A.N. warning lemon NC-17
4.
Come the day or rather the night of the meeting. Minerva was a little uneasy to be asked to go at the edge of the forbidden forest, but she didn't want to say 'no', afraid it would irremediably damage her only chance to make thinks better.
Hermione was already here waiting for her. She was pale and had drawn traits, but for Minerva she was beautiful, a sight that warmed her pained heart. Hermione on her side was drinking in the divine vision approaching. This past days had been torture for both women without the other near.
They thought it would be difficult and awkward to interact with each other about what happened, but both had decided to clean the air. So it's with a shy glance and a little hesitation that Hermione took the lead and the hand of her adored professor and guided her more deeply in the forest to Grawp.
Minerva left herself be walked without complain. She didn't dream Hermione would ever want to touch her again, and there they were hand in hand. The night air was cold with a little wind, but they feel very warm and their body were tingling.
Grawp was indeed overjoyed to see his favorite little human. He showed her with pride how he managed to count until ten and how he could write the numbers clearly. Hermione congratulated him and he seemed to become bigger if it was possible under the attention. Minerva after a first moment of surprise took in stride the situation and approved strongly.
Hermione decided to teach him how to write Minerva. After all each time she came, she would try to teach him something. As for each name Grawp preferred short one, so Minerva become Minnie.
Normally the Scottish woman wouldn't agree to such affront, but it couldn't hurt and the big but friendly giant was so happy and demonstrative and her cherished Hermione seemed to glow with contentment, so she accepted with good grace.
They were passing a very good time together and didn't see it pass. So they departed without having settled anything. Although it allowed them to see each other and to feel better.
The next days it was as if nothing has happened. Hermione worked harder and managed to concentrate. Minerva was happy to see her pupil in good spirit even if she was uneasy that they let things unfinished. But it was without doubt better like that.
Only the very vivacious dreams remained, each night more detailed and real than the last. It made the day life both more difficult and more easy to bear.
When Minerva saw Hermione go at night she followed her in her animagus form. She knew Grawp was not dangerous and that the bright witch that was her favorite pupil would have little troubles to take care of herself. But it was the forbidden forest and she preferred to see on her love from not so afar.
Hermione was more prudent near the forest and so took more notice. So it's with surprise she detected the presence of the tabby cat with the unmaskable marking. Her beloved professor was here. Why?
She decided to ask her point blanc. So she turned around and confronted an astonished Minerva. She was always proud of her achievement in transfiguration. Her animagus form was perfect and come with all the trimming, her senses were more developed and she shared characteristic traits with cats like their stealth.
Hermione was looking over her beloved teacher with a little frown on her face, but didn't seem annoyed, more curious than anything. Minerva breathed happy than she didn't brake her cherished pupil with her presence. It was not what she wanted at all.
Under the curious look in chocolate eyes she feel light hearted and blushed. There was no reason really. She had a good explanation, through in true it was not her, the professor, who would be in trouble if caught at night near the forbidden forest.
Their hearts were beating fast and little frosts were coming from their between-open mouths. They stayed like that without moving or talking several minutes, through it would have been hard to tell. Both have eyes only for the other, their brains and bodies seemed curded in time.
A noise in the forest seemed to wake them from a long sleep. They looked around each other to try to determine what it was, but didn't see anything particular. It helped through to move them from their trance.
"Miss Granger I would like to accompany you in your visits in the forest. I won't deduce point or prevent you to go see Grawp, but I need to know when you do so. If you prefer you could ask Hagrid or another professor to do so, I would convince them, but don't go alone in here please."
Hermione bended her head to the side and seemed to considered the vision before her. Minerva was beautiful. Her eyes set off in the dark and captivated her. Her long hair seemed alive with their own life and made a strange and enthralling dance in the wind. She was there like an enchantress forest nymph.
But it was not the only reason of her prolonged silence. When this ethereal apparition was speaking, Hermione was captivated by the rich alto voice and almost believed having detected affection and worries in her beloved professor, but it surely couldn't be...
Minerva was fingering nervously waiting for the woman before her to answer. She tried to stay still but the look she was getting from her secret love made it difficult. She had the impression to be devoured by this inquisitor eyes that seemed to read her soul. It made her blushing hotly both from shame and arousal.
But she stayed put, even if a voice shouted in her head to run, she couldn't. She was as much captured as if it was a vela using her charm face at her.
Unknown to Minerva tears began to fall from her troubled eyes. Hermione approached gently like she would to a wild and hurt beast. The sight of this divine creature crying was unintelligible and heart breaking.
Gathering her courage she raised her hand and very tenderly put it on the face of her beloved mentor. The tears seemed to fall harder at that. Hermione bite her lips and looked astonished as her beloved closed her eyes and settled more comfortably her head in Hermione hand. Trying not to frighten the beautiful and crying woman, Hermione approached her second hand and caressed the long hair wanting to soothe her love.
They found themselves on the herbs. Minerva sat safe in her pupil embrace, trough since this fateful day in her office Hermione was more in command that her mentor. Breathing deeply and praying it was the right thing to do, Hermione lowered her head and kissed tenderly the front of the beauty in her arms, then followed the contour of this mature but soft face and kissed her tears.
The breath of the older woman hitched but she didn't make any move to stop what was happening. In contrary she even turned her face to this tender and loving attention. She needed it to much right now to do anything that would bring her dream to an end.
Hermione slowed when she feels her beloved move, but when she saw the expression of this exquisite face, she didn't hesitate anymore and kissed her where she wanted most. Their lips meshed as one, but it was soon no sufficient and their lips parted for their tongs to play happily together. Their hands began wandering in hair then the long of slender and supple bodies, the voyage punctuated by moans and whimpering.
Hermione fondled blissfully two hard breasts through the rough material of her lover dress and nipped contentedly at the delicious and smooth neck near her mouth. Minerva fells mad with lust and glided her hands the long of two flexible tights until she found the hem of her counterpart clothe and with maddening slowness raised the material, caressing the body it reveled in the way.
Hermione whimpered and approached her body closer. She was breathing hard. She tried to disrobe her beloved too but her enthusiasm made the attempt clumsy. Fortunately Minerva was at her patience end and disrobed with a switch of her wand.
Now both naked, their body touched fevered flesh making them gasp and wanting more. Minerva spread herself like a cover on the younger woman who profited of it to enlace her and kiss her senseless while they moved closer their bodies.
Both shuddered and searched to increase the friction. They found a slow rhythm and maintained its agonizing space a long moment. Their breaths were coming fast and they had the impression their hearts would explode, but they continued resolutely this gratifying torture, never leaving the other from their eyes, wanting this wonderful dream to never stop.
After several long and dizzying more minutes or age, they found themselves on the edge. They couldn't keep they eyes open so they anchored themselves blindly joining their hands. They haven't talked all the long of this dream, so when they shuddered a last time calling each other fervently, it seemed to resonate all around them as powerful as thunder.
In the aftermath they reposed on the herbs breathing deeply and savoring the delicious after shock and the body next to them. They knew it couldn't be a dream, it was to much real and intense , but they didn't want to think about it and trouble the peace of this instant.
They were both pleasantly lethargic. It didn't seem so crucial to discuss it, only staying in the other arm and breath in her scent was. They feel asleep without mentioning after having cuddled in silence, caressing linked hands and relaxed and smiling faces.