A warm welcome and thanks to my new R&R's!
And of curse a 'Thank you' from the bottom of my heart to my loyal reviewers! I crave your thoughts as much as air :)
As for the last chapters; well, Minerva's rampage sort of put a plug in the plans, but not to worry, there will be more evil schemes to come ;)
And yes, as Mr Redfern pointed out I was referring to the Weird Sisters, though I don't think anyone would mind the Twisted ones :) About that oven Redfern… do you want it opened or closed? A few more notes before we get started (sorry about this);
To Death of the Endless: Please don't kill me… -whimper-
punruple: Thanks for the advice! And all of you; check out this writer's hilarious work! Tabby Kat: I'm honoured! -blushes-
fan-rei; no, no duel. I don't think Minerva could stand much more violence at the moment. But I hope you'll like this twist instead;) Besides, Minerva and Severus are far from through…
Sapho's Daughter, RainbowGirl 09, Morgana-Alex, Tessaaan and all of you wonderful people who keep me supplied with the sweetest air; Thank you!
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Love,
Jellicos
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Chapter ten: Just let it go.
She knew where to go and she ran faster than she'd ever done before. And as she stood in front of the solid mahogany doors yet again there was no fear, no doubt, no questions in her mind.
Hermione knew what she wanted and she knew it was right. How to convince Minerva was another issue, but she was not going to take no for an answer, not this time.
She knocked and waited for a response. There was none, so she knocked again, and a third time. There was still no reply. She hadn't really expected one, and drew her wand. It took her a few spells to get the door open and she walked into Minerva's office. Everything was dark. But a flicker of light shone from an open door leading to a small living room. Hermione walked up to the door and saw the most fragile sight of a woman sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace.
"Minerva?" She said softly. Minerva shivered at the sound of her name spoken in that soft, sweet voice. How could that have such an effect on her, just hearing her name in that gentle, loving manner? But Hermione sounded worried as well. No wonder. She must look a terrible mess. Her hair falling down her face and back, her red, puffy eyes…
"You're not supposed to be here." McGonagall's voice was thick from crying.
"I know." Hermione replied softly.
"You should be downstairs at the ball with your friends." She tried to sound as normal as possible but gave it up quickly. There was no point any more.
"Then tell me to leave." Hermione's voice was still as soft, but there was a distinct determination in it now.
"It's not my decision." Minerva felt like she was falling apart.
"Yes it is." Hermione noticed that tears where still streaming downs the older woman's face and she did no effort to hide them anymore.
"I'm a professor. I'm your professor and you..." Minerva trailed off.
"I'm not Lily." Hermione said as if Minerva's relation with Lily Evans was common knowledge. Minerva turned and looked at her as if she'd just dropped a bomb on her head, which she sort of had. "I'm not giving you up without a fight." She continued, but Minerva looked away, into the fire with a deep sigh.
"Oh, Hermione..." Minerva didn't even try to conceal the bitter sadness in her words.
"Don't you get it? I love you Minerva." Hermione tried to remain as calm as ever, but there was so much pain and despair in her voice.
"You don't know what you're saying..." Minerva whispered.
"Don't I?" Hermione walked up to the tall chair Minerva was sitting in.
"Hermione, please... don't..." Her voice was cracking, she couldn't stand this, it was all too painful.
"Tell me you have no feelings for me." Hermione said demandingly. Desperately hoping she wouldn't.
"You know I can't." Minerva answered back, fixing her eyes on the fire instead of the woman standing beside her.
"Then tell me you love me." She begged.
"It's not that simple." Minerva's voice was so thin and her eyes started to well up again. She hated to be seen like this!
"But it is." Hermione whispered so close to her now. "It's just that simple." The heat of Hermione's breath so close to her ear made every vein in Minerva's body shout out for more. But the reality of the situation took control over her body.
"You're so young, you don't know..." Her eyes where still transfixed on the burning fire, not daring to look at the young woman's face, knowing she'd loose the battle within her if she did.
"You're worried about your work?" Hermione asked.
"I couldn't care less about work." Minerva stated coolly. She couldn't really think that was it, could she?
"You're scared." Hermione said, as if she'd finally made the pieces of the puzzle fit. "You're afraid that I'm going to leave you. Like Lily did."
"Don't do this." Minerva's whisper was cut short as the tears started falling down her cheeks. She was crying, really crying for the first time in Hermione's presence. She should have stuck with the work-explanation. This was all too much. Hermione was right and she knew it, but feeling the old wounds open and be covered with the new ones…
"Then listen to me." Hermione leant down to face her while supporting her weight with her hands on the armrests of the chair Minerva was sitting in. "Look at me." And Minerva obeyed reluctantly.
"Do you love me?" Hermione asked softly.
"Hermione..." Minerva pleaded for her to stop this. No more pain… please…
"No." She was not backing down now. She needed to know. She needed her to say it. "Do you love me?"
"You know I do!" Minerva rose in anger and pulled a startled Hermione with her, who backed away a few paces in surprise. "I love you so much it's tearing me apart!" She roared.
"Then stop fighting it and let me love you back." Hermione couldn't bare the pain she saw reflecting in Minerva's eyes. But she was not going to let her walk away from her again. Not this time, not ever again.
"Hermione..." Minerva pleaded again. Her heart was breaking, her will was failing and she knew she could only bare this torture for so long.
But Hermione walked up to her, so close Minerva could feel the heat from her skin. How the hell was she supposed to resist her now?
"I want you Minerva." She whispered in a deep voice, so full of passion that all the walls surrounding Minerva McGonagall seemed to fall in an instant. There was no place to hide anymore.
"You don't know what you're asking..." Minerva looked so very vulnerable and her words could just barely be heard, her voice was so thin.
"I'm asking you to let go of your fears and trust me." Hermione whispered so close to her now that she could feel her breath on her face. "I'm asking you to make love to me Minerva."
As she leaned in, she brushed her lips across Minerva's cheek to her lips, tasting the salty tears that where still clinging to her cheek. And Minerva let go. She could no longer fight what every fibre in her body was aching for. She caught Hermione's lips with her own and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
There was no fear anymore, no walls to hide behind, just this. This moment, this kiss, this woman and their love.
Hermione moaned as she parted her lips and their tongues met, caressing each other as if they had a mind of their own. She let her fingers tangle in Minerva's silky soft, auburn hair and removed the last pins holding it up in what earlier this evening had been a bun on her head.
As she let her hand slide down Minerva's back, the other one found its way to the clasp of her robes. It took her but a second or two before Minerva's dress robes where lying at her ankles and she stood before Hermione in nothing but her black undergarments.
Hermione had reluctantly broken the kiss and could do nothing but gasp at the beauty before her. Minerva looked very self-conscious and Hermione hurried to find her voice again.
"You... You're a Goddess." Hermione gasped and Minerva flushed. 'Thank Merlin for those school robes, or I would never have gotten anything done in class.' Hermione thought to herself and smiled. She needed to feel that body against hers. To feel the warmth of that bare skin under her hands. She allowed herself to survey Minerva's slim and curved body for a moment. Savouring every inch of it in her mind.
Minerva felt her body ache. She couldn't hold back her longing any longer and pulled Hermione closer again, needing the feel of her body against her own. She found the zipper on Hermione's gown. She managed to pull it down with a soft caress, making the gown fall to the floor to reveal Hermione's light purple, lace bra and panties.
It was Minerva's turn to gasp at the sight before her. That soft, milky white flesh. That perfect young body of a very mature eighteen year old woman. For several moments she could do nothing but stare. She was so beautiful, so perfect, and "so utterly gorgeous." Minerva didn't realise she'd spoken the last words out loud, but Hermione's blushing cheeks brought her back. Suddenly she started to feel so ashamed of her own body, marked by the years it had lived and battled. She was no youth anymore. Time had surely taken its toll on her. How could this beautiful young woman want her? She knew Hermione's peers would line up to catch her interest.
Hermione seemed to notice what Minerva was thinking, as she let her fingertips glide down Minerva's arm, ever so softly, barely touching the skin. The sensation sent a shiver of pleasure down Minerva's spine as Hermione took her hand in both of her own, watching it as if it was made of diamonds.
"These hands…" She whispered in such awe that Minerva was taken aback by it. "I used to sit in class, seeing these hands perform the most amazing magic with such grace, and all I could think of was how they would feel on my skin." There was raw desire in her voice as she swiftly undid her bra and placed Minerva's hand on her right breast and gasped at the sensation when those long, magical fingers started their work on her erect nipple. She pulled Minerva fiercely against her, her hand around her professor's waist, feeling the heat of their almost naked bodies melt together. She wanted her. She needed to have her. Now.
"Do you have a bed here somewhere?" Hermione asked with that same raw lust, looking at her with such passion and desire, Minerva lost all thoughts of age difference and with a smile, she took her hand and led her in through a door by the sofa.
The room was not much different than the one they just left. But instead of the sofa, armchairs and tables, there was a large, four poster bed by the fireplace, a dresser and a large bookshelf. Hermione walked up to the bed, pulled the curtains out of the way and laid down. Supporting her weight on her elbows, she placed herself across the width of the bed, facing Minerva who was still standing in the doorway.
"Come to me, my love." Hermione said with lust dripping from her every word. And again Minerva obeyed, drawn by the deep desire she knew coated her face; she laid herself down beside Hermione and resumed the kiss that made the world around them vanish.
Without breaking the kiss, which now seemed more important to Hermione than oxygen, she managed to free Minerva of her bra and turn them both around so that Minerva was now lying on her back underneath her. Her hands kept exploring the curves of the woman which she was now straddling, and as she kissed her way down her neck and jaw line the deep moan escaping Minerva's lips was more than enough encouragement. Not an inch of skin would be left untouched.
She gasped as Minerva's hands found their way down to her panty line. 'No. Not yet.' She thought and started inching her way down Minerva's body, out of reach. There was a disgruntled moan from Minerva and Hermione just smiled. She slid of Minerva's underwear in slow caresses, bringing frustrated sounds from the bed. Her own panties where discarded in the same manor before she started kissing her way up Minerva's body again.
There where no thoughts, no worries. There was just her. Her scent, her flesh, her taste. All of which would be forever etched in Minerva's mind.
She had let it go. She'd opened her heart and soul to this woman and now she could do nothing but feel. Her urges where stronger than she ever thought humanly possible, but her love was stronger yet. Minerva could think of no other thing in the world which mattered to her now besides what Hermione's hands and lips where doing to her body.
The pleasure was almost unbearable. It had been so long since anyone had been allowed touched her, and she could not remember ever being touched like this. With such love and devotion, such desire and patience. Every inch of her body was tingling, every part of her aching for more.
Her hands worked feverishly to satisfy her craving, touching, caressing every part of that vibrant body on top of her. She knew she was panting, she could hear her own moans, but the sound of those proves of pleasure that escaped Hermione's soft lips drove her wild.
Hermione was teasing her. She knew what Minerva wanted; she could se the longing in her deep emerald eyes that grew darker by the second. And for a brief moment she lost her breath.
Those eyes. They where no longer the strict, probing eyes of Professor McGonagall. The eyes that could scare every student to confession. No. These where the deep, passionate and loving eyes of Minerva. The eyes that could bring tears of joy to Hermione's eyes, or make her forget her own name. She could read them as clearly as any book, and knowing that she was the one who'd awoken the deep desire within them left her breathless.
"Oh, Hermione…" The pleading moan escaping her Goddesses lips made Hermione pull her hand just a little closer to the place where she knew Minerva was aching for her. She was teasing, but hearing Minerva moan her name like that was so arousing and could easily have made her fall over the edge herself. As she sucked and licked Minerva's stiff, dark nipples, her hand was running between her inner thighs. With a touch as delicate as silk, Hermione brushed a single finger across Minerva's slid. Her reward was instant.
"Please…" Minerva gasped, using all her might to form the word. "Oh, Hermione… Please…"
Hermione couldn't deny her and as she slid two fingers into the dripping wet folds, Minerva gasped again.
Hermione could feel every vein in her body throb and short-circuit her mind as she reacted to Minerva's excitement. The thought that she was the cause for the rich wetness between Minerva's legs made her dizzy with desire. As her fingers worked inside Minerva, the woman she loved was thrusting, inviting her deeper into her. Her hips rocking, her body squirming, her lips parted and uttering groans of pure ecstasy.
Hermione could do nothing but take in the most gorgeous sight her hazel eyes had ever seen, before she bent down and muffled a moan with a kiss.
Minerva threw her arms around her neck, grabbing her hair as the trusting became harder and faster. Hermione knew she was near the edge now and she wanted to se her lover come.
She broke from the kiss, leaving Minerva to clasp the bedspread as her body started to shake and she went over the edge. With her back arched, she flung her head back as she cried out Hermione's name.
It took several minutes before she'd gained her breath back and she turned to face Hermione who had cradled her though the aftermath of the orgasm and was now lying on her side next to her with a very satisfied grin on her face.
"Don't you look pleased?" Minerva smirked at her when her voice started to work again and pulled her in for a kiss.
"I never imagined there could be such beauty." Hermione said earnestly, the love in her voice still filled with deep lust. It took Minerva a while before her mind had registered the words and as it hit her, her body flushed. She'd noticed the need in Hermione's eyes and she was desperate to show her just how much she craved her.
Hermione let out a surprised gasp as Minerva flung her over on her back and moved to hover over her. There was a mischievous grin on her face as she started to kiss her way down Hermione's body. Minerva could feel herself regaining every inch of that raw desire as Hermione reacted to her every move. She could feel the young woman thrust up against her touch and she had to back herself away from that edge as Hermione moaned her name.
"Oh, Minerva… don't stop…" Her breathing was becoming shallow and uneven as Minerva's lips moved closer to her throbbing centre.
Minerva didn't take her eyes of her as she moved to the bushy folds between Hermione's legs. She wanted to se her, se her pleasure and longing.
As she flicked her tongue against her lovers opening she could not hold back a smile as Hermione trust into her mouth and arched her back.
"Oh god… Minerva, please…!" Her husky voice was so filled with yearning that Minerva could not bare to tease her any longer. Hermione was already so close to the edge, it took but a few flickers of Minerva's tongue to send her into a frenzy of pleasure. Her head was tossed to the side as she trust and came in Minerva's mouth, screaming her name in orgasmic ecstasy.
As Minerva lay down beside her as closely as she could, Hermione opened her eyes and smiled.
"I do love you, you know." Hermione said, still a bit light-headed.
"I love you too 'Mione." Hermione shivered at the sound of her pet-name from Minerva's lips. "And you where right…" Minerva continued. "It's the most beautiful sight."
Minerva stroked her cheek before spooning her and laying her arm around Hermione in a slightly protective gesture which made the younger woman giggle.
But Minerva was too close to sleep to even respond to it.
Hermione wondered briefly if her professor would wake up with horrible regret the next morning, but her fears where laid to rest as Minerva snuggled her face into her hair and neck.
"Don't ever leave me 'Mione." She said in a sleepy voice, as if half asleep already.
"I swear." Hermione whispered, turning to face her and managed to se a quick smile on Minerva's lips.
"Good… then I won't have to tie you to the bed." Minerva mused. "Or…"
"Go to sleep Min." Hermione said in a pretended strict voice. And she felt Minerva pull her closer still in response to the nickname. "No power on this earth could keep me from your side." She added.
"I'll hold you to that." Minerva replied and they shared one last kiss before their bodies finally gave up the struggle against sleep.
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Well, I will say this; the ball continued without them, and you might just find out what happened there in the next chapter.
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Jellicos