"What did you need to see me about Miss Granger?" Minerva walked slowly over to her desk.
"Why don't you have a seat?" Hermione began ringing her hands nervously. Minerva pulled her chair out and swooped down; gasping as she the seat made contact with her. Her face reddened even more and tiny beads of perspiration made their way from her temple down her jaw only to be caught up by a delicate finger. Minerva stood up quickly to avoid rocking herself on the seat.
"I-I-I think I'd rather stand" Minerva could barely get the words out. Hermione had to admit that she was enjoying this.
"It's not every day you see your Transfiguration professor completely out of sorts." Hermione chuckled as she took a seat. Minerva shifted uncomfortably.
"Miss Granger!" Minerva warned. "What did you want to talk to me about?" Hermione looked down at her shoes then slowly back up at Minerva.
"Iasonderinfoudaveme?" Minerva's eyebrows knitted together as she whimpered softly. She thought she understood, but she wasn't quiet sure.
"What in bloody hell did you say?" Minerva was quickly becoming cranky. Hermione sighed and bit her bottom lip nervously. Well, if she was going to do this, she might as well make a good go of it. She reached up for the button on her black cloak and with a twist of her fingers and a slip of her hand the garment was off.
"I said..." Hermione looked straight into her professor's bright green eyes. She was possitive this woman wanted her just as much, but it could just be the hex. "I was wondering if you would have me? To break the hex..." With the last sentence, Hermione's eyebrow shot up and that infamous smirk played on her lips. She stepped forward, which was enough reason for Minerva to back up.
"Um... Surely you know you don't have to do that Miss Granger, the hex will only last 24 hours." Minerva tried to be polite. "Besides, I would never take advantage of a student that way." Hermione stepped forward again.
"Oh, it's no problem Professor. I want to do this for you." Minerva took another step back and found herself pressed up against the wall.
"Miss Granger, please..." Minerva begged her to stop. She was hot and the perspiration at the small of her back began soaking into her robes. The hair at the back of her neck stuck to her flushed flesh. She shifted her legs and when her thighs pressed against her anatomy she bit down on her bottom lip.
"I will only touch you if you allow me to." Hermione could feel every rushed breath from the deeply aroused professor. Minerva's tongue darted out to moisten her suddenly dry lips. She took a deep breath.
"Miss Granger, I think it's best if you go." Hermione smirked and took a step back.
"Are you possitive, Minerva?" Hermione watched as Minerva's eyes fluttered shut and opened imediately.
"Hermione!" Hermione turned around and went to pick up her cloak with a slight sashe to her hips.
"Alright, I'm off." She turned her head and looked at Minerva. "I'll see you in class." With a frown, Hermione pushed pass the mahogany doors. Minerva sighed and moved over to slump down in her seat. She jumped and groaned as soon as contact was made. It was only nine in the evening and she thought she should already turn in.
