"See love, Minerva agrees with me. And I remember you always adhering to what she says."
Hermione is now convinced that she has enough justification to kill Harry. But Merlin finally heard her and gave the rescue she had asked; Ron arrived back and unknowingly interfered.
Year 2000 | 3rd Seventh of May
Chapter 5
A little later | Indulgence, Evidence & the Third One
Moments after Ron appeared at their table; Gil Williams, Kingsley's chief of staff apologetically told the Headmistress that the Minister requested for her, as it is time for 'that' matter they talked about.
Harry kissed the woman's one hand, and muttered about the woman working too hard— on a Sunday, on a luncheon.
"It's a brief meeting Harry. But in case you've left before the meeting adjourned, how about you visit me at Hogwarts tomorrow night?"
Hermione heard Minerva appeased Harry and somehow understood that the woman had set aside extra attention for him, and it is not just because the two have become more familial than ever. It is largely due to the fact that it is that time of the year, where everyone is much cognizant of the last war and thus the ugly loses caused by it…
Her best friend responded quite satisfied and Hermione irrational got jealous at the fact that Harry could and he just did issue a visiting date with the woman at Hogwarts. She also realized that while Harry was talking, emerald colored eyes sought hers, but it was too brief and too guarded for obviously that's all they both can afford… Then the woman was off to be the person she needed to be— Minerva McGonagall, unanimously referred by their kind as the principal witch currently affecting their world.
For another quarter of an hour, Hermione stayed a bit before she decided to leave the luncheon; convinced that it was unlikely to talk to 'Minerva' again. Sure the woman may return from their meeting but it would be 'The Headmistress'. She sighed internally and trumped down the longing of her heart…
"Harry, Ron, see you at the Burrow later?"
"You're going home?" asked Ron.
"Will make one swept check at my office then will head home for a bit of a rest before dinner at the Burrow. "
"Ginny will go there directly from here. But I'm also going home first. Do you want me to stop by at your flat so we can go to the Burrow together?"
Hermione knew that Harry is also checking on her with the war anniversary and all the revelations they shared just last year around this time. She gave him an assuring smile, "It's okay Harry. I'll just see you at the Burrow."
"Okay, Mione… But don't work anymore. Go directly home, you could use a rest. I know you've been pulling impossible hours again at work." Harry responded in gentle reproach.
"Just a swept check Harry, I promised." Hermione kissed him on the cheek good bye and when she also gave Ron a kiss she heard Harry's jest.
"Maybe we should stop public display of friendship so your admirers will not be baffled about us?
"Admirers? Who? Baffled on what?" Ron's perplexed question made Harry laughed.
Hermione gave Harry a glare, "It's nonsense Ron. Harry's nonsense!"
Harry laughed more, "I'll tell you later mate." And her best friends kissed her goodbye.
Hermione left her best friends with exasperated sigh and a light smack at Harry's upper arm. When she reached her office and saw several missives at her in-tray, she convinced herself that dealing with a couple of them can still be considered a swept check, as she promised Harry.
Half an hour later, Hermione's chocolate colored eyes is scanning over the details she is reading from the parchment set on her office desk, at the same time she is consuming with outmost relish the vanilla flavored ice cream that Minerva gave her earlier at the luncheon, yes not directly, but via Hogwarts elf. Nonetheless, it doesn't negate the fact that the woman had made preparations for her to have it.
Another savored scoop and Hermione found that she just finished the cup. Her eyes left her readings and checked that definitely she had finished the cup. She set it on her table and sighed at how much she literally indulged today.
"Good?"
Hermione grinned before her head directed towards the source of such question.
"Want more?"
Another question and Hermione thought that the question sounded in her head of how it was about something else…
"Not just good, but the best vanilla ice cream— one I don't think I could get enough." She answered for both questions... Including the one she imagined that was asked...
Hermione set aside the parchment she was reading and leaned back in her chair to properly observe her favorite witch with impossible emerald eyes. The woman is currently standing just inside the door, one shoulder leaning against the frame with arms loosely dropped.
"Is the luncheon upstairs over?"
"Not quite. People are still indulging at the ballroom."
"And the Headmistress…? She had enough of indulgence?"
"Is the Headmistress ever allowed of any indulgence?
The energy wavering in the air just behind Minerva caught Hermione's attention. The witch had casted a silencing charm. And with its optical attribute, it was most likely paired with screening charm. It meant that anyone beyond it could only see an empty office and hear nothing.
How can she cast a screening charm inside the Ministry building?
Sure, silencing charms can be casted inside the building, employees are generally just required to get clearance and it's no surprise that Minerva has one, even if the woman is officially not an employee. However, 'anti-screening charms' are laced almost within the entire building and heavily connected with its founding wards. Yet, Minerva clearly has no problem casting one. Hermione marvelled at Minerva's counteracting magic.
Likewise, Hermione internally smiled at Minerva's automatic meticulousness. And she bit her lips at its implication... The person who had arrived at her office is not the Headmistress, but Minerva, just Minerva.
They silently stared at each other for few minutes and Hermione realized that green eyes are without the damn walls…
"Hello Minerva." Hermione tested her supposition and her observation.
"Hello Hermione." Minerva understood her addressing.
For few more minutes they further stared at each other… Watching and observing and heavily testing their interaction at the moment...
Then Hermione went forth— "Do you want to indulge Minerva?"
A pause, and then a single nod came from the older woman in response. Hermione stood and magically sent the missive she was working on back to its filing cabinet behind her seat. When she turned back around to face Minerva, the woman was just moving into her space. She was about to ask her if they would just meet outside, as clearly walking out together is not an option when Minerva took hold of her arms and whispered, "Hold tight darling."
"You can disapparate from the Ministry!" Hermione gasped as soon as their feet landed. "How?" She asked plainly in surprise. And somehow, it registered into her consciousness that Minerva had taken them to her parent's old house in London, where Hermione brought them exactly last year after urging Minerva to leave Hogwarts with her.
"Don't tell anyone." Minerva answered into her ear and then she felt one hand snaked into her waist as they moved towards the back door and entered the house.
"I only know Kingsley is allowed to do that. But he has limitation on where to disapparate from the Ministry premises. And only after he would access the wards and shift them, which he could— being the Minister. And I could guess that only handful of people even know about such."
Hermione's brain is battling between curiosity and excitement. The way Minerva's arm had wrapped her is a dead give-away of what the woman is expressing as her intent. That they left not just to indulge for a private chat... However, her natural curiousness on the woman's power is bringing the nerd in her.
"So how can you shift the wards? Officially, you are not even a Ministry employee? How do you that? Wards are form of bond with the integral core of magical entity. Is this one of those you helped set mere days after the Hogwarts battle?"
"The ever- curious brilliant brain... Thoroughly attractive."
"You're attracted to my brain?"
"To you Hermione. I thought it was obvious."
"The only obvious thing about you is that nothing is obvious about you. Everything is multi-layered with anonymity."
Minerva chuckled and then whispered to her face, "Take me to bed Hermione. Is that clear enough?"
Hermione bit her lower lip as spike of arousal ran down her spine that she almost stumbled. As they speak, she is fully aware of how they are making their way upstairs to her bedroom to do exactly what Minerva has implied.
And oh yes, the glassy darker emeralds are plainly telling her of how the woman wants her right now. And frankly, she wants the woman as much... But as much as she is tempted to get down on her knees and push away Minerva's robes to immediately have the woman, she realized how equally she craves to extend this bantering with Minerva, especially when the woman is indulging her by giving answers unreservedly. And so Hermione did…
"Isn't four in the afternoon too early to sleep?" Hermione teased.
"Shocking how the brightest witch is currently scarce on comprehension." Minerva teased back without missing a beat. "Where is the heralded brilliant lady that is so popular these days with admirers at every turn? Especially with those blasted Quidditch players..."
"Oh I don't know about her… But this one—" Hermione pointed to herself, "This one who is supposed to have a golden brain is always faltering whenever with present company…" Hermione said with somewhat serious expression but deep inside she was electrified when she thought she had caught a jealous ping from Minerva's remarks on such Quidditch players.
"I highly doubt the golden brain is capable of faltering..."
"It's nothing but true… as present company is this magnificent witch who could render anyone into paralyzing state, particularly the supposed golden brain…"
"Surely that is of grievous fallacy."
"Surely we could do a comprehensive assessment of evidence…"
"Evidence of nonsense I say…"
Hermione held her smile at Minerva's super dry tone laced with impatience. She kept her serious expression but suddenly drew her arms around Minerva's neck just after they shut her bedroom door behind them where she had gently pushed Minerva against it... She maintained her severity and withheld her smile, even when strong arms enveloped her waist. She has every intention to prolong her teasing of Minerva.
"Submitting evidence A… " Hermione started with such firm tone that had Minerva cocked her head in question of what she is blabbering about.
Without taking her eyes off emeralds, she whispered a spell that freed raven silky hair from its confining bun.
"Many times, all this golden brain could recall is how such luxurious hair looks and feels against one's fingers running through them…"
Minerva's eyes involuntarily closed as Hermione ran her fingers in them that she started from the older woman's nape. She repeated the stroke two more times and despite her best effort to play strict with her evidence exhibition, she could not help herself but placed a soft kiss on thin lips. The action had Minerva opened her eyes, and after a beat, she leaned forward to clearly have more kissing. But Hermione decided to continue with her teasing and made some space between them.
"Evidence B…" She continued, which earned her a perfect raised brow after emeralds mock glared at her. A chuckle escaped Hermione but she quickly schooled back her features with seriousness.
"Evidence marked B, is that no matter how impeccable de-glamour charm had been casted, this golden brain could not un-see the true, raw and beautiful face of such present company."
Hermione watched emerald eyes expressed fleeting disbelief, then a bit of wonder, and then apparent acceptance of her pronouncement. Her own heart constricted at the utmost pleasure that eventually settled on Minerva's face.
"Please?" Hermione heard Minerva softly asked and she understood that the older witch requested her to take down the mentioned charm. It was not lost on Hermione that the request is actually a grant from Minerva on stripping the older woman's mask. She skillfully did so and after she dropped her wand, her hand gently palmed the raw, revealed face of Minerva.
"I know I just said how I cannot un-see this—" Hermione took a deep breath before she continued, "And yet, you still take my breath away when you let me see you this way."
In response, Minerva let out a truest smile. In effect, Hermione observed that it amplified the beauty in front of her. For the second time, she could not help herself— she placed a soft kiss on Minerva's lips. But again stepped back afterwards.
"Evidence marked C—" she continued, and this time she earned a chuckle from Minerva that midway turned deep when she decided to direct her hands to the first button of the older woman's simple dress-robes. She started undoing the buttons one after the other as she teased Minerva…
"This golden brain cannot comprehend how on earth were you able to hide this amazing body? And more importantly— why?"
Hermione knows that emeralds are boring into her after she dropped the materials away that left Minerva in her inner thin slip. She then went low and manually unlaced the witch's boots and altogether got them off. When she stood back up and feasted her brown eyes on such body, she had to gather her wits as the need to ravish the woman began. But somehow, moments with Minerva wherein she can tell the woman her uncensored thoughts are equally precious to her, and she chose to take the whole course of it.
"I'm glad you are not perilously thin anymore. I was afraid you'll get sick with all your skipping of meals because you're always working." Hermione honestly stated her concerns in reference with the woman's too thin body that she had held the last time they were together.
"One brilliant witch wanted me to dine properly. And I didn't want her to worry about it…"
Minerva's response thoroughly brought Hermione's heart to erupt in happiness… In her mind, unspoken two short words of 'For You', is the full meaning of what the woman just said.
"Because for certain, a Mr. Longbottom is unsuspectingly serving information regarding my dinning attendance at the great hall to one wizard who is also somehow 'sharing' such 'report' to his best friend. And this best friend is actually this brilliant witch I promised that I would try better…"
Hermione could not contain her gladness and likewise laughed at Minerva's entire disclosure. Truthfully, such exact thoughts just paraded her mind… That the Headmistress is no longer absent during dinner at the great hall whenever the woman is in the castle… and indeed she had learned it from Harry who learned it from Neville...
"But good heavens Minerva, just one year of proper dining and… and... is this really how amazing your body is when not battling with war…?" Hermione ran her eyes again over Minerva and another thought popped into her head and she made a segway… "Did you not join Montrose Magpies because while thick oppressive robes can easily hide this amazing body, Quidditch uniform would definitely parade it?"
Amused but laced with stunned expression appeared on Minerva's face before a retort was issued, "Albus didn't allow me—"
"Oh please, I am certain that not even Albus Dumbledore can stop 16 year-old Minerva McGonagall from anything if she really, really wants to do it."
The corner of Minerva's mouth twitched and Hermione knew that what she had driven is spot on.
"So even at 16 you already hated attention in general? To be the youngest professional Quidditch player would not escape such attention for certain! And imagine the countless fans who would gawk at the beautiful face and incredible body of said Quidditch player…"
Internal debate of whether she would be glad that Minerva detest attention but somewhat accepted hers, or be sad that Minerva is really that suffocatingly private, attempted to discharge for examination but Hermione quenched this particular thought. Instead, she proceeded to sit on the side of the bed to take her own boots and continued to prod Minerva on her dismissal of her once professional Quidditch offer.
"Dumbledore didn't really disallow you to play professional Quidditch, right?" She asked lightly after she had set her shoes aside. When she looked back up at the enticing half naked woman just few feet away from her, another shudder ran through her spine. Quite unconsciously, she also started undoing the top button of her own dress robes.
"No. He was ecstatic that Magpipes recruited me…" responded Minerva who went to sit beside her and took over in undressing her. "Albus was convinced that it was opportune that I get an avenue at such age to dispense my 'unspent' passion before I delved into serious career choices as he knew I was aiming to get masteries and work at MLE after Hogwarts."
The hairs on Hermione's skin started to rise with Minerva's hands slowly undressing her. At this point, she is already having a hard time maintaining the conversation, but she knew she is learning unknown facts about the woman and she didn't want to squander the chance.
"Then why—" Hermione interrupted her own question because like as always, her quick brain made the connection. "Oh you had Dumbledore say to them that he wanted you to finish Hogwarts first. You didn't want people to know that you were rejecting a 'golden' opportunity to play professional Quidditch. You are more interested—" she gasped before she concluded, "Oh you loved academics more but didn't want anyone to know that, so you made the rejection as Dumbledore's doing!"
"Albus didn't mind…"
"Did he actually become your legal guardian before you reach age?"
"We are really talking about this while undressing?"
"Yes, I am curious. So, did he legally have a hold on you that time when your cousin was still not located?"
"No… But we knew people assumed so, and we never corrected any."
"How was that not challenged…? No, scratch that. Of course he was Albus Dumbledore! Who would challenge the wizard?"
"Precisely… And while my fellow teammates at Hogwarts were threatened by our Head House—Albus, to keep good school marks or else be taken out of the team, he promised slash threatened me that he'll throw our unspoken cover and let me deal with Montrose if I don't stop reading all the time and start actually having fun… Like playing Quidditch not just during the games but play more for the fun of it."
Hermione laughed at Minerva's revelation. She could just picture Minerva grudgingly discarding Hogwarts' library and heading to the ground to play Quidditch for the Gryffindors.
"Oh poor you! Not allowed to study, but forced to have fun." Hermione teased and Minerva dived at her and they rolled into the bed playfully. Her heart beats faster not just from laughter but also from their current engagements where Minerva has now pinned her down on the bed, with only her bodice and Minerva's slip preventing their naked bodies from direct contact."
"I was actually enjoying playing Quidditch, I was not enjoying the attention." Minerva said in mock indignant and then actually tickled Hermione's sides.
"No-no-no! You're exposed, Miss-McGonagall-who-would-not-put-her-books-down! Oh I would beat all my galleons that you are the only one who rather stay studying at Hogwarts than play professional Quidditch if given the offer!"
Hermione's laugher is resounding in her bedroom. Then she remembered her earlier insane thought of asking Harry to teach her to play Quidditch and that seemed to add to her laughter. Still laughing hard, she somehow told Minerva of it. Of how she thought that Harry would at first be very excited to teach her and then probably kill her after few sessions in frustrations at her.
"That's part of my Evidence—" still teasing Minerva she continued her earlier jabs and in between chuckles she said, "My brain loses its ability to filter things it aspires. Minerva Mcgonagall compels this supposedly golden brain to want to do something I am bloody likely to die doing— like learn to play brilliant Quidditch!"
In response, Minerva's lips crashed on hers and her joyful laughter was interrupted. Naturally, Hermione could do nothing else but respond with fervor…
When they parted for a needed breath, she removed Minerva's undergarments and then assuredly pushed the woman into her back and followed to straddle her. Subsequently, she maneuvered to discard the rest of her own clothes and instinctively closed her eyes when Minerva's one hand reached up and lightly massaged her breast.
"Darling… Mione, you're so beautiful…" Hermione heard Minerva's deep brogue, and when she opened her eyes, she found emerald eyes intensely focused on her face. In answer, she wanted to tell the woman that she could happily drown in such impossible emerald eyes. But Hermione words already caught in her throat from the powerful sensation coursing through her. And all together got lost when Minerva pulled her down and have their lips passionately engaged…
Hermione's impeccable memory of what Minerva likes, and how the woman likes them, plus her own body seem to have learned how to bring more pleasure to the woman, resulted into having Minerva moan in such volume unlike their previous times…
Along with the moans, Gaelic words are intertwining with them that Hermione is scrambling to collect and file them into her brain so she could translate them later. Fleetingly, Hermione promised herself to learn the language and firmly clasped Minerva's hip with one hand to have her mouth suck harder on the woman's bud, while her other hand has the two fingers busy with their assured entering and withdrawing movements.
Hermione herself could feel warm all over and definitely fully aroused at just the fact that Minerva has her legs confidently opened to her, but when her turned whiskey colored eyes stole a glance upward, she almost came herself at the sight.
Minerva's right hand is on one of her own breast clenching it and the uncovered one has its nipple exposing its hard rock state. The other hand is stretched overhead clenching somehow the sheets and thoroughly showing the woman's wonderful tighten arm. But most of all, the expression on Minerva's face is one Hermione would forever treasure, the woman is utterly in rapture. That led Hermione's ministrations more resolute and she poured all the love she could into it… and not long, they delivered Minerva off the edge.
Delicately, Hermione cleaned Minerva including her fingers that she gently pulled out, which were coated with the woman's essence after she let Minerva rode her climax as long as she could. She started softly kissing her way up as she let the woman recover. When she had climbed back and their eyes finally locked, Hermione finally voiced her earlier thoughts.
"I could definitely drown in your eyes when you look at me like that Minerva…"
"Thusa a-mhàin…"
Hermione heard Minerva's murmured Gaelic words and before her brain could catch up to ask what it means, Minerva flipped their places and had her pinned underneath. The woman began kissing, nipping, and licking her body and the question vanished in her mind with pure sensation dominating her being.
At some point when Minerva released the breast she was feasting on with clear direction to go south and ultimately bring her off the edge, Hermione found herself halting the older woman's movement by embracing her tight and then whispered, "Not that…"
Minerva travelled back up and kissed Hermione's lips before she softly asked, "You don't want me tasting you?"
"I do... But not now..."
"Then darling, what do you want?"
"You… inside… I want… I need you inside Minerva…"
Hermione felt Minerva's hand traveled down her body in answer to her want… But then she halted the fingers from entering and instead brought them up to her mouth, kissed them and it somewhat told Minerva that it is also not what she has in mind…
"Alright, tell me what you truly want" slightly amused Minerva asked while she rubbed their noses in caress. In such beautiful face is a clear curiosity of what Hermione wants… and how it was trying to figure out what it is…
"You… inside…" Hermione repeated her earlier words, pressed her hand on Minerva's backside that brought two cores closer but her other hand summoned a vine dragon heartstring— her wand and passed it to Minerva. "You are the Transfiguration Master of all…"
Amusement gone and emerald eyes turned into dark glassy ones of apparent wild lust, moreover such was evident in thick-laced Scottish voice that sounded in response, "Are ye sure darling?"
"Yes. Please?"
For several long moments none of them move nor say anything more. When it stretched further and Minerva seemed to be in frozen state, doubt crept into Hermione. As much as she really wants to be with Minerva is such way, which she didn't even know how the thought came to her, she would not have it unless the woman is certain that she wants it as well. She conveyed it so…
"But Minerva…only if you want to…"
"I do Hermione…"
"Only if you are as certain as I am…"
"I am… Fuck, I do want it with you…"
Hermione shuddered on the manner in which Minerva had confirmed her want… She could not be more aroused now with the obvious lust in Minerva's words… She watched the woman moved away for a little space and watched her made a complicated incantation… And Hermione for sure was in awe at Minerva's graceful proficiency in transfiguration…
A wand dropped into the floor and Minerva's ragged intake of breath brought Hermione into complete realization of the heavy significance of their intentions. Also, at the tight-shut eyes of Minerva, she asked in concern, "Are you okay?"
"Yes…" Breathless answer from Minerva ignited doubt in Hermione's guts but it quickly became of utter exhilaration with the rest of what the woman said. "I just— I have only done this during that practical exercise when I was studying for the mastery exam. I forgot about the immense sensation it creates…"
Minerva had not done this with anyone else.
Hermione's pulse shot quicker at the revelation that Minerva has never shared this act with anyone.
Both of them have never.
"Darling…" Minerva whispered into her face after giving her a kiss. Eyes grievously boring at each other, the woman pushed entry into Hermione.
The sharp stretching pain had Hermione gasped. Her body demanded an adjustment since Minerva's transfigured part is incomparable in size to what she had with Minerva's fingers from their previous encounters… more so against her own fingers when she pleasures herself… Attentively, Minerva had stilled any moments and Hermione's memory pulled their ever first time; she wondered if the same recollection is happening with the older woman…
Then moments later, Hermione spoke and she herself was astonished with her very low voice, "Move darling… please…"
Minerva withdrew and then pushed in the entire length for the first time that had them moan loudly together. Hermione gripped Minerva's lower back and they both started that dance as old as time…
Their present movements had Hermione's body quivered like never before… Unable to keep her eyes open, she let herself be reduced with no other thoughts but of the woman in her arms— of the woman she is absolutely in love with— Minerva…
I love you Minerva.
The truest declaration in Hermione's heart swirled in Hermione's mind as thoughts and powerful feelings of making love with Minerva drenched her…
Of loving Minerva with her body… of loving Minerva with her mind… of loving Minerva with her soul… of loving Minerva with all her heart… of loving Minerva with every fiber of her being…
Hermione felt the build to that precipice…
"I love you Minerva."
And the blinding light consumed her…
When the explosion started to ease and Hermione's mind finally caught up to the here and now, of how Minerva had ceased movement, she opened her eyes and met aroused, conflicted, and loving emeralds… and fighting such— fear…
Then it hit Hermione that the three words she had carefully taught herself not to ever voice out loud to Minerva, for utmost fear that it will make the woman run off— actually slipped past her lips during her highest state of passion…
Fuck.
And just as she had known, these unbidden three words would and it did completely render Minerva fearful…
Fuck.
"Hermione… I… I…"
Almost roughly, Hermione placed one hand over Minerva's lips and interrupted her…
"Minerva, don't…"
Not wanting to let go of the woman despite the ensuring pain ignited inside her from such confirmation of her own fear, she let herself fall into the pit...
"Don't Minerva... Just let me… just let me love you."
Then she did not permit for any response and pulled down the woman quite firmly and crashed her lips to hers… Eyes closed, she gathered Minerva in her arms and rolled over to have the witch underneath her.
Decidedly, Hermione did not let Minerva's lips for any respite when she began moving on top of the woman to take Minerva in and out of her… In fact, while her one hand had anchored her weight, her other hand had dug into Minerva's luxurious hair to keep the woman's head in place as she crashed her mouth into Minerva's.
Vaguely, Hermione could feel Minerva's strive to ease her somewhat vehement kisses by responding with tenderness but not with less passion. When she felt Minerva's hand took hold of her waist and rear to support their movements, she finally let her mouth leave Minerva's and travelled them to the woman's jaw and neck. She buried her face at Minerva's neck and then sucked on the pulse she located, which resulted into Minerva giving her an almost guttural moan. Amazingly, knowing how it was pleasuring the witch so much, it triggered Hermione into her own higher plane of arousal.
"This feels so fucking good…" Hermione cried out and she was surprised with her own words and even more surprise with the ones that followed them. "Minerva, say that it feels as fucking good to you! Say it fucking does..."
"Aye... Dar-ling-it-does..."
Hermione can feel the hot pulsing inside her and when she moved for better leverage, she bravely opened her eyes and look at Minerva's face... Enormous tremble ran through her spine after she found the never before this glassy state of the woman's emeralds. The desire that is currently staring deeply into her face took her breath away. The intensity was too much that it had Hermione shut her eyes. Again she brought her mouth into Minerva's and asked for the witch's tongue that she sucked when it acquiesced. Then giving everything and more of herself, she continued to move on top of the woman she loves above all, continued to push themselves into the edge. And so it was not very long that Minerva started convulsing... And then the released essence inside Hermione triggered her own rapture…
Quivering and panting, Hermione rode the pleasure together with Minerva... And awhile later, she made the effort to slide into her side to avoid crushing Minerva with her weight. When she did, the woman followed her and wrapped her arms tightly… Then they meet in a tender kiss…
End of Chapter 5 | Year 2000 | Indulgence, Evidence & the Third One
AN:
1. Screening charms – just my invention.
2. Thusa a-mhàin translation in English is 'only you'. But I got it from Google so let me know if it is wrong or imprecise.
3. I am still just borrowing from JK Rowling and her marvellous magical playground.
4. Thank you for still reading… And oh Merry Christmas!