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12. Come out of the closet.
By the time the students returned from Easter break, all very well rested and relaxed, and ready to start the new term, Minerva and Hermione had all but shagged themselves into exhaustion. Mind you, exhaustion didn't seem to be stopping them from keeping at it. While their sexual relationship had begun in the Room of Requirement, the list of locations in the castle which had seen their naked bodies was growing by the day. Empty classrooms, abandoned dorms, and cluttered closets had all been christened.
"Gods, 'Mione…" Minerva ground out, as Hermione backed her into the wall of the broom closet they were currently hiding in. Deftly, the younger witch's fingers slid between the older's legs, climbing upward until they found the warm, wet center.
"Mine," Hermione whispered, nibbling on Minerva's lip between kisses. "You're all… fucking… mine…"
Minerva whimpered. "Yours," she agreed. "As you are mine."
The Scottish witch arched into Hermione's hand, as orgasm rippled through her, though she didn't take much recovery time before she asserted her own dominance, and pushed her partner roughly away, only to lunge at her a second later, quickly kneeling on the ground and pushing Hermione's skirt out of the way. Hermione moaned as a tongue swept upward and into her, hips rocking against her Professor's mouth. "So close…" she muttered, fingers curling into Minerva's hair.
Her body shivered as a slender hand snaked upward, under her shirt, until it found a bra covered breast. Hermione quickly reached behind her own back and unclasped the offending garment, allowing it to fall away enough for Minerva to take hold of her highly erect nipple. One pinch and she was gone, release rippling through her and resulting in buckling legs. Minerva eased her to the ground and onto her back, moving her lips to the revealed breast and her fingers between Hermione's thighs. "Again…" the older woman pleaded, straddling a raised leg and searching for a point of friction.
A month ago, Hermione might have teased Minerva for a sign of desperation like this, but not now. Now, she couldn't get enough, and didn't see that changing any time soon. She shifted to offer Minerva a better position to work with, and pulled open the already dislodged button-down so that she could tear Minerva's bra out of the way with her teeth before latching onto a pale breast. Minerva moaned at the contact, faltering in her thrusting rhythm for a moment before violently resuming to shag Hermione blind. "Is this what you want?" she asked roughly.
The anger in Minerva's voice was nothing new. While she was obviously a willing participant, there was still a bit of lingering resentment from the older woman, which Hermione could understand. What they were doing was wrong, and while Hermione had never cared about the technicality, Minerva did care so the younger woman allowed her the anger, at least for now. In another few months she'd graduate, and the rules that applied now would be gone. Afterward, Hermione hoped, the anger would fade away, and her lover would just let herself be happy.
"Yes," Hermione panted. "Gods, I love you…"
Minerva's eyes were beginning to lose focus by now, as her hip movement brought her closer and closer to the edge. "Almost, love…" she whispered.
"Almost," Hermione agreed, pushing Minerva's hand away from her, and shifting so that they were rubbing frantically against each other in the most intimate way possible. Both women moaned softly as the ache built inside of them. "Together…" the younger gasped.
A moment after that, they both stiffened, unable to tolerate any further movement as their bodies shuddered in pleasure. Weakly, Minerva crumbled to the stone floor beside Hermione, relaxing against the cool stone, and allowing the heat to fall away.
They remained silent for a time, before Minerva sat back up and began righting her hair. "We shouldn't be doing this, Hermione," she muttered.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "And yet, we are," came her, by now routine reply to Minerva's equally routine statement.
"Well, if we're going to keep doing this, then you might as well tell your friends so they can start turning in homework again, and ideally, cease pranking me," the older woman said after a pause. "As much as good sense says not to tell a damn soul so I don't end up out of a job, the fact that my class notes keep getting stuck to the ceiling of my classroom is getting rather tiresome. Further, I know your friends are loyal to you, and turning me in would not serve to make you happy, so I gather."
Hermione was surprised at this. She'd been thinking about asking Minerva for permission to tell her friends, and for much the same reason, though she'd been afraid to push her lover. She didn't want to risk scaring Minerva away. As much as it had nearly killed her to be apart from the woman after they'd only kissed, she didn't want to know what it would do to her if Minerva walked away after this. "Alright," she agreed.
"No argument?" Minerva asked, grinning a bit.
"First of all, your reasoning is solid," she replied. "Second of all, I'd already been thinking much the same, and third of all, you just shagged me senseless and if I'm ever prone to be agreeable, post orgasm is prime time for the attempt."
Minerva smirked at that, and then the both of them worked to dress themselves. "Shite," the older woman said, casting a Tempus charm. "I've got to get to class."
Hermione leaned into her lover, found her lips and began to kiss her languidly. "Will I see you again later?" she asked.
The older witch returned the kiss, tension leaving her shoulders as she relaxed into the embrace. "If you tell at least Parkinson today, and she'll cover for you in the dorms, you can come to my quarters tonight and stay over."
The offer thrilled Hermione. Up until now, they'd not actually managed to make love in a bed. Floors, tables, chairs, and everything in between, but never in a bed, and certainly not to sleep. Emotion welled up, and her kisses evolved from lazy to passionate. Minerva returned the gesture, seeming to agree with the importance of the moment, though it only lasted a few minutes before Minerva remembered where she had to be. "Whut?" Hermione asked, as she was pushed away roughly.
"I have class!" Minerva snapped, exasperated. "You… minx."
Hermione giggled. "See you later. Try not to imagine me going down on you while you're teaching the third years."
Minerva glared, rolled her eyes, and then left the closet and her lover behind. As usual, Hermione lingered for a few moments, so that any passerby who might see one of them exit any given location wouldn't see them exit together. After a few more minutes of double checking to make sure she didn't appear too disheveled, Hermione left the closet as well, doing a mental check in her mind to decide when she'd be able to get all her friends privately together. As she figured it, she couldn't tell Pansy and not tell Ginny, and if she told Ginny and Pansy without Draco, he'd have a cow, and if she told the three of them without Harry, then he'd be upset, and if she told those four without the rest of the group, people would end up feeling left out. No, it was far simpler to just tell them all together.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a fake Galleon which she and Paul had charmed to sent messages to members of the Quad League. She alerted them to a meeting, set for directly after supper, and started to make her way to the Library, where she planned to tutor another Slytherin - a second year boy - until Potions class. The tutoring session went as expected, and after collecting her things, Hermione began making her way down to her dad's class.
Surprisingly, on her way down the Potions Corridor, she spotted her dad walking up to Minerva with a look of determination on his face, and opted to hide behind a stone knight to eavesdrop. She had a pretty good idea what was about to happen, and she wasn't about to miss it for the world.
He flicked his wand in her direction. "You may want to brush up on your cleaning charms, Minerva," he stated.
She frowned, not understanding. "Severus, what are you talking about?"
"That was my daughter's lipstick on your collar, was it not?" Severus asked point blank.
Minerva blushed furiously. "Severus, I…"
"I do not, and I mean I do not, need the details," he snapped. "I already knew how she felt. Have you taken complete leave of your senses? I pray that you had enough wisdom to at least wait until she turned seventeen…"
"I swear to you, I did not touch her until she was seventeen," Minerva promised. She left out the bit that the first touches were the day Hermione had turned seventeen, though that had just been a few kisses so Hermione didn't hold the omission against her lover.
"You hurt her, I'll kill you," Severus stated seriously. Hermione grinned, not surprised but loving how protective he was. She hoped, one day, she could be half the parent that he didn't have to be.
Minerva's response surprised her, however. "Severus, if I hurt her, I wouldn't even defend myself. I don't know what the bloody hell she sees in me, and Merlin knows that yes, it's beyond insane that I get involved with her, but damn me to hell I love her. I don't want to cause her any pain. Not anymore."
Severus looked satisfied. "Very well. In any case, it's not likely that I'd need to anyhow. She'd get to you before I even knew something had happened. Still, it's a thing I'm supposed to do; threaten the life of my daughter's significant other. Are you going to marry her?"
"I don't imagine she'd have it any other way," Minerva replied with a sigh of defeat. "Though can we not rush my becoming your daughter-in-law?"
Hermione and Severus, yards apart, shared an identical, maniacal grin. "Good day to you, Miss McGonagall," he replied, rubbing salt in the proverbial wound.
She waited until Minerva had disappeared down the corridor, and Severus had entered the classroom, before she joined him and the other seventh year Potions students in class. Draco didn't resist the urge to comment on how freshly shagged she appeared to be, and she confided to him that she was planning to come out to the rest of the group this evening. Draco passed a note over to Harry, several desks over, to report, and the Gryffindor offered a thumbs up in support before turning his attention back to Severus.
Class passed without further incident, and then after Charms class, it was time for supper in the Great Hall. After the meal, Hermione and the Quad League made their way to the Room of Requirement, which had become their normal meeting place.
"Alright, Hermione," Pansy prompted. "What's going on? You didn't state a reason for the meeting today."
"I have something to tell all of you," she explained. "And I didn't want to tell you one at a time because that would get exhausting so I just called a meeting."
Neville spoke up. "Whatever it is, we're here for you, okay?"
She smiled, remembering Harry's comment about how the group had promised to always support her, no matter what secrets she kept. While she wasn't ready to tell them she was muggleborn yet, she knew that conversation was coming soon as well. Surprisingly, she felt at peace with the idea in a way she hadn't ever before. These were her friends, and they loved her, not her blood. They loved Hermione, and not just Snape, as she was officially now called.
That said, the notion of informing her parents that she'd legally been adopted by Severus still sent chills down her spine. The idea of telling her parents she was shagging her Professor, who was a woman, didn't offer warm and fuzzies either. Alas, that was another conversation, for another day.
"Thanks, Neville," Hermione said to her Gryffindor friend. "Now, some of you already know bits and pieces of this, but the beginning of the story comes to the point of a single fact. I'm gay."
No one looked surprised, and most of them were nodding in encouragement.
"I would say 'duh'," Natalie smirked. "But I'm not sure if that's dismissive and I want you to know I've got your back and it doesn't make me love you any less."
Hermione grinned at the Hufflepuff. "I figured you guys had worked that much out. Okay, part two. My depression last year, was more or less because of…"
"McGonagall," said at least half the group. Okay, so no one was really surprised about that part either.
Ginny was bouncing by now. "Did ya get the girl, 'Mione?" she wanted to know.
With a bright smile, she nodded. "I got the girl."
Congratulations were offered by every single member of the Quad League, and Harry nearly hugged her to death. Draco beat her to the punch of her final point - that those of them on the homework strike would need to start doing homework again - which resulted in a number of groans, mostly from the Gryffindors. It turned out that Paul had kept doing the homework as a study tactic, and simply not turned it in, so he wasn't worried at all. Typical Ravenclaw.
The group stayed in the room, discussing their respective love lives among other things, for another couple of hours. They had been nearly ready to close up for the evening and head back to their respective dorms, when Harry let out a scream of pain and collapsed on the floor, clawing furiously at his forehead.
"Harry!" Hermione shouted, rushing over to her friend. "Harry, what is it?"
"It hurts," he moaned. "My scar. Something's wrong!"
"Go get Madam Pomfrey!" Draco urged Pansy, knowing that of the group, she was the fastest runner.
She was out the door a second later, and returned with the mediwitch in a few minutes. Harry was still writhing on the floor, though Draco and Hermione had pinned his arms down after blood starting trickling down his face, the teen's fingernails doing a fine job at trying to rip out the source of the pain.
A few minutes, and a number of Potions later, Harry lay there unconscious, and Madam Pomfrey let out a sigh. "Miss Snape, please get your father and bring him to the Hospital Wing. And stop and get Professor McGonagall - she's Head of his House - as well. Mister Malfoy, Mister Longbottom, if you two would kindly help me get Mister Potter moved, the rest of you need to return to your dorms. The Headmaster will meet us in the Hospital Wing. I've done as much as I can…"
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