This chapter was re-written (14/05/2020). Thank you to Lib McGranger ym lovely beta, who hates time line jumps (I'm sorry). Reviews are always appreciated.
May 15th 1999. 22:45
"So when are you planning on venturing off to Australia?" The elder woman had spent the last 3 months looking forward to the day that Harry Potter was no longer her responsibility, and here she was 16 hours away from that point. The only downside, the young woman who had become a close friend and confidant over the course of the year was also no longer going to be strolling the hallowed hallways.
Hermione looked up from the chessboard sat between them, a sad smile on her lips. "I was thinking I may take a few weeks to get everything in order, then depart. I can't believe it is going to be a whole year away from this place. I know many in the muggle world will go out and adventure, but I still can't shake the feeling it will be a lonely year." She sighed and settled back into the chesterfield. "I will miss this place. I know it holds so many ups and downs for me but I can not say I am happy to be leaving."
"You will always be welcome in this castle Hermione, as long as I am here to open the gates." The Headmistress raised the glass she was fiddling with to her lips, she was going to miss the witch, "I for one will miss our evenings, they bring a rather relaxing break to my week." The empty glass refilling itself with a wave of her hand. "Are you sure you do not wish for another? It is a celebration, graduating with highest honours." She winked at the other.
"My days, Minerva McGonagall are you trying to get me drunk?" Hermione pouted. You can get me as drunk as you like. Bloody hell woman stop flirting with her.
"You can think that if you want, however I would never be trying to get one of my students drunk, even if you are only a student for the next 15 hours 45 minutes." She raised her brow and gestured to the glass on the table next to the young witch. "How would it look if you showed up to your graduation ceremony with a hangover? I would have to…" She trailed off, she would not start to think of punishing the young woman. There are so many ways I would like to punish her.
Hermione gave in and picked up the glass, which automatically filled itself, slowly and took a swig of the maroon liquid letting out a moan of pleasure. "This is good wine, Min." A drop remained on her plump lower lip, and without thought she slipped her tongue out and gently licked it off. She felt rather than saw the reaction of the elder witch, breath slightly hitching in her throat. The Gryffindor slowly beginning to rise within her. Don't say it Hermione, don't say it…. "You know, you never need an excuse to punish me Minerva." Shit, shit, shit ,shit…. She lept up and headed to the bathroom, not daring to glance behind her.
Minerva stared at the retreating form, struck dumb with the boldness. Most definitely a Gryffindor that one. Her mind began to wander to what kind of punishment the young woman would be interested in. Bushy brown hair spread out across crisp clean linen glowing in the sunlight, she couldn't see her eyes as they were occluded by an emerald satin blindfold. Her hands tied with the same material to the bed posts of the bed she shares with her wife. The perfect position to implement punishment. A smirk spread across Minerva's features as she lifted her glass once more and sipped, closing her eyes and relaxing back into her chair relishing the opportunity to indulge her fantasy. She knew she shouldn't, she knew that she was married, but the temptation was too great and as long as no one found out, nothing could go wrong.
Hermione slipped back into the room and stilled at once. It was not very often that she got to witness this woman in such a relaxed state and she was most definitely going to take advantage of it. Staring unabashedly at the object of her desires her eyes settled on the pulse point, drumming a rhythm she was sure was not at all normal. Her fingers twitched to reach out and caress the skin, run them higher and into the hair held in its tight bun, pull her closer. Her breathing started to increase as she could feel her arousal growing. Then the faintest of hitches in her breathing and a pair of emerald eyes snapped open to meet hers.
Neither moved, neither spoke, both knew what they themselves wanted to do in that split second of eye contact, however both knew it was a bad idea.
Minerva gaining her wits first averted her eyes and controlled her breathing to an almost normal level as the younger woman moved back to her seat and picked up her glass again before flopping down. "I still cannot see a way for me to win this game, you appear to have me trapped in all directions. I might as well lay down the king now and give in now." She huffed scouring the board for her next move. Relieved to not be looking into those eyes.
Minerva stared at the board deep in thought. "I could let you win, lay my king down," She commented, reaching out and tumbling the piece over. "But my queen still stands, and therein my dear, lies greatest problem."