So here is Chapter 2 for you all! Keep the reviews coming, it's the most divine food for my muse!
Minerva woke up with a start at the break of dawn, drenched in sweat. Her mind was not in the least willing to let her sleep in peace, alternately causing her to see nightmares or highly erotic dreams, both centering around a certain young witch Minerva could not banish from her thoughts.
This time it had been a particularly terrible nightmare, where Hermione had caught her staring at her and in her embarrassment and anger at being secretly watched she jumped from her bed and hexed Minerva out of the room screaming a number of profanities while doing so.
Once she was completely awake the logical part of her brain told her that Hermione would not actually do that to her but it was an unnervingly realistic possibility within her dreams.
"Bloody hell..." She muttered under her breath as she got out of bed. "Minerva... get a grip of yourself you old fool..." Even though she was overjoyed beyond comprehension to know that Hermione was attracted to her she cursed every deity she could think of for letting her find out in such a foul way.
Minerva knew that unless she managed to calm down, Hermione would immediately see though her. They've been friends for a decade now and many times she had the feeling that Hermione almost knew her more than she knew herself. How the young witch never realized that their feelings were mutual she could not understand. 'I wonder when she became attracted to me...'
Unlike her dear friend whom she fell in love with during her final year at Hogwarts, Hermione awoke freshly. A beaming smile graced her lips as she realized that it was Sunday and she would get to spend much of it with the very person she was dying to spend all of her spare moments with.
She quickly jumped out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to take a shower, lest Minerva's keen nose should pick up the faint scent of sex on her skin. 'Sweet God I would probably die of embarrassment if she found out what I had been doing last night...'
With a suspicious bounce in her step she made her away down the corridors passing Neville and Hooch on her way. She happily greeted them without slowing her pace, hoping to avoid a longer chat. As much as she loved Neville she did not want to waste a single moment she could be spending with Minerva.
Neville, with a huge grin plastered on his face, looked after Hermione as she nearly ran down the hall and disappeared out of sight.
"Sickle for your thoughts?" Hooch said shooting him a knowing look.
"Do you think they'll ever figure it out? I'm growing tired of watching them wanting each other..." Neville answered, knowing well that the flying instructor had guessed their growing attraction for each other months ago as well.
"Well, judging from the way they both dance around the issue I wouldn't guess either of them to be Gryffindors, that's for sure..." She said in a sarcastic tone.
"Though Hermione looked awfully happy today..." Neville said contemplatively.
"I'll bet you five galleons that she'll be the first to kiss Minerva!"
"Oh I'll take that any day of the week" Chuckled Neville while grabbing Rolanda's hand to shake it. "But I have to warn you, you'll probably lose. Hermione has been in love with Minerva since before she started teaching here. I doubt she'd ever have the guts to just jump Minerva..."
"We'll see my dear... we'll see..." Hooch answered mysteriously.
Hermione, just like Minerva, did not need to wait for an invitation, she knew the password to Minerva's rooms. She knew this was not a small feat, Minerva was an extremely private person and since Albus's death she was most likely the only person who had free entrance to Minerva's chambers.
Minerva was still in the newly installed shower when Hermione arrived at the portrait hiding her rooms. At first she wasn't really sure why she let Hermione talk her into getting one installed but after a while she had to admit that it was rather nice to let the water cascade down her body.
She had been standing under the shower for some ten minutes now, trying to soak the nervousness out of her body but it wasn't working. And what was even worse, she still became extremely flushed and aroused at the mere thought of Hermione moaning her name in ecstasy.
"Oh God, how am I going to look her in the eyes..." she muttered as she noticed that her nipples grew painfully hard as a particularly erotic image swam to the surface of her consciousness.
Hermione was poised on the bed, back arched, her head thrown back, and her chest heaving as shallow gasps burst from her parted lips in rapid succession. Minerva had to moan at the memory of the young witch and subconsciously let a hand slide across her stomach to a part of her body that needed attention the most.
Hermione chose this same moment to enter the office. She was not too surprised to see the room empty, she would have been quite angry with Minerva if she would have found her at her desk this early on a Sunday morning.
She walked across the office to the door leading to Minerva's private rooms and entered as if it was her own. Now standing in the middle of the small living room she could make out the sound of running water. Hermione grinned to herself. 'I knew she would like showers.'Not having the sharp senses Minerva possessed she failed to pick up the soft sounds of Minerva's increasing pleasure and went about the room, arranging their breakfast that one of the house-elves just brought up. Not wanting to embarrass the woman in case she stepped out of the bathroom in a state of undress she left a note on a spare piece of parchment and left the living room to find a book to read until her friend was ready to receive her.
Minerva, now squeaky clean and a bit more satisfied than half an hour ago, stepped out of her bathroom and was surprised to find the nicely arranged food tray on a small table. She padded over to the table where she noticed a small bit of parchment and to her utter surprise immediately recognized the neat handwriting of Hermione on it.
Breakfast for two. Said the upper side. Minerva's lips curved into a small smile but it melted from her lips the moment she read the other side of the parchment. I arrived a little early. Didn't want to embarrass you in case you didn't have clothes with you in there. I'm in your office.
'Good Heavens!' Minerva thought. 'She was IN here? What... how... bah!...' Her mind was reeling, she didn't quite know what to think at first. 'Ah well... suits me just fine... after all, wasn't it I who stared at her masturbate yesterday?' Deciding that the situation could not possibly get worse she quickly got dressed, choosing something a little bit nicer than teaching robes. She let her hair down for the time being. Hermione always pestered her about it anyway if she didn't.
Hearing the door open in the silent office Hermione glanced up from the book she was engrossed in. Her pupils dilated as she took in the sight of the Minerva McGonagall she loved to see the most. On Sunday mornings she was not the strict Headmistress of Hogwarts, nor the brilliant Transfiguration professor Hermione owed her career too, but a mixture of the two, combined with an entirely different Minerva only a few people knew. She was an immensely charming woman, with a positively hilarious dry sense of humor. But the most important difference was that Hermione noticed that Minerva always let her hair down on Sunday mornings, both literally and figuratively speaking.
For a moment Minerva forgot to exhale the air in her lungs when she stepped into her office. Conflicting thoughts raged in her mind, some still of guilt, some of a new wave of embarrassment and some of silent wonder. Half the night she wondered how she managed to attract the attention of this stunningly gorgeous young witch.
Hermione was in her mid thirties, but the only telltale sign of her age was the tiny bit of gray hair at her temples. Otherwise, Minerva concluded from yesterday's experience that Hermione was blessed with a spectacular body. She often wondered why Hermione and Ronald Weasley never became a couple, not that she minded it much. She always thought the girl was far too good the for him anyway. Resolved that today would be the day when she confessed her feelings she swallowed the lump in her throat.
"Good morning my dear." Minerva said, voice thick with emotion.
Hermione flashed a brilliant smile, pleased with Minerva's recent habit of referring to her with such terms of endearment in private. "Good morning Min." She was possibly the only living soul at Hogwarts who got away with using her nickname. 'I wonder how she'd react if she knew Albus let "Tabby" slip too..." She mused, giggling as she stood up from the armchair she was occupying.
To her surprise Minerva reached out to her with one hand. "Shall we? It would be a shame to let that wonderful breakfast go to ruin..." She said while she took a soft hand in her own and lead a thoroughly shocked and confused Hermione back into her living room.