Chapter 8
The witch didn't bother with knocking on the old wooden oak door that led to Hermione's chambers.
Knowing the password Minerva whispered "Rousseau", wondering for a short moment whether it had a deeper meaning that the key to Hermione's bedroom was this french womanizer... but she pushed the thought aside with a giggle and then entered her lover's rooms.
Hermione was sitting at her desk, a pile of paperwork in front of her. On tiptoes Minerva approached her, careful not to reveal her presence too early to her lover. However she hesitated when she saw Hermione's eyes.
They were not only sad, they were red and swollen from crying.
Head resting in her left hand, Hermione carelessly read through a few letters that had to be send to the Ministry of Magic, department for 'Special Education'. A tear had made its way down her cheeks and Hermione brushed it off with a tired gesture.
Minerva swallowed. She realised that this wasn't fun anymore to Hermione - and neither was it to Minerva herself. She had cried every single night as well and she hadn't been able to hold back her tears earlier when she had received Hermione's poem, but this was about Hermione now and she simply couldn't bear it to see her in pain.
She hadn't been aware of how hard these last few days, no weeks, must have been for Hermione; how much she had suffered under their involuntarily separation and Minerva suddenly hated herself for all the pain she had caused her love. How could she have done that? How could she put her through all these tortures? After all Hermione was a woman, one that had feelings and a heart, not a stone in her chest... Hermione was a sensitive woman, not a battleship.
'She must feel so unloved', Minerva thought. 'So unimportant, so unwelcome... and yet she is exactly the opposite."
Hermione raised and then walked over to the window, looking out into the dark - Minerva came closer.
"Darling?"
Hermione turned around and her pale face lit up in joy when she recognised Minerva. She almost ran to her.
The transfiguration mistress pulled her into her arms and held her locked in an embrace for long, blissful moments.
The other witch laughed and cried at the same time and hugged her back, too happy too speak until she whispered
"You're here... You really came to me."
Minerva pulled her even closer.
"Yes, baby, I am here. And we won't be parted for so long now ever again. I was such an idiot, paying attention to Albus' and Alastair's silly theories... Can you forgive me, my love?"
They broke the embrace to look into each other's eyes and Hermione only nodded, already reaching to cup Minerva's face in her hands, kissing her softly on the mouth.
"Yes, I can beloved. I wouldn't want you in any danger because of my over sensitivness but.. I had to miss you for so long.. now that I have found you... I need you with me, Min. I cannot bear it to be apart from you for so long anymore."
"I know, my darling and we will find a way... by the latest when we are married."
Hermione felt her heart swell with love when she heard Minerva say these words.
They kissed once again, Hermione reaching for her lover's hands, taking them into her own and whispering
"I love you, Minerva McGonagall."
"And I love you, Hermione Granger."
Hermione slowly pushed Minerva towards her bedroom, never giving up her lover's lips while asking
"How long can you stay?"
Reaching for Hermione's waist to find the zipper of her dress, she answered
"All night long, honey."
An excited gasp escaped the other woman's lips
"The whole night? Oh... how wonderful." And with a grin she added
"That means I can take my time making love to you."
Minerva grinned back.
"No, that only means I can take my time pampering you."
The headmistress pulled her former student down for another kiss, giggling.
"You are so tall.."
"Yes, and you love it." Hermione teased her by not letting their lips touch, turning her head aside every time she brushed Minerva's hungry mouth.
"Why do you think that?"
"Because of my legs... I can see you staring at them at dinner and lunch... I see your glances when you travel up and down my legs."
Minerva smiled and blushed slightly.
"Oh, well... you do have beautiful legs."
They had reached the bedroom by now and Minerva had managed to get rid of Hermione's jacket, skirt and blouse.
"Oh well, I think I know a spot or two on your body I admire just as much," Hermione smiled at Minerva as she gave up finding some buttons or zipper on Minerva's robes and simply removed them by mumbling a spell that left her lover naked except from lace panties and stockings.
(Dear reader, if you have now difficulties imagining a Minerva McGonagall in lace panties and stockings - please contact the author and complain in the place where all this evil comes from.)
The sudden coolness on her skin made Minerva shudder. A moment later though she sighed in pleasure feeling Hermione cup both of her breasts with her warm hands.
"Would it be very naughty to admit that I have missed these two?" Hermione lovingly glanced down to Minerva's chest, which was raising and falling heavily by now.
"It would, but you are forgiven my love as these two have missed your touch so badly as well."
She pushed the other woman down onto the bed and kissed her face, neck, shoulders... Hermione moaned.
"Gods... what are you doing to me, Min..."
"Loving you, baby." Minerva blinked back.
She blue a few tender kisses over Hermione's breasts and then took her time to worship them. Hermione writhed on the bed, trying to pull Minerva's head up for a kiss or down for... a different kiss... she couldn't really made up her mind.
"Beloved, its not only my upper body that craves attention...the rest of me is boiling, too."
Minerva giggled, "Patience, my dear."
She had no intention to rush things, knowing very well that her lover hadn't yet reached the peak of her arousal. She outlined Hermione's panties with her lips and teeth until she had her panting and out of her mind.
"Yeah, ok Minerva McGonagall... go ahead like that and you will have me dying of anticipation before you could do any good in that place."
Minerva had to laugh at that and Hermione had now made up her mind that it was time to pull her lover back up into her arms so she could claim these teasing lips again with her own, kissing her passionately.
"I love you Min," she whispered, "but I really need you know... dont make me wait."
Minerva kissed her back, smirking
"I enjoy your body too much to simply ravish you."
Two smoky eyes looked back at her in longing.
"Could you ravish me just a little bit?"
They both giggled - this game was just too much fun.
"You know I don't devour sweet things just like that, I cherish their taste." Minerva replied with an ambiguous smile and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Oh yes, I know. No one can nibble on a biscuit as long as Minerva McGonagall."
But Minerva was through with the teasing now and pulled her back into her arms, while removing the last bit of lace from Hermione's body.
"Then be my biscuit?"
They took their turns pleasuring each other until pure exhaustion overwhelmed them. However time was much too precious to be wasted by simply sleeping and sothey laid in each other's arms, chatting and talking.
"So, what have Alastair and Albus found out by now?"
"Nothing really, we've just received two more letters, much the same like the first one and... that's it actually."
Hermione snuggled closer, resting her head on Minerva's chest.
"If anything happened to you, I wouuldn't know what to do." These words were a mere whisper but Minerva understood their meaning.
"Nothing will happen to me, darling." She kissed her on the forehead.
"Aren't you scared sometimes?" Hermione looked up.
"No," came the answer.
Hermione looked into empty space, playing absent-minded with MInerva's long black hair.
"No, of course you aren't. You're head of Gryffindor house, how can you be scared..."
Minerva made her look into her eyes and asked in a sincere voice
"You are a Gryffindor as well my dear - why would you be scared?"
Hermione however preferred not to answer the question but pulled Minerva down for a long kiss. Her hands started to caress Minerva's still naked body, her lips travelled down to her neck, gently nibbling the sensitive skin.
"You still up for long and slow?" she asked.
A purr was her answer.
To be continued