A.N.
Not yet beta readed... anybody interested?
Look around with hopeful puppy dog eyes.
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2.
The morning passed too much fast for the taste of Hermione. Her next class would be transfiguration. And because of the incessant dreams she couldn't manage to concentrate in Minerva Mcgonagall courses.
She had difficulties in the others too, but with a really big effort of will, she could give attention to what was happening. But with the beautiful older woman near, Hermione focus was wandering.
She though at first that it was due to a trouble of digestion, then to exhaustion from the N.E.W.Ts, then a fantasy that would pass. At her age it was normal to phantasm about far retched possibilities and to experience. It didn't mean that she was gay, nor attracted to one of her professor.
The dreams didn't stop and the staff of Hogwarts and her friends were beginning to worry. Hermione was one of the most overachieved student. She was clever and had a promising future. The only professor who make dispensive remarks was Snape, but even then her notes for a defavorised Gryffondor were out the scale.
Deputy headmistress Mcgonagall in her quality of head of Hermione 's house decided that enough was enough and that she would talk to her student. She tried to be fair and not show favoritism, but all new that Hermione was her prized student.
No need to veil her face, Minerva knew very well she has a particular bond with this young, brave, intelligent and curious woman. Yes, a woman, she couldn't anymore consider her as a girl. Her body has developed this last year. The use of a time turner she landed her made her old faster too. And at the end of the year she would be considered by the wizard society like an adult, and a very mature one at that.
It was no use to hide the fact that she was very fond and attracted to this exceptional woman. Oh she tried really. But fooling herself was no in her nature. So she knew it, but didn't say anything if in the secret of her heart. Her mind for its part was crying that she was becoming an old pervert who has no chance at all with Ms Granger and that she should be ashamed of herself to think about it.
Hermione was fingering waiting to her professor like she had been asked. She knew she didn't pay any attention in courses and that sooner or latter someone would want to talk with her. She knew it but she hoped than it would not come to that before a very long time, like her friends hoped for an appearance of Voldemort or simply a little natural catastrophe in potion exams.
As always their prayers were not answered. Hermione was so nervous that she though she could pass out from the stress. In thinking about it, it was not a so bad idea... But seeing her beloved professor approaching with a concerned expression, she rethought it.
"Hermione, you are very pale. Do you need to see Mrs. Pomfrey?" the young woman shook her head while her heart was elated. 'she called me Hermione!' Minerva nodded. "very well in this case why don't you come in my office. It will be more quiet to talk."
'She called me Hermione! What? Oh stupid, you should have said yes. Had she any idea what she is saying? Calm yourself, her proposition is utterly innocent. You're not, but she is. I'm in big trouble...'
They crossed the classroom. Minerva murmured something unintelligible and a hidden door appeared. It seemed the office she was talking about was in her room itself. Hermione gulped and looked around.
The predominant colors were for Gryffondor, red and gold, but they were not the only present. The place was warm and well light with a window with Quidditch sight, but not to much bright, thanks to the deep colors of the furniture and tapestry.
There were some paintings of a land with profound and green forest, a clear lake and some mounts. They let a impression of wildness and calm. They were surely from her homeland. There were a chimney with a good fire and a rug facing it. Farer in the corner was a table overcharged with papers, books, quills and some gadgets.
Minerva looked around her trying to see what had her companion spells bound. She considered her office rather nice. Her bureau was not very net. But with all the copies she was correcting for preparing her students to the Newts and her worries about the young lady at her side, preventing her to work as she would have liked, it was no wonder.
She summoned a couch and a low table and placed them in face of the fire. Then she made appear some chocolate, ginger biscuits and tea. "please Ms Granger, take a seat and something to eat."
'Ms Granger is back... but the ambiance feels so romantic. Without doubts I'm imagining things.' Hermione sighed. It made Minerva distressed. She put a hand on the tight of the younger woman. "Hermione what is it. I'm very worried about you. You seems so down. You don't do your homework, are late in classes and don't participate anymore. Please answer me I don't want to critic, just to help."
Hermione didn't hear anything of what her professor was talking. When she feels the hand on her body, her brain roasts. All she could thing was how much she would like this hand to move, to cover it and kiss it. How it feels nice on her heated body. How the light from the fire made appears reflect in ebony wicks. How she would like to raise her hand in this long hair, feel their texture. How she would like to embrace her love and gently so very gently began to learn this beautiful body with hands, lips and tong.
Minerva was feeling a little heated suddenly. The young woman she was sitting with, stayed silent, her eyes were lidded and darkened. It made her feel so much aroused! She needed to concentrate and...
And she was being kissed. Hermione has raised her hand and cupper her head. She gently kissed the cheek, lingered and went very slowly down to her mouth. Minerva was being kissed with reverence as if she was the most precious and fragile treasure.
From their own accord, her lips parted and a tong sneaked in. She moaned and approached closer of the woman who made her feel so good. Her hair was freed and a gentle hand tangled with it. Minerva 's hands were moving too and drawing the contour of the body next to her. Her hand found a wet spot and the kiss ceased bruskly.
She opened her eyes to see a confused and terrified young woman with tear in her eyes. "I ... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. I don't know what happened... I'm sorry." And like that, as suddenly as the kiss began, she was gone, leaving behind a mortified Minerva.
Cliff?
'What were you thinking stupid old woman? She's your student. She come here because of troubles she was having and you're molesting her?!' Minerva kept ranting and berating herself a long time. She knew she was attracted to the young lady, but it was not like her to act as she did.
'Her chocolate eyes were so dark. Her kisses so wanton. I couldn't think, just feel. And it feel so very good. More so that in my fantasies. What will I do now?'
The voices in Minerva head were raging to gain supremacy. In one hand she knew it was something that couldn't have happened nor should re-happen, in another hand she wanted nothing more.
She straightened herself physically and mentally. She was Mcgonagall, the very strict and fair professor, the head of her house. She couldn't behave like that. So she squashed her pleading and abused libido and with a new determination went in search of her pupil.
She ought to try to repair the damage. Her student was crying, distressed and terrified. It shouldn't be. No it shouldn't. Her chest tightened painfully when she recalled the hasty retreat of the young lady. She would excuse herself, promise it wouldn't happen again ever, anything really to save her relationship with the young witch she cherished so much.
Hermione for her part was running as if her life was in danger. She didn't know where or how long she ran, just that she couldn't stop. Her formidable brain and memory were replaying the scene for her in continue.
How could she have done that. She would be expelled for sure. It was a so bad idea in so many levels. She was her professor, a woman and a lot older than herself. She shouldn't have done that. It could hurt her beloved mentor. What if someone learnt about it. It didn't need to be a Malfoy for hurting both of them very much...
You don't seduce your professor. It's not done! Even if it is the only thing in your head. Even if it was beautiful, exiting and marvelous. She took her mentor by surprise. It was obvious. She was surprised too. It was not like her to act so rashly. She was level headed and a very reasonable witch.
She knew all has a prize and she dreaded the consequence of this one. But it was worth it! Her hair was so long and so soft like silk. Her body warm and inviting. She tasted so sweet. She wanted more of her, all of her. But when she feel an inquisitive hand There, she retook conscience and fled.
She needed to calm herself, to think. Her beloved professor was certainly horrified and confused. She needed to make it all better. But how? How did you rewrite the past? How could she forget her heavenly scent and taste, her lovely sight of her memory long enough to reflect and consider the situation?