Christmas Eve
Hermione and Minerva returned back to their home after a visit to Hermione's parents.
"It was good to spend the day with your parents" Minerva stated as she removed her travelling cloak.
"Hmm, yeh" Hermione responded distractedly, as she made her way into the den, without taking her coat, hat or gloves off.
It was a bitterly cold Christmas Eve and the couple had spent the day with Hermione's parents as they were off on holiday on Boxing Day and Christmas Day they had agreed to spend alone, together, this year. Last year, their first Christmas as a couple, they went to the Burrow to join the Weasleys and Potters in the festive celebration. All was going well until Ron had had one too many and had cornered Hermione and started pawing at her, saying they belonged together and that they should try again. It took Harry and Minerva pulling him away before Hermione was able to grab her wand and cast incarcerous on him for him to realise that he had gone too far.
Tears had run down Hermione's cheeks as his stale alcoholic breath wafted over her face, bringing back awful memories of the time they had been together. Ron would go out for drinks, every night, after work with 'friends' and come back to their shared home where he would start an argument and then force himself on her. This continued for the majority of their short relationship, it wasn't until Minerva had stopped by, unannounced, to catch up with Hermione for the truth to come out. Minerva had popped to the bathroom. When she walked back into the den to resume their invigorating conversation about the latest transfiguration happenings, to find Hermione pinned to the wall, Rons hands raising her T-Shirt over her head, roughly massaging her breasts. Tears running down Hermione's cheeks, her eyes closed in shame. It took Minerva a moment to understand what she was seeing, but once she did Ron didn't know what hit him. He was pulled across the room, by an invisible force and slammed into the wall opposite, and held there whilst Minerva went over to Hermione to check she was alright. Once she'd confirmed this she'd turned on Ron, advancing on him menacingly and told him to remove himself from the building before she did something she'd get sent to Azkaban for. After wetting himself in fear he apparated from the flat to places unknown. Hermione had broken down then, and told Minerva everything.
How Ron had used her low self esteem to wear her down after the war and made her believe that he was the only one who could love her, especially with the scar on her arm. If Hermione hadn't been tortured by Bellatrix there is no way Ron would have been able to convince her that she wasn't worth anything. But having it whispered in your ear for hours on end, and the constant reminder on her arm she had begun to believe it.
Hermione apologised that Minerva had had to witness that. That she had tried to tell Ron that they had company but he hadn't listened.
Minerva had waved off her apology and insisted that none of what had happened had been her fault, and then apparated them away from the flat and to her home in the highlands.
Once Minerva had got her settled in the den in front of the fire and a mug of chamomile tea, the tears finally stopped and Hermione thanked her with a tentative smile.
Since then the pair had gotten closer, Hermione had stayed at Minerva's home, where she could study for her degree in peace, whilst she was in attendance at Hogwarts, coming home on the weekends where duty allowed, until eventually on a rather warm night in July, Hermione had cooked them a lovely dinner which they ate under the stars in the garden and professed that she had growing feelings for her, and if she wasn't comfortable with that knowledge that she would move out from her home and content herself with her friendship which meant the world to her. Minerva had risen from her chair and stalked over to Hermione, placed her hand warmly on her cheek and confessed to growing feelings to, and they shared their first tentative kiss.
Yes, Christmas this year was going to be a better one.
Minerva followed Hermione into the den, and watched her for a while.
She was always introspective after visiting her parents. Never forgiving herself for sending them away. Her parents had forgiven her the moment she explained why she did it and what they had been through that last year, but Hermione was convinced there was something else she could have fact she couldn't go back and change any of it didn't stop her from flagellating herself after every visit. As Minerva watched, Hermione slumped down on the sofa and lay her head back, her eyes closed, her cheeks rosy from the cold, her lips pursed. Minerva approached slowly from behind, and once within reach, leaned down to plant a kiss on those lips, and moved her arms around Hermione's shoulders and neck.
"It was a nice visit, darling, they are both well, and enjoying their retirement. The fact they are going on a round the world cruise and you won't see them for 6 months shouldn't worry you" Minerva says, resting her head on Hermione's forehead.
"I know, I just" Hermione begins, then stops "I don't even know anymore, Min" she says with a slight growl of frustration.
Minerva makes her way around the sofa, and reaches down to haul Hermione up.
"Let's get you out of this coat" she announces as she begins to peel the coat from her body, along with the gloves and hat, once done she banishes them into the closet in the hallway, and then pulls Hermione to her for a hug, that turns into gentle swaying to an unheard beat, their hearts synchronising.
"They'll be fine. We're going to have a lovely, quiet Christmas together. Alexie has the food under control, presents are wrapped and ready to be opened in the morning, and most importantly we're together." Minerva whispers in her ear. She feels Hermione relax in her arms, and feels the stress fall away. Their relationship has always been easy, taken slowly, to build up the trust and affection a solid relationship needs to be successful. They would both do anything for the other.
"We've had a long, highly emotional day, let me run you a bath and then we can go to bed Hmm?" She offers.
"Sounds divine, my love, but only if you'll join me in the bath" Hermione insists.
"Of course, that was implied" Minerva chuckles. She deposits a quick peck on Hermione's lips and then leaves the room to run a bath.
As they both settle in the bath, Hermione in Minerva's arms, so Minerva can wash her front, and run her hands up and down her chest, enticing, Hermione murmurs
"Hmm, Min, this past year and a half with you has been nothing short of amazing. You are my world" It's something Hermione would say often but Minerva never tires of hearing it.
"You are my world too Hermione, I love you" she replies simply.
"Enough to have a child with me?" Hermione ventures. She turns part way so she can look at Minerva's reaction. Her face doesn't give anything away.
After a few minutes of silence Hermione caves, "Forget I ever said anything, it was just a passing thought" and she rises from the bath,and grabs a towel from the shelf.
As she's wrapping the towel around herself, she hears the slosh of bath water as Minerva rises from the bath herself.
"Hermione" she begins as she reaches for her hands. "I thought children of my own had passed me by, I was content to mother the children of Hogwarts until I retired" she confesses. She reaches one hand up to cup Hermione's cheek "I would absolutely love to have a child with you" she finishes with a shy smile on her face. "I didn't know how to broach the subject, as it was something we've never discussed, but the love I have for you is just bursting through me, and I want another to share in that" Hermione just looks at her, dumbfounded.
"Truly?" she asks
Instead of giving a verbal response Minerva pulls Hermione to her and kisses her deeply. She guides Hermione backwards, through the hall and into their bedroom.
The towel is discarded as they cross the threshold, hands roaming freely over each other's erogenous zones. As Hermione is dropped to their bed, Minerva summons her wand and casts a quick spell to transform her clitoris into an 8" erect penis.
Hermione's eyes bug out of her head when she first sees it , but she's soon shuffling forward on the bed to get a closer look.
"Oh Min, how have you been hiding this from me?" she utters as she ducks her head down to get her first taste of Minerva's transformed cock.
Minerva sucks in a breath as Hermione's lips engulf her.
"Hmm, I've never had cause to do that spell before. I thought I was perfectly adequate in bed without it" she replies a little offended at Hermione's reaction.
Hermione raises herself up on to her knees, and shuffles closer to Minerva, she places her arms around her shoulders, gives her a kiss and then says
"Oh you are more than adequate my love, I've never not been satisfied, but I didn't realise that we could make a child the natural way, in the muggle world we'd have to go to something called a sperm bank and select from the offerings there. This is far more." She takes a moment to lick her lips, "pleasing" her eyes are alight as she sees Minerva's eyes close. Her right hand has lowered and is pumping Minerva's cock, working her up into a frenzy.
"Hermione, if we don't slow down, I'm going to do something I can't control" she mumbles, her eyes barely open, her mouth open as she breathes sharply.
Hermione is relentless in her caresses, and Minerva can't contain herself any longer. She pushes her down on the bed roughly, and parts her legs.
A quick check with her fingers, and she finds that Hermione is more than ready for what she is about to do.
She pulls her closer to her and then thrusts her length into her heat.
"Oh, sweet Merlin" she gasps as she feels Hermione's walls encompass her. It's not like anything she has experienced before, the urge to pull out and back in again is too strong, and she's soon rutting into Hermione. Hearing the slap of their flesh echo around the room as they meet only to pull back and do it again. Minerva's grunts a bassline to the higher crescendo of noises coming from Hermione.
A final "Hermione" is ripped from Minerva's throat as her load is shot into Hermione on her final thrust.
"Oh, Hermione," Minerva murmurs as she pulls out. "That was" she stops, she can't think of a word to describe what they just experienced.
"I know, love, I know" Hermione responds breathlessly, looking up at her through eyes that are shining with love and a hint of left over desire.
Minerva takes a moment to wave her wand to restore her original anatomy, and then climbs onto the bed beside Hermione.
"I think I'm going to enjoy trying for a baby with you" she confesses as she kisses down the side of her neck. Her hands begin massaging Hermione's breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingertips. Hermione utters a sigh. She's always been so responsive to Minerva's ministrations. Over the last year Minerva has enjoyed learning all of Hermione's erogenous zones, and even trying somethings that she'd never heard of before. Hermione opened her up to all sorts of wonderful sexual positions and toys. The muggle inventions feature in their playtime more often than not, but only enhancing the experience for both of them. As she runs her fingers over a particular spot, Hermione arches into her touch and Minerva smiles as that spot never fails to illicit a response, and if followed up with her tongue running down the middle of her breasts, she can guarantee that she will have a few less hairs on her head as Hermione's grasp tightens almost painfully, but Minerva loves it.
She can't say that she particularly enjoyed sex with her other paramours. Certainly love plays a monumental part, and having that connection with the other participant, enhances the experience. She had feared that she was just really bad at it. Elphinstone, bless his heart, tried desperately to please her in the bedroom, but she can't remember an encounter where she came from his ministrations alone. The few dalliances she'd had since he passed, her heart hadn't been in it. She just wanted the release, to let the build up of frustrations out in a sweaty, vigorous way, but she always felt more frustrated after those encounters, so she eventually stopped altogether and channelled her frustrations into dealing with the board of governors or the Ministry when they tried to assert their will over the school. Yes, being with Hermione has certainly improved her sex life and her mood.
As her fingers circled Hermione's clit, and she heard the tell tale keen from Hermione's throat she decided her life was exponentially better than it had ever been.
So here's the first chapter to my Christmas offering. I'd like to dedicate this story to Lib Mcgranger who asked me to try writing a story that wasn't in the first person. I don't know if I've pulled it off, but it's been a challenge and I've enjoyed writing it so far.