A bit of turmoil for the leading ladies in this one but its resolved by the end of the chapter. Thoughts and opinions always welcome.
Minerva sighed softly as Hermione stomped off to the fireplace, the flash of green light from the next room indication enough that the brunette had flooed somewhere. Rubbing her face Minerva heaved a deeper sigh before turning back to look at the rest of the Weasley's. Molly looked utterly apologetic and Fleur and Harry were wearing sympathetic masks.
"Minerva I..." Molly was cut off by the Headmistress.
"It doesn't matter Molly. What's done is done. She will calm down and no doubt send an apology letter for calling you a prat. You how ever..." Minerva turned and looked down at Ron who gulped and looked down ashamed.
"It may pay you to take notice next time a girl says no to you or you might get in a lot of trouble. Hermione is mine, I plan on her staying mine... and I do not like people touching my things." Minerva's tone got cold the longer she spoke and the entire tables occupants shuddered as a chill went down their spines.
"G-got. Sorry, p-p-professor." Ron stuttered out not looking the woman in the eye.
"Right then. I'm off to see if the lass has destroyed my office. See you tomorrow Fleur." Minerva lifted a hand and waved to the rest.
"Bonsoir, Professor." Fleur chimed and picked up her fork. Minerva left through the flew as her love had done.
Hermione was struggling, she rarely got this angry but when she did she often made a serious mess of what ever room she was in. As it were she was struggling not to rip Minerva's office apart. How dare they question her relationship much less her ability to make her own choices. Her magic was spiking and pushing so hard at the physical barrier, she wasn't sure she would be able to hold up for much long.
She was on her third when Minerva stepped out of the fireplace and looked at her. The brunette was fury personified, she wanted to go back and flay Ron for being such a pig. She wanted to tell everyone that they could stick their opinions directly where the sun doesn't shine. She was just deciding to go back and do that when Minerva stepped up in front of her and kissed her hard on the mouth. Hermione was shocked out of her anger as she responded to the needy kiss, she groaned softly as Minerva's mouth opened to let her in while the older woman's body pressed Hermione back into the edge of the desk.
Hermione impossibly pulled the witch closer and Minerva couldn't help but moan at the feeling of Hermione's obvious arousal against her thigh. If only Hermione were a little taller or Minerva a little smaller the headmistress would be feeling that evidence in the most erotic of places. Alas, it was enough to know that Minerva had that effect on the young witch. Minerva couldn't stop herself from rubbing herself against her witch.
"I want you." Hermione broke the kiss only to press kisses and tiny nips along the older woman's jaw.
"No." Minerva stated only slightly huskily.
"What?" Hermione pulled back looking thoroughly confused.
"I said no. I'm not going to take your virginity while you're upset and angry. Third date is on Wednesday, we will wait." Minerva spoke reasonably which was why she was a little surprised that Hermione pushed her back.
"You've been teasing and toying with me for weeks and I tell you I want you and you tell me no? Fuck..." Hermione pushed past Minerva and headed for the door.
"Hermione! Where are you going?" The older woman was a little confused by what was happening.
"To take a really bloody cold shower and then go to bed. See you tomorrow." The witch bit out before storming out of the door and slamming it behind her.
It immediately dawned on Minerva what he problem was. It was as Hermione had said, she had been teasing and toying with the witch for weeks. Getting her hot and leaving her bothered. It only now occurred to her that that wasn't even a little bit fair on Hermione. She instantly felt sorry but thought better of going after the witch, instead she aimed to let the witch take her shower and cool off, figuratively and literally.
Turned out that apologising to Hermione was easier said than done as the brunette seemed hell bent on avoiding Minerva. The Headmistress had gotten up first thing and went to the brunettes quarters hoping to catch her early. It was a Sunday after all, who would be up so early on a Sunday? Well apparently Hermione Granger would be, though Minerva wondered if the Transfiguration Professor had gone to sleep at all.
Feeling decidedly deflated the Headmistress made her way down to the Great Hall, again no sign of Hermione over breakfast. Minerva was decidedly less fun during breakfast but Rolanda had managed to convince the Headmistress to host a welcoming party in her quarters for Fleur. She had been contemplating it any way since the dinner at the Weasley's seemed to have been a bit of a flop.
Lunch time came and went and still no sign of Hermione, Minerva attempted to use the house elves to find her but they refuse to locate the witch for her. Apparently Hermione had threatened them all with clothes if they dare give her up to any of the staff. Entirely defeated Minerva stomped back to her quarters where she started doing paper work. That was going well until defeat started to evolve into anger at the brunettes apparent immaturity.
Minerva had done Hermione a favour whether the witch wanted to believe it or not. There was no doubt in her mind that if Minerva had slept with Hermione last night the brunette would have regretted it. Hermione was angry and not thinking clearly and would no doubt come to apologise to Minerva any minute now for being such a berk. Accept she didn't.
In fact Minerva didn't lay eyes on Hermione until after dinner that evening when the faculty had arrived at her quarters to throw their little party for Fleur. The French witch had shown up a couple of hours before dinner, just enough time to settle in before heading down to be introduced to the students and eat with the staff. She had inquired where the blonde had been but no one had an answer.
When Hermione showed up for the party she smiled at Fleur and greeted her, sharing a hug even, before explaining to the group she had locked herself away and done the grading she had been a little behind on. Minerva tried several times to speak with the witch but Hermione refused to be alone with the woman. Frustration was mounting in the older witch the whole night and eventually it got down to just being Minerva, Fleur, Hermione, Rolanda, Poppy and Pomona left in the Headmistress' living space.
"So seriously, what's the biggest you've had?" Shockingly enough it was a very drunk Poppy who asked this question.
"11 but he was no thicker than your index finger." Rolanda chimed immediately.
"Bill is a nice 8 but quite girthy." Fleur donned a dreamy expression as she imagined her husband.
"It's been rather standard for me. Nothing memorable enough to want to measure." Pomona offered with a shrug.
"How big are you Hermione?" Minerva's first mistake was asking. Hermione blanched.
The other women, except Fleur and Minerva, laughed at this question. Rolanda looked thoroughly amused at Minerva's blunder, of course she had no idea what level of blunder it was.
"Hermione can't answer that." Poppy pointed out with a nod.
"To hell she can't. Hermione is packing." Minerva was too drunk to realise what she had done, she sobered quickly when Hermione stood abruptly.
"Thanks for that, you bloody arse." Hermione hissed with tears swimming in her eyes. The brunette bolted.
"Minerva!" Fleur hissed angrily.
"Bloody fucking dammit." Minerva growled out the others all looked shocked.
"Seriously? Hermione has a? But she's a gorgeous woman." Poppy trailed off looking confused.
"She 'as both but this is no longer a topic of conversation and so 'elp me if anyone outside of this room learns of this I will 'unt you all down and make you wish you were never born. You are just lucky you are my boss. Go and fix this." Fleur spoke harshly and it had all those present looking a little anxious, the veela was decidedly scary.
Minerva didn't even nod she simply became the tiny little tabby cat and dashed out of the room. She used the cats senses to find the young witch, surprisingly enough Hermione was outside the castle and had use her own animagus form to get down to the Black Lake. The tabby cat sat back and watched the little brunette sitting in winters first snow sobbing into her knees. Silently the older woman became herself again and stepped up to Hermione.
"Go away Minerva, you've done enough I think." Hermione sniffed out without looking at the woman.
Hermione had spent the entire day in the Astronomy Tower in seclusion marking papers and thinking of a way to adequately apologise to Minerva, of course she realised after her shower that she was being a prat but at the same time Minerva really did push her buttons. There was no doubt in her mind that Hermione wanted the older witch and she wouldn't have regretted sleeping with Minerva but she could see the woman's point, she just hoped Minerva could see hers.
Now how ever, Hermione's deepest secret had drunkenly been revealed to people she didn't know well enough to trust it with. Certainly she enjoyed Poppy, Ro and Pomona's company, they were an awful lot of fun unless you were a student. That didn't mean she wanted a heap of people to know she was sporting a cock. Merlin, she hadn't even told her best friends, three people she considered family to her weren't privy that information. What right did Minerva have to tell anyone?
"Hermione please, I know I buggered up. Let me make it up to you?" Minerva pleaded softly.
"How? How the fuck do you make that up to me. My biggest secret! Two people knew! TWO! And you just blurt it out like its common knowledge." Hermione half shouted half sobbed.
"I know! Hermione I don't have an excuse. I was drunk, and dumb and I was mad at you for ignoring me all day. But that doesn't make any of it ok and I know that! I'm sorry Hermione." Minerva's own eyes filled with tears, she really had messed this one up.
"You damn right it doesn't make it OK." Hermione turned away intent only ignoring the woman.
"Hermione I... why don't you tell people?" Minerva whispered her question. Hermione laughed.
"Tell me Minerva, when Severus called me an 'insufferable know it all' was that just his opinion or the entire staffs? Its no secret to me that you all hated the effort I put in. You were all obligated to encourage it, but you all hated it. More work for all of you and my essays were always so in depth. I've told you what my life had been like, even without people knowing I have a dick they still didn't want anything to do with me. Some how I got lucky enough to develop a few friendships. Why would I fuck that up by telling people what a freak I am?" Hermione turned and looked at the headmistress with her damp lashes and swimming chocolate eyes and Minerva felt her heart break for the young woman.
"They wont tell anyone I can promise you that but Hermione you aren't a freak." Minerva finally moved around and knelt in front of the young witch.
"Then what am I?" Hermione sniffled not looking at her. Minerva knelt and gently, using a finger under the younger witches chin, made her look up at her.
"You are the brightest witch of the age, you're a war heroine, an inspiration. You are a very beautiful young woman, a woman I am finding myself very in love with. That is why I know I can not make up for what I did to you tonight, but I will try." Hermione searched the emerald eyes for deception but found nothing but sincerity.
"You... you love me? Even though i'm a... even though i'm not normal?" Hermione whispers.
"Baby, you've never been normal and that has nothing to do with your anatomy. You're unique and special and incredible and that is all to do with who you are not what's in your pants." Minerva smiles gently and Hermione sobs softly.
"I cant believe you just blurted it out." Hermione rubbed at her face.
"I'm so sorry darling." Minerva dropped down to her knees and Hermione nodded. There was a slight pause before Hermione moved to her own knees and wrapped her arms around the older woman.
"I love you too. Which is why it hurt so much." Hermione murmured against Minerva's neck.
"I know, love. If you think of a way I can make it up to you... I'll do anything." Minerva held her little witch tight.
"Anything?" Hermione asks pulling back with a grin.
"I feel i'm going to regret it but... yes anything." Minerva smiled and Hermione smirked.
"Ok good. I'm going to keep that in mind." Hermione stated as she let Minerva pull her off the cold ground.
"Alright now... care to spend the night with me?" Minerva inquires hopefully.
"I was planning on it before you outed me..." Hermione trailed off and Minerva pouted.
"So I might as well." Hermione finished with a grin.
"Brilliant. Lets just run back up to the castle then, it's freezing out here." Minerva urged and turned into a tabby cat without another word. Before she could take off back to the castle the caracal had gently grabbed her by the ruff and carried her swiftly up into the castle. As indignant as that made her she couldn't argue that the bigger cat was faster.