AN:
1. Screening charms – don't know if HP has this in the original story but being using this one as a more advanced disillusionment.
2. Thusa a-mhàin translation in English is 'only you'. But I got it from Google so let me know if it is wrong or imprecise.
3. I am still just borrowing from JK Rowling and her marvellous magical playground.
Chapter 21: Indulgence, Evidence, and the Third One
May 7, 2000
A little later
Moments after Ron appeared at their table; Gil Williams, Kingsley's chief of staff apologetically told the Headmistress that the Minister requested for her, as it was time for 'that' matter they talked about.
Harry kissed the woman's one hand, and muttered about her working too hard— on a Sunday, at a luncheon.
"It's a brief meeting Harry. But in case you've left before the meeting adjourned, how about you visit me at Hogwarts tomorrow night?"
Hermione heard Minerva appease Harry and somehow understood that the woman had set aside extra attention for him, and it was not only because the two had become more familial than ever. It was largely due to the fact that it was that time of the year, where everyone was much cognizant of the last war and thus the ugly losses caused by it…
Her best friend responded in affirmative, immediately showing placation on his face at the prospect of spending time with Minerva. That made Hermione irrationally jealous of the fact that Harry could seek and be granted a visiting date with the woman at Hogwarts with no issue at all. She also realized that while Harry was talking of the aforementioned visiting schedule, emerald colored eyes sought hers, but it was too brief and too guarded for obviously that's all they both could afford… Then the woman was off to be the person she needed to be— Minerva McGonagall, unanimously referred to by their kind as the principal witch currently affecting their world.
For another quarter of an hour, Hermione stayed a bit before she decided that it was time to leave the luncheon; convinced that she was unlikely to talk to 'Minerva' again. Sure, the woman may return from their meeting, but she could hazard a good guess that it would be 'The Headmistress', and not 'The Minerva'. She sighed internally and trumped down the longing of her heart before she started notifying her best friends of her departure.
"Harry, Ron, see you at the Burrow later?"
"You're going home?" asked Ron in surprise.
"I'll make one sweep check at my office, then will head home for a bit of a rest before dinner at the Burrow" she informed them.
"Ginny will go there directly from here. But I'm also going home first. Do you want me to stop by at your flat so we can go to the Burrow together?" Harry asked her.
Hermione knew that Harry's question was more about checking up on her with the war anniversary and all the revelations they shared just last year around this time. "It's okay, Harry. I'll just see you at the Burrow." She gave him an assuring smile.
"Okay, Mione… But don't work anymore. Go directly home, you could use a rest. I know you've been pulling impossible hours again at work." Harry responded in gentle reproach.
"Just really a brief sweep Harry at my office, I promise." Hermione kissed him on the cheek goodbye, and when she was also giving Ron a kiss, she heard Harry's jest.
"Maybe we should stop the public displays of friendship so your admirers will not be baffled about us?"
"Admirers? Who?" Ron queried in his usual rising tone when he was curious. "Baffled about us because of what?"
Ron's perplexed questions made Harry laugh. In return, Hermione gave Harry a glare, "It's nonsense, Ron. Harry's nonsense!"
Harry laughed harder, "I'll tell you later, mate." He told Ron, then exaggeratedly kissed Hermione on her cheek just after Ron did.
With a exasperated sigh, Hermione left her best friends but not without giving Harry a light smack for his shenanigans… When she reached her office and saw several missives at her in-tray, she convinced herself that dealing with a couple of them could still be considered a brief sweep, as she promised Harry.
Then half an hour later, Hermione's chocolate colored eyes were scanning over the details of the parchment set on her office desk; at the same time she was consuming with utmost relish the vanilla flavored ice cream that Minerva gave her earlier at the luncheon, yes not directly, but via a Hogwarts elf. Nonetheless, it didn't negate the fact that the woman had made preparations for her to have it.
Another savored scoop and Hermione found that she just finished the cup. Her eyes left her readings and checked that she had definitely finished the cup. She set it on her table and sighed at how much she literally indulged today.
"Good?"
Hermione grinned before her head directed towards the source of such a question.
"Want more?"
Another question, and Hermione thought that the question sounded in her head of how it was about something else…
"Not just good, but the best vanilla ice cream— one I don't think I could get enough of." She answered both questions... Including the one she imagined that was asked...
Hermione set aside the parchment she was reading and leaned back in her chair to properly observe her favorite witch with impossible emerald eyes. The woman was currently standing just inside the door, one shoulder leaning against the frame with arms loosely dropped.
"Is the luncheon upstairs over?" Hermione was curious if the Headmistress managed to escape everyone.
"Not quite. People are still indulging at the ballroom."
"And the Headmistress…? She had enough of indulgence?"
"Is the Headmistress ever allowed any indulgence?
The energy wavering in the air just behind Minerva caught Hermione's attention. The witch had casted a silencing charm. And with its optical attribute, it was most likely paired with a screening charm. It meant that anyone beyond it could only see an empty office and hear nothing.
How could she cast a screening charm inside the Ministry building?
Hermione was once again curious. This time thou, it was in relation to the nature of magical bypassing… Sure, silencing charms could be casted inside the building; employees were generally just required to get clearance and, it was no surprise that Minerva had one, even if the woman was not officially an employee. However, 'anti-screening charms' were laced within almost the entire building and heavily connected with its founding wards. Yet, Minerva clearly had no problem casting one. Hermione marvelled at Minerva's counteracting magic.
In the same vein of thought, Hermione internally smiled at Minerva's automatic meticulousness. And she bit her lips at its implication... The person who had arrived at her office was not the Headmistress, but Minerva, just Minerva.
They silently stared at each other for a few minutes and Hermione realized that green eyes were without the damn walls…
"Hello, Minerva." Hermione tested her supposition and her observation.
"Hello, Hermione." Minerva evidently understood her addressing.
For a few more minutes they stared at each other… Watching and observing and heavily testing their interaction at the moment...
Then Hermione went forth— "Do you want to indulge, Minerva?"
First, a loaded pause. And then a single nod came from the older woman.
Hermione stood up after receiving that kind of response from Minerva for the heavily implied question she served… And then quite efficiently, she magically sent the missive she was working on back to its filing cabinet behind her seat. When she turned back around to face Minerva, the woman was just moving into her space. She was about to ask her if they would just meet outside, as clearly walking out together was not an option when Minerva took hold of her arms and whispered, "Hold tight, darling."
"You can disapparate from inside the Ministry building!" Hermione gasped as soon as their feet landed. "How?" She asked plainly in surprise. And somehow, it registered into her consciousness that Minerva had taken them to her parent's old house in London, where Hermione brought them exactly last year after urging Minerva to leave Hogwarts with her.
"Don't tell anyone." Minerva answered into her ear and then she felt as one hand snaked down to her waist as they moved towards the back door and entered the house.
"I thought only Kingsley was allowed to do that. But he has limitations on where to disapparate from the Ministry premises. And only after he would access the wards and shift them, which he could— being the Minister. And I could guess that only a handful of people even know about such."
Hermione's brain was battling between curiosity and excitement. The way Minerva's arm had wrapped around her was a dead give-away of the earlier implied intentions— that they left not just to indulge for a private chat...
However, Hermione's natural inquisitiveness on the woman's power was bringing out the nerd in her.
"So how can you shift the wards? Officially, you are not even a Ministry employee? How do you do that? Wards are a form of bond with the integral core of a magical entity. Is this one of those you helped set mere days after the Hogwarts battle?"
"More or less, darling."
"So, which is more? Which is less?"
"The ever- curious brilliant brain... Thoroughly attractive."
"You're attracted to my brain?"
"To you, Hermione. I thought it was obvious."
"The only obvious thing about you is that nothing is obvious about you. Everything is multi-layered with anonymity." Hermione mumbled.
Minerva chuckled and then softly whispered to her face, "Take me to bed Hermione. Is that clear enough?"
Hermione bit her lower lip as a spike of arousal ran down her spine and she almost stumbled… As they spoke, she was fully aware of how they were making their way upstairs to her bedroom to indulge. And oh yes, the glassy darker emeralds were plainly telling her of how the woman wanted her right now. And frankly, she wanted the woman as much... But as much as she was tempted to get down on her knees and push away Minerva's robes to immediately have her, she realized how equally she craved to extend this bantering with Minerva, especially when the woman was indulging her by giving answers unreservedly. And so Hermione did…
"Isn't four in the afternoon too early to sleep?" Hermione teased.
"Shocking how the brightest witch is currently scarce on comprehension." Minerva teased back without missing a beat. "Where is the heralded brilliant lady that is so popular these days with admirers at every turn? Especially with those blasted Quidditch players..."
"Oh I don't know about her… But this one—" Hermione pointed to herself, "This one who is supposed to have a golden brain is always faltering when in present company…" Hermione said with a somewhat serious expression, but deep inside she was electrified when she thought she had caught a jealous ping from Minerva's remarks on such Quidditch players.
"I highly doubt the golden brain is capable of faltering..."
"It's nothing but true… as the present company is this magnificent witch who could render anyone into a paralysing state, particularly the supposed golden brain…"
"Surely that is of grievous fallacy."
"Surely we could do a comprehensive assessment of evidence…"
"Evidence of nonsense, I say…"
Hermione held her smile at Minerva's super dry tone laced with impatience. She kept her serious expression but suddenly drew her arms around Minerva's neck just after they shut her bedroom door behind them where she had gently pushed Minerva against it... She maintained her severity and withheld her smile, even when strong arms enveloped her waist. She had every intention to prolong her teasing of Minerva.
"Submitting evidence A… " Hermione started with such a firm tone that had Minerva cocking her head in question of what she was blabbering about.
Without taking her eyes off emeralds, she whispered a spell that freed silky raven hair from its confining bun.
"Many times, all this golden brain could recall is how such luxurious hair looks and feels against one's fingers running through them…"
Minerva's eyes involuntarily closed as Hermione ran her fingers through her hair, starting from the older woman's nape. She repeated the stroke two more times and despite her best effort to play strictly with her evidence exhibition, she could not help herself but placed a soft kiss on thin lips. The action had Minerva opening her eyes, and after a beat, she leaned forward, clearly to have more kissing. But Hermione decided to continue with her teasing and made some space between them.
"Evidence B…" She continued, which earned her a perfectly raised brow after emeralds mock glared at her. A chuckle escaped Hermione, but she quickly schooled back her features with seriousness.
"Evidence marked B, is that no matter how impeccable the de-glamour charm, this golden brain cannot unsee the true, raw and beautiful face of such present company."
Hermione watched as emerald eyes expressed fleeting disbelief, then a bit of wonder, and then apparent acceptance of her pronouncement. Her own heart constricted at the utmost pleasure that eventually settled on Minerva's face.
"Please?" Hermione heard Minerva softly ask, and she understood that the older witch requested her to take down the mentioned charm. It was not lost on Hermione that the request was actually a grant from Minerva to strip the older woman's mask. She expertly did so and after she dropped her wand, her hand gently palmed the raw, revealed face of Minerva.
"I know I just said how I cannot unsee this—" Hermione took a deep breath before she continued, "And yet, you still take my breath away when you let me see you this way."
In response, Minerva let out one of her truest smiles. In effect, Hermione observed that it amplified the beauty in front of her. For the second time, she could not help herself— she placed a soft kiss on Minerva's lips. But again stepped back afterwards.
"Evidence marked C—" she continued, and this time she earned a chuckle from Minerva that midway turned deep when she decided to direct her hands to the first button of the older woman's simple dress-robes. She started undoing the buttons one after the other as she teased Minerva…
"This golden brain cannot comprehend how on earth you were able to hide this amazing body? And more importantly— why?"
Hermione knew that emeralds were boring into her after she dropped the materials away that left Minerva in her thin inner slip. She then went low and manually unlaced the witch's boots and altogether got them off. When she stood back up and feasted her brown eyes on such a body, she had to gather her wits as the need to ravish the woman began. But somehow, moments with Minerva wherein she could tell the woman her uncensored thoughts were equally precious to her, and she chose to take the whole course.
"I'm glad you are not perilously thin anymore. I was afraid you'd get sick with all your skipping of meals because you're always working." Hermione honestly stated her concerns in reference to the woman's too thin body the last time they were together.
"One brilliant witch wanted me to dine properly. And I didn't want her to worry about it…"
Minerva's response thoroughly brought Hermione's heart to erupt in happiness… In her mind, the unspoken two short words of 'For You', was the full meaning of what the woman just said.
"Because for certain, a Mr. Longbottom is unsuspectingly serving information regarding my dining attendance at the great hall to one wizard who is also somehow 'sharing' such 'report' to his best friend. And this best friend is actually this brilliant witch to whom I promised that I would try better…"
Hermione could not contain her gladness and likewise laughed at Minerva's entire disclosure. Truthfully, such exact thoughts just paraded her mind… That the Headmistress was no longer absent during dinner at the great hall whenever the woman was in the castle… and indeed she had learned it from Harry who learned it from Neville...
"But good heavens Minerva, just one year of proper dining and… and... is this really how amazing your body is when not battling with war…?" Hermione ran her eyes again over Minerva and another thought popped into her head and she made a segway… "Did you not join Montrose Magpies because while thick oppressive robes could easily hide this amazing body, a Quidditch uniform would definitely parade it?"
An amused but stunned expression appeared on Minerva's face before a retort was issued, "Albus didn't allow me—"
"Oh please, I am certain that not even Albus Dumbledore could stop 16 year-old Minerva McGonagall from anything if she really, really wanted to do it."
The corner of Minerva's mouth twitched and Hermione knew that what she had driven was spot on.
"So even at 16, you already hated attention in general? To be the youngest professional Quidditch player would not escape such attention for certain! And imagine the countless fans who would gawk at the beautiful face and incredible body of said Quidditch player…"
For a fleeting moment, Hermione had an Internal debate of whether she should be glad that Minerva detested attention but somewhat accepted the ones she was giving the woman, or be sad that Minerva was really that suffocatingly private. She had the desire to examine what it could mean for them but Hermione quenched such particular thought. Instead, she proceeded to sit on the side of the bed to take off her own boots while prodding for more details about Minerva's once upon a time professional Quidditch offer.
"Dumbledore didn't really disallow you to play professional Quidditch, right?" She asked lightly after she had set her shoes aside. When she looked back up at the enticing half naked woman just two feet away from her, another shudder ran through her spine before she also started undoing the top button of her own dress robes.
"No. He was ecstatic that the Magpies recruited me…" responded Minerva who went to sit beside her and took over in undressing her. "Albus was convinced that it was opportune that I get an avenue at such age to dispense my 'unspent' passion before I delved into serious career choices, as he knew I was aiming to get masteries and work at MLE right away after Hogwarts."
The hairs on Hermione's skin started to rise with Minerva's hands slowly undressing her. The seduction charge had shifted and it became apparent that she was now under the spell of wanting to just ravage Minerva. She was already having a hard time maintaining the conversation, yet she knew she was learning unknown facts about the woman and she didn't want to squander the chance.
"Then why—" Hermione started to ask but interrupted her own question, because as often the case, her quick brain made the connection. "Oh you had Dumbledore say to them that he wanted you to finish Hogwarts first. You didn't want people to know that you were rejecting a 'golden' opportunity to play professional Quidditch. You were more interested—" she gasped before she concluded, "Oh you loved academics more, but didn't want anyone to know that, so you passed the rejection off as Dumbledore's doing!"
"Albus didn't mind…" Minerva shurgged.
"Did he actually become your legal guardian before you were of age?"
"We are really talking about this while undressing?"
"Yes, I am curious. So, did he legally have a hold on you at that time when your cousin was still not located?"
"No… But we knew people assumed so, and we never corrected any."
"How was that not challenged…? No, scratch that. Of course he was Albus Dumbledore! Who would challenge the wizard?"
"Precisely… And while my fellow teammates at Hogwarts were threatened by our Head of House—Albus, to keep good school marks or else be taken out of the team, he promised slash threatened me that he'd throw our unspoken cover and let me deal with Montrose if I don't stop reading all the time and start actually having fun… Like playing Quidditch not just during the games but playing more for the fun of it."
Hermione laughed at Minerva's revelation. She could just picture Minerva grudgingly discarding Hogwarts' library and heading to the ground to play Quidditch for the Gryffindors.
"Oh, poor you! Not allowed to study, but forced to have fun." Hermione teased. Minerva dove at her and they rolled onto the bed playfully. Her heart beat faster, not just from laughter but also from their current engagements, as Minerva had now pinned her down on the bed, with only her bodice and Minerva's slip preventing their naked bodies from direct contact."
"I was actually enjoying playing Quidditch, but because of its popularity, I was not enjoying the enormous attention that came with it." Minerva said in mock indignation and then actually tickled Hermione's sides.
"No-no-no! You're exposed, Miss-McGonagall-who-would-not-put-her-books-down! Oh I would beat all my galleons that you are the only one who would rather stay studying at Hogwarts than play professional Quidditch if given the offer!"
Hermione's laughter was resounding in her bedroom. Then she remembered her earlier insane thought of asking Harry to teach her to play Quidditch and that seemed to add to her laughter. Still laughing hard, she somehow told Minerva of it. Of how she thought that Harry would at first be very excited to teach her and then probably kill her after a few sessions in frustration at her.
"That's part of my Evidence—" still teasing Minerva, she continued her earlier jabs and in between chuckles she said, "My brain loses its ability to filter things it aspires to. Minerva Mcgonagall compels this supposedly golden brain to want to do something I am bloody likely to die doing— like learn to play brilliant Quidditch!"
Minerva's lips crashed on hers in response, interrupting her joyful laughter. And naturally, Hermione could do nothing else but respond with fervor…
When they parted for a needed breath, she removed Minerva's undergarments and then assuredly pushed the woman into her back and followed to straddle her. Subsequently, she maneuvered to discard the rest of her own clothes and instinctively closed her eyes when Minerva's one hand reached up and lightly massaged her breast.
"Darling… Mione, you're so beautiful…" Hermione heard Minerva's deep brogue, and when she opened her eyes, she found emerald eyes intensely focused on her face. In answer, she wanted to tell the woman that she could happily drown in such impossible emerald eyes. But Hermione's words already caught in her throat from the powerful sensation coursing through her. And all together got lost when Minerva pulled her down and their lips passionately engaged…
Hermione's impeccable memory of what Minerva liked, and how she liked it, plus her own body seeming to have learned how to bring more pleasure to the woman, resulted in Minerva moaning at a previously unreached volume… Along with the moans, Gaelic words were intertwining with them that Hermione was scrambling to collect and file into her brain so she could translate later. Fleetingly, Hermione promised herself to learn the language and firmly clasped Minerva's hip with one hand to have her mouth suck harder on the woman's bud, while her other hand had two fingers busy with their assured entering and withdrawing movements.
Hermione herself could feel warm all over and definitely fully aroused at just the fact that Minerva had her legs confidently opened to her, but when her now whiskey colored eyes stole a glance upward, she almost came herself at the sight.
Minerva's right hand was on one of her own breasts, clenching it and the uncovered one had its nipple exposing its rock hard state. The other hand was stretched overhead clenching somehow the sheets, and thoroughly showing the woman's wonderful tightened arm. But most of all, the expression on Minerva's face was one Hermione would forever treasure, the woman was utterly in rapture. That led Hermione's ministrations to be more resolute and she poured all the love she could into it… and not long after, they delivered Minerva over the edge.
Delicately, Hermione cleaned Minerva, and cleaned her fingers that she gently pulled out, which were coated with the woman's essence after she let Minerva ride her climax as long as she could. She started softly kissing her way up as she let the woman recover. When she had climbed back and their eyes finally locked, Hermione finally voiced her earlier thoughts.
"I could definitely drown in your eyes when you look at me like that, Minerva…"
"Thusa a-mhàin…"
Hermione heard Minerva's murmured Gaelic words and before her brain could catch up to ask what they meant, Minerva flipped their places and had her pinned underneath. The woman began kissing, nipping, and licking her body and the question vanished in her mind with pure sensation dominating her being.
At some point, when Minerva released the breast she was feasting on with clear direction to go south and ultimately bring her over the edge, Hermione found herself halting the older woman's movement by embracing her tight and then whispered, "Not that…"
Minerva travelled back up and kissed Hermione's lips before she softly asked, "You don't want me tasting you?"
"I do... But not now..."
"Then darling, what do you want?"
"You… inside… I want… I need you inside, Minerva…"
Hermione felt Minerva's hand travel down her body in answer to her want… But then she halted the fingers from entering and instead brought them up to her mouth, kissing them and it somewhat told Minerva that it is also not what she had in mind…
"Alright, tell me what you truly want," a slightly amused Minerva asked while she rubbed their noses in a caress. In such a beautiful face was a clear curiosity of what Hermione wanted… and the hint that she was trying to figure out what it was…
"You… inside…" Hermione repeated her earlier words, pressed her hand on Minerva's backside that brought two cores closer but her other hand summoned a vine dragon heartstring— her wand and passed it to Minerva. "You are the Transfiguration Master of all…"
Amusement was gone and emerald eyes turned into dark glassy ones of apparent wild lust. Moreover, such was evident in the thick-laced Scottish voice that sounded in response, "Are ye sure darlin?"
"Yes. Please?"
For several long moments neither of them moved nor said anything more. When it stretched further and Minerva seemed to be in a frozen state, doubt crept into Hermione. As much as she really wanted to be with Minerva in such a way, not even knowing how the thought came to her, she would not have it unless the woman was certain that she wanted it as well.
"But Minerva…only if you want to…"
"I do, Hermione…"
"Only if you are as certain as I am…"
"I am… Fuck, I do want it with you…"
Hermione shuddered at the manner in which Minerva had confirmed her want… She could not be more aroused now with the obvious lust in Minerva's words… She watched as the woman moved away for a space and watched her make a complicated incantation… And Hermione for sure was in awe at Minerva's graceful proficiency in transfiguration…
A wand dropped into the floor and Minerva's ragged intake of breath brought Hermione into complete realization of the heavy significance of their intentions. Also, at the tight-shut eyes of Minerva, she asked in concern, "Are you okay?"
"Yes…" The breathless answer from Minerva ignited doubt in Hermione's guts but it quickly became utter exhilaration with the rest of what the woman said. "I just— I have only done this during that practical exercise when I was studying for the mastery exam. I forgot about the immense sensation it creates…"
Minerva had not done this with anyone else.
Hermione's pulse shot quicker at the revelation that Minerva had never shared this act with anyone.
Both of them had never.
"Darling…" Minerva breathed into her face after giving her a kiss. With eyes grievously boring at each other, the woman pushed entry into Hermione.
The sharp stretching pain had Hermione gasping. Her body demanded an adjustment since Minerva's transfigured part was incomparable in size to what she had with Minerva's fingers from their previous encounters… more so against her own fingers when she pleasured herself… Attentively, Minerva had stilled, and Hermione's memory pulled their every first time; she wondered if the same recollection was happening with the older woman… Basking in utter pleasure for a diiferent first kind of lovemaking…
Then some delicious moments later, Hermione spoke and she herself was astonished with her very low voice, "Move darling… please…"
Minerva slowly withdrew and then pushed in the entire length for the first time that had them moan loudly together. Hermione gripped Minerva's lower back and they both started that dance as old as time…
Their present movements had Hermione's body quivering like never before… Unable to keep her eyes open, she let herself be reduced with no other thoughts but of the woman in her arms— of the woman she was absolutely in love with— Minerva…
I love you Minerva.
The truest declaration in Hermione's heart swirled in Hermione's mind as thoughts and powerful feelings of making love with Minerva drenched her…
Of loving Minerva with her body… of loving Minerva with her mind… of loving Minerva with her soul… of loving Minerva with all her heart… of loving Minerva with every fiber of her being…
Hermione felt the build to that precipice…
"I love you, Minerva."
And the blinding light consumed her…
When the explosion started to ease and Hermione's mind finally caught up to the here and now, of how Minerva had ceased movement, she opened her eyes and met aroused, conflicted, and loving emeralds… and fighting such— fear…
Then it hit Hermione that the three words she had carefully taught herself not to ever voice out loud to Minerva, for utmost fear that it would make the woman run off— actually slipped past her lips during her highest state of passion…
Fuck.
And just as she had known, these unbidden three words would and it did completely render Minerva fearful…
Fuck.
"Hermione… I… I…"
Almost roughly, Hermione placed one hand over Minerva's lips and interrupted her…
"Minerva, don't…"
Not wanting to let go of the woman despite the ensuing pain ignited inside her from such confirmation of her own fear, she let herself fall into the pit...
"Don't, Minerva... Just let me… just let me love you."
Then she did not allow for any response and pulled the woman down quite firmly and crashed her lips to hers… Eyes closed, she gathered Minerva in her arms and rolled over to have the witch underneath her.
Decidedly without an inch of allowance, Hermione did not permit Minerva's lips have any respite when she began moving on top of the woman to take Minerva in and out of her… In fact, while her one hand had anchored her weight, her other hand had dug into Minerva's luxurious hair to keep the woman's head in place as she crashed her mouth into Minerva's.
But in no time, Hermione could feel Minerva strive to ease her somewhat vehement kisses by responding with tenderness, but not with less passion. When she felt Minerva's hands take hold of her waist and rear to support their movements, she finally let her mouth leave Minerva's and travel to the woman's jaw and neck. She buried her face in Minerva's neck and then sucked on the pulse she located, which resulted in Minerva giving her an almost guttural moan… Knowing how it was pleasuring the witch so much, it amazingly triggered Hermione into her own higher plane of arousal.
"This feels so fucking good…" Hermione cried out and she was surprised with her own words and even more surprised with the ones that followed them. "Minerva, say that it feels as fucking good to you! Say it fucking does..."
"Aye... Dar-ling-it-does..."
Hermione could feel the hot pulsing inside her, and when she moved for better leverage, she bravely opened her eyes and looked at Minerva's face... An enormous tremble ran through her spine after she found the unprecedented glassy state of the woman's emeralds. The desire that was currently staring deeply into her face took her breath away. The intensity was so much that it had Hermione shutting her eyes again. Then she brought back her mouth to Minerva's and asked for the witch's tongue, which she sucked when it acquiesced. Then giving everything and more of herself, she continued to move on top of the woman she loved above all, continued to push the both of them over the edge. And so it was not very long before Minerva started convulsing... And then the released essence inside Hermione triggered her own rapture…
Quivering and panting, Hermione rode the pleasure together with Minerva... And a while later, she made the effort to slide onto her side to avoid crushing Minerva with her weight. When she did, the woman followed her and wrapped her tightly in her arms… Then they meet in a tender kiss…
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End of Chapter 21
Year 2000 – Indulgence, Evidence, and the Third One
A different kind of first time…
