Tuesday came along too quickly for Minerva's liking, scanning the class as they all was writing about transfiguring something into something else Minerva couldn't even remember what she set them to do. God this was not good when did the strict and professional Minerva McGonagall forget what she was doing. Noticing the young witch sitting at the front scratching away at her parchment clearly involved in what she was doing a smile came across her face then noticing the figure next to her the smile vanished and the stern look crept on her face again and she went back to her work. Looking up again she noticed Hermione's long legs and Minerva imagined ruining her hand up those soft legs. She shook her head to get rid of the image within her mind. This wouldn't do. She imagined Albus's smug face if he was to use occlumency on her at this minute. Thank god he could no longer use it whilst in his portrait of course he never needed it when it came to her. This angered her he was the only one who could see right through her of course Miss Granger could as well but that seemed to be an endearment. Sighing and feeling a bit silly for letting her mind wander she began to go back to work but her mind had different ideas. She allowed her eyes to close as the thought of her kissing Hermione's neck as her hand slithered down her naked stomach a moan escaping the younger witch. Hang on the elder witch eyes opened suddenly that moan sounded more like it was in the room not in the mind. As her eyes flickered open she saw Ronald's had snaking up Hermione's skirt and up her inner thigh. Seeing Hermione's eyes close with passion Minerva's eyes went to a slant forgetting where she was.

"Mr Weasley maybe you could not have your hand up Miss Granger's Skirt and more on the task. Then maybe you would have a fighting chance of getting a NEWT." Her eyes flicked to Hermione

"Miss Granger I would of thought better of you, if you believe my class to be some sort of sexual fantasy then I except you both to leave this instance but separately if you don't mind." Hermione went the same colour as Ron whose face resembled his hair colour.

Feeling a little disheartened that she let her anger take over Minerva went back to her task and it wasn't long before the class had ended and she was dismissing the students. Ron rushing to the exit, waiting for Hermione, noticing she hadn't moved he moved back and gave her a questioning look. Whispering to Ron saying she was having a word with McGonagall, Ron didn't think about this mainly as it wasn't unusual and thinking it was about work he left her to it. Minerva hadn't even noticed that Hermione was still there until she looked up and a quizzing look etched across her face.

"Miss Granger?" Feeling a little uncomfortable this had been the first time they had been alone in a little over a year.

"What was that?" Hermoine feeling her anger bubble.

"What was what?"

"Don't start, why did you embarrass me? You have never done that and what's with the Miss Granger all of a sudden?"

"Miss Granger when you use my classroom as some sort of sexual aids then I need to step in I'm afraid" Minerva quite taken aback by this unusual Hermione one that was not in check with her emotions.

"I would have stopped him you didn't need to worry about that. What do you think I am some sort of hussy who can't say no? Plus you still haven't answered my question why with the formality you haven't called me Miss Granger since 2nd year well apart from that brief period in fourth but still." Hermione was now inches away from her teacher breathing hard after shouting. Minerva became all of a hot a sudden having Hermione this close to her with all this tension was not good for the elder witch. Deciding enough was enough she stepped in.

"I have had quite enough of this now when you have calmed down Miss Granger I will be in my office ready to talk but until then you need to act like the mature witch I know you to be, and for your information I know you are not a hussy." Minerva stormed out of the classroom and into her private room the intensity of the situation had become too much for her. Hermione ran back to her Dorm fuming all the way but what she couldn't get out of her mind was the way that Minerva had been so distant with her over the past few months. That's where the anger was coming from not what had just happened in the classroom because to be frank that shouldn't have happened but because her professor was never distant with her and it was the first time since the start of school that she couldn't read her.

Meanwhile back in Minerva's private dorm the elder woman was panting and moaning very hard. Writing with pleasure as the slender things was pounding harder and harder. Rolanda Hooch was Minerva's release since she could remember. Knowing the witch had a lot of pressure she knew that sex was one way she could de- stress the headmistresses. Although she never been needed in the middle of the morning straight after a lesson. Fists clenched around the quilt, as Rolanda placed her mouth on the nipple of the older woman. She hadn't had this much trouble, giving Minerva her release since never. Minerva was becoming more and more frustrated as she her moans became more short and unresponsive.

"Oh Ro" Sliding her tongue up the neck of the older witch Rolanda seemed to know what the problem was.

"Just imagine it's her" she stated in a husky tone. As if by magic Minerva began to relax and could feel her body tense up with the orgasm that was about to wash over her. Rolanda moved down her body placing her mouth across the elder woman's clit. Fingers were still pumping at her folds, Minerva's juices now running down Rolanda's fingers. She felt Minerva's walls began to clench she was close and with another lick of the clit Minerva's orgasm hit.

"!" The scream erupting from the elder witch. Relaxing on the bed Minerva began to take sense of what just happened she had just imagined having sex with one of her students. Rolanda stared at her boss with concerned eyes.

"when are you going to tell her?"

"I can't tell her I'm her professor and" She was cut off before she could finish.

"You love her, you have since her fourth year since that faithful day at the Yule Ball when you noticed that was no longer a girl but a woman. Everyone knows and I think all the staff would like it you were happy. Then I can go and find myself a nice woman." A smile forming after the young woman thought of her finding a nice woman. Only to notice the headmistresses getting up and walking to the bathroom door, knowing she was to leave she sighed got dressed and left the strict professor to her thoughts.