Disclaimer: please view Chapter 1/n
Dedication: to my very own Hermione ;-)
A.N: I have received so wonderful emails and reviews and just wanted to say thank-you to everyone who told me how much he or she loved this story. I am glad. lots of love to you all, Bella
Chapter 7
It was sunny and warm outside and the lake presented its surface unusually calm on this morning.
Both women had made their way down to the lake and onto the forest in silence. Being totally content holding hands, and every now and then, looking into green, respectively blue eyes.
"It's so peaceful out here" Hermione sighed, stopping for a moment to take a deep breath and folding her arms around Minerva.
The other witch smiled at her lover and kissed her cheeks.
"Mmhh..." Hermione purred and pressed her closer. "Don't stop."
Smiling Minerva brought her hands up to Hermione's back, only to travel down again until she had felt every curve of her lover's body through the thin texture of Hermione's dress. The other woman clearly enjoyed her touches, but demanded more.
"Kiss me, you tease." She giggled and offered Minerva her full red lips.
'What a sight,' Minerva thought. And loud she said
"How could I refuse?"
"You're not supposed to" this last reply wasn't cleary understandable as Hermione had pressed her lips already onto Minerva's and they kissed hungrily, tasting each other just as they had - only hours ago - for the first time.
It was hard but after a few moments Minerva pulled back from these sweet tasting lips and said with a voice that sounded a little husky
"My dear, I need to talk to you about something."
They said down on a bench nearby and Minerva slowly began to tell Hermione about the letter...
It would have been an understatement to say that Hermione was shocked. - She was out of her mind. There were tears streaming down her face when Minerva had finished her tale and she trembled and held on to Minerva's hands.
"But... who and ... why? Oh Minerva, I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want to lose you, I couldn't bear to lose you again."
She then covered Minerva's whole face with kisses and Minerva felt how this had scared Hermione.
"Darling, don't worry. Now that we know we will be able to prevent it. I will do my very best to help Albus and Moody... Nothing will happen my darling Hermione, nothing. You need not to worry."
Looking back into the blue eyes of her woman she saw that this had not convinced Hermione.
"You know I do." She pulled Minerva into an embrace, holding her tight for minutes.
Minerva sensed Hermione was crying and gently stroked her dark hair.
"Have faith, beloved. No one will harm me, I promise you. You will not lose me, never again, my Hermione. Never again."
Hermione was sobbing now, desperately looking into Minerva's eyes as if she could see the future in them.
"Promise me. - Promise me I will not lose you."
The headmistress cupped her face and gave her the most tender kiss she ever could before she rested her forehead against Hermione's, breathing a silent
"You will not lose me."
Both didn't speak but only held their eyes closed for some moments until their breathing became normal again and Hermione's tears dried on her cheeks.
"I love you."
"I love you, too Mione."
Hermione had accepted Minerva not wanting to involve her into all that and not seeing each others for the next few weeks, not holding hands in public, sleeping in their own beds at night... No need to tell you, dear reader, how hard this was for both.
Minerva had acted on Albus' advice in the end although she hated it and didn't even believe that this would change anything. After all - the madman wanted her, not Hermione and that Hermione and the lunatic were the same person was simply impossible, Minerva thought.
Nevertheless she did this as a favour to her Ablus and Moody who only wanted her best.
But nothing happened.
It wasnt exactly that Minerva wished anything bad would happen to her, no of course not... but she hated the wait and hated even more that now that she had found her Hermione - she couldn't be together with her the way she wanted to.
The longing glances they exchanged at the dinner table were by far not satisfying her needs, neither her sexual nor her emotional ones.
It wouldn't all have been so unbearable to her when they could at least talk to each other but Moody had is eye and ears everywhere and once he had caught them both on the 5th floor where normally not even Peeves dared to go, he gave them a not so funny speech about what could happen if the "Lockhard" (Moody liked to call the madman Lockhard for in his book no one could be crazier than this man) had overheard them talking.
For a few days now Minerva had been "a good girl" and not talked to her lover one single word - she felt horrible. Having seen Hermione's sad eyes at lunch, afternoon tea and finally dinner she couldn't but feel her heart ache and the urge to comfort her lover became almost unbearable.
It was that night when she received an owl from Hermione that carried a letter. Once she had unrolled the little sheet of paper she smiled - a poem! But it turned out to be a rather sad one.
If you knew,
what it means to dream of searing kisses,
of loving and resting with your lover,
eye to eye,
caressing and whispering,
If you knew it,
your heart would give in.
If you knew,
what it means to wait anxiously in lonely nights,
surrounded by storm and thunder, when no one comforts
the tired soul,
if you knew it,
you would come to me.
If you knew,
what it means to live, encircled by divinity's
infinite love,
floating aloft, borne by light
to blissful heights of passion,
if you knew it,
you would be with me!
Minerva sat down on her bed, and felt tears streaming down her face. Oh my... I would so love to do just that my darling, come over to you and be with you the whole night. But...
Well, why not! Who would know? Albus was not here, he was at the ministry this weekend and Alastair wasn't around as far as she could tell; she hadn't seen him all day, so why not going over to her beloved Hermione and make her believe how much she really missed her.
She had not finished thinking when she was already out of the door and knocking on Hermione's...
To be continued