose herself if the potion kept working on her. The potion would keep working on Minerva unless she told Voldemort why his plan wasn't working. Voldemort's plan working on Minerva would mean Minerva working on Hermione. Most importantly, Hermione did not want Minerva to lose herself. Even if it meant taking choice away from the elegant witch, going against her wishes and virtually raping her.
In that moment of realization, Hermione Granger made a choice she knew would haunt her for the rest of her life. She chose to take Minerva McGonagall's choice away. She swallowed nervously. "It won't work." The young witch said as calmly as she could. "She won't do anything about her lust. The potion you gave isn't enough."
"Nur-no!" Minerva growled. The concentration needed to speak visibly straining her. "Heermerne!"
Voldemort directed his complete attention to the mudblood. "Please, continue." He said softly.
Hermione licked her lips nervously and glanced into soulful blue green silted eyes. "Forgive me." She whispered quietly to witch she had always looked up to and admired. Hermione turned her attention to Voldemort. "The whole purpose of heat is to breed. An animagus in heat will only go after someone who smells right. Someone who smells like they are also in heat. So they will only mate with someone when the there is a chance of conception. If there is no one acceptable she'll just-" Hermione's breath caught at the thought. "She'll just become insane and you won't get your answers."
Voldemort measured the words and emotions of the young witch before him. Turning to his followers, he grinned maniacally. "This is what caring and compassion does to a person. Shall we go visit Severus?" With the same grin on his face, he left the room to the two witches. A single teardrop fell from Minerva McGonagall's eye.
Voldemort returned quickly. Hermione might have said too quickly if it wasn't for the fact that Minerva had gotten even worse in the time he was away. Her breaths were shallow and reedy. Her muscles spasmed for no reason nearly constantly. Her skin was pale white and dry, no longer flushed with heat. Hermione watched anxiously as another potion, this one pale green, was force feed to the older witch. She absently drank the potion offered up to her. The change in Minerva was instantaneous. Her spasms stopped and her breathing deepened.
"That was quite a clever little plot Professor. Sacrifice your sanity to prevent yourself from speaking or hurting one of your cubs. Quite clever indeed. Now, show me who has betrayed me and I will ensure that no harm comes to the little mudblood. Refuse, and I will strip you both naked and leave her chained to the bed. Choose." Voldemort said, his voice starting calm and ending with palpable anger lacing it.
Minerva growled at the evil wizard, her thoughts full of revenge… and Hermione. The scent of the young witch was intoxicating. So much so, that she ignored Voldemort's next speech. The animagus breathed deeply, inhaling the scent. She focused silted eyes upon the younger witch. The lush young woman bent over the bed, chain to the far wall by both her wrists and ankles. Magically the young witch's clothes fell away, leaving her bare to the staring green eyes. Blood rose in the young woman's face at her embarrassment. Blood rose in the older woman's face at the enhanced smell. It was heavenly.
Distractedly, Minerva shed her own cloths, not even noticing that her shackles lay about her feet and that other than Hermione the room was empty. Her elongated nails ripped open the formal robes that she wore about Hogwarts with ease. Dropping to all fours, she stalked towards the stationary young woman. A strange swaying between her legs caught her attention and she looked down her stomach. The purpose of the green potion stood proudly between her legs. Her penis fully engorged with desire, ready to claim her mate. She purred deeply at the thought of mating with the young brunette.
Hermione looked over her shoulder, head at an awkward angle, trying to keep Minerva in her sights. The older woman was stripping, her lean body flexed with firm muscles. Hermione saw the erect penis when Minerva stripped. It looked larger than it should. Hermione didn't think that something so large could fit in her virgin vagina. I haven't even really masturbated before. The young witch thought nervously. I've just rubbed my clit a little. I was too nervous to stick anything inside. She whimpered quietly.
Minerva's nostrils flared as she took in the sweet scent from the witch in front of her. Her tongue flicked out to taste the air. Her soon to be mate whimpered quietly, encouraging her to continue no doubt. Minerva stalked up behind the young woman, following her nose to the sweet smell of arousal.
Hermione jumped when she felt Minerva's nose between her legs. A long wet tongue licked her pussy from clitoris to opening. The young witch exhaled at the surprising feeling. The tongue licking her between her legs was slightly rough, catching on her smooth skin, much like a cat's tongue. Minerva licked at the cream in front of her again, enjoying the little twitches of her mate. Hermione bit her lip as Minerva took another swipe, easily pushing her tongue past Hermione's protective labia. The younger witch closed her eyes tightly as Minerva licked again. She'd been prepared for this to feel bad, but if felt oh so good.
Minerva gently licked her mate, preparing the younger woman for mounting. She knew that mounting could hurt if her mate was not prepared and she did not want to hurt the soon to be mother of her child. She licked her tongue in long strokes along the outside of Hermione's pussy. Minerva enjoyed the earthy taste of her mate. She flicked her tongue over the little nub of pleasure before surprising Hermione further by gently sucking her clitoris into her mouth.
Hermione squeaked at the unexpected suckle. She blushed as she felt a wash of wet fluid dripping out of her center. The young witch had never felt such sexual pleasure before. This pleasure was intense and intimate. The thought that Minerva was licking her cunt in broad daylight added another layer to her excitement. Hermione buried her head in the bed covers and blushed as she slowly spread her legs wider, allowing Minerva greater access to her nether regions. The cat like woman wasted no time in taking advantage of the greater access. Her long tongue broadened and applied itself with renewed vigour. Hermione moaned in pleasure.
Minerva licked the pussy before her one last time. She ignored the wet liquid staining her chin and raised her hands from the floor to the bed beside Hermione's waist. With a smooth, cat-like grace, she settled on top of the lush young woman. She burrowed her still wet chin into the nape of Hermione's neck and purred happily. Her chest rested lightly on Hermione's back, her hard nipples stating her pleasure. Minerva felt her mate's tensed muscles relax slightly. She pushed her hips forward in a gentle, seeking manner. The tip of Minerva's penis bumped against Hermione's thigh, startling her. Minerva purred louder into her mate's ear.
Hermione felt the large appendage bumping against her, slowly moving closer to her vagina. Underneath the older woman, she shifted uneasily, part of her unable to believe what was going to happen. She felt the tip of Minerva's penis bump gently against her vulnerable vaginal lips. Minerva rubbed her cheek lovingly against her mate. She pulled her hips away from her mate and pushed forward with more strength than before. Hermione gasped loudly as she felt the head of Minerva's penis enter her. The feeling was unlike any she could have imagined. She felt stretched and full and empty all at once. Above her Minerva rocked her hips forward and back, slowly working more of her penis inside Hermione's tight vagina. In moments, Hermione's hymen blocked Minerva's gentle forward thrust.
Minerva purred happily into her mate's neck, tickling the younger woman. The older woman was extremely pleased to know that she would be her mate's first. No other had been inside her mate. Minerva pulled her penis out, slowly emptying Hermione. Hermione whimpered at the feeling of emptiness inside of her, wiggling enticingly and unconsciously trying to hold onto Minerva's penis. Minerva licked her mate gently on the back and neck, purring softly. At the end of one gentle lick, she buried her fangs in the nape of Hermione's neck at the same time she buried her turgid penis deep inside of Hermione's vagina. Minerva took the young witch's virginity in one hard thrust.
Hermione screamed in shock and pain. She had not expected Minerva to bite her. Hermione pushed her arms against the bed, struggling to get up, to push Minerva off her. The older woman draped her body limply across her young mate, using her weight to keep the young woman still. Hermione elbowed Minerva as hard as she could in the ribs. Her shackled wrists prevented her from doing real damage. "You bit me!" Hermione accused, her body rocking from side to side and her legs kicking ineffectively. After one rather enthusiastic attempt to kick Minerva, she heard the other woman moan into her ear. Hermione tried again, this time paying more attention to her body, and felt Minerva's penis shift inside of her with the movement. The young woman blushed brightly, realizing that Minerva's cock was buried so deep inside her own body that her struggles would have squeezed her sheath around the older witch's penis.
Minerva swallowed, fighting the urge to take her mate hard and fast. She was buried hilt deep inside her young mate and wanted desperately to thrust her way to heaven. The witch also wanted her mate to join her. She rode atop the younger woman as she shifted and struggled, no doubt adapting to the new sensation. When the lush young woman stilled Minerva gently licked at the mating bite. They were bound now. Minerva had claimed her mate by blood rights. Now she would plant a seed inside her mate's fertile womb. Minerva pulled her cock out of Hermione, waiting until only her head was touching the young witch before sinking her cock back into her mate. Hermione squeaked at the thrust. Minerva moaned at the feeling of flesh sliding against flesh. The older witch leaned back again, smooth muscles flexing, pulling herself from her mate. She thrust her cock back into Hermione's vagina. Minerva panted into Hermione's ear, her hot breath tickling the girl even as she pulled out once more.
Hermione groaned, startling herself, as Minerva slowly sunk back into her. The feeling of Minerva's penis moving inside her was indescribable. Minerva's hands slide up her back from her waist and down her arms. Her hands gently cradled Hermione's and her claws dug into the bed for leverage. Minerva pulled back and then, more powerfully and quicker than before, thrust into Hermione. "Oh god," Hermione whimpered at the feeling. "You're so deep inside me." She said softly, her body still adjusting to the feel of Minerva inside her. Above her Minerva groaned huskily, her constant purring adding to the sensation Hermione felt. Hermione grunted as Minerva thrust her cock more powerfully into her. As Minerva continued her rhythm, Hermione spread her legs more allowing deeper penetration.
Minerva yowled softly as she increased her pace yet again. A fine line of hair sprouted down her naked spine. Enhanced animagus muscles worked desperately. Minerva thrust her cock and in and out of Hermione, feeling the occasional give of her cervix. She panted above her former student, fire and need coiling in her belly. Her back claws dug into the floor to give her thrusts added strength. Hermione moaned beneath the animagus claiming her. Minerva's large cock was filling her in ways she could not have dreamed. The older woman's powerful thrusts were literally banging the bed into the wall. "Oh please," Hermione moaned desperately, "please, please, please." She wasn't sure what she was begging for, only that Minerva would give it to her. Hermione was pushed forward on the bed with the power of Minerva's thrusts. The older witch would withdraw then impatiently pull Hermione back onto her cock as she thrust forward. Minerva yowled her agreement and began moving even quicker, even deeper. "Oh, yes, Minerva, please." Hermoine pleaded.
With a low growl of impatience, Minerva bit Hermione again, holding the smaller woman still against her beastly onslot. Hermione moaned happily at the bite and thrust her ass back into the older woman, wordlessly begging to be claimed. Minerva felt her penis swell, ready to deliver her seed into her mate's womb. With a final scream of victory, Minerva hunched her back and shoved her entire length into Hermione. Hermione moaned with joy, feeling her muscles eagerly pull at the invader as her own orgasm began. Minerva bared her fangs, head thrown back, as she released her sperm into the young witch. She pushed forward with her hips, pressing Hermione firmly to the bed, as another shot of seed released. She quickly pulled back and thrust again, and again, each time releasing more of herself into her mate.
Hermione collapsed onto the bed, not even aware until she did that she had been pushing off it and into Minerva. Minerva collapsed upon Hermione, spent and stated. Her gentle purring lulled both tired witches to sleep, still entwined. Minerva still buried deep inside her mate, preventing her seed from leaking back out.