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Chapter Five.
The words seemed to ring through Minerva's head, bouncing off of the back of her skull and back through her ears. "Would you like to stay the night?"; that is indeed what Hermione had asked, but in no way on Merlin's beard could she do so.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I really ought to get back to Hogwarts..."
"Oh yes, of course, you must..." Hermione answered, getting up giddily from the settee. Minerva watched her stumble over the coffee table, Hermione standing still to catch herself but still swaying slightly.
"Ooh, my head..." She complained, placing her palm to it and squeezing.
"Are you alright dear?" Minerva asked, setting down her glass and walking to Hermione's side.
The young witch leant on Minerva with her arm, smiling weakly,
"I will be fine, just a tad too much to drink."
As Hermione slowly shuffled her way over to the cloak stand, Minerva observed her. Her rounded bottom was accentuated beautifully by the tight fitting jeans, her hips swaying only slightly due to her shuffling. The tight fitted jumper showed the curve of her thighs and the inward shape of her stomach and breasts. Her arms were by her side and her shoulders hunched up toward her ears as if she were cold. Her long hair laid elegantly down her back, the tips curling upwards. Minerva was entranced; she couldn't have even tried to stop the words from coming out of her mouth,
"Hermione. You are in no state to be left alone. I shall see you to bed and then leave."
Minerva knew that she'd done the wrong thing for her feelings, but the right thing for Hermione; The elder witch would have felt more than guilty for leaving the woman in such a sorry state.
"Oh, good..." Hermione smiled again, "Tea?"
Stumbling toward the kitchen and Minerva catching her, she replied,
"No, you sit down, and I will make the tea..."
The kettle was nearly at boiling point, which meant Minerva would soon be in Hermione's company once more. Making the tea had given her a chance to be alone with her thoughts, to be able to collect and bury any feelings toward Hermione. After a few attempts at getting Hermione to the settee, Minerva thought it best to just get her into bed. This is a simple procedure, Min, just see her to bed, make sure she is safe, and away with you, she thought to herself, after all, that's why you stayed, it wasn't anything to do with the fact you couldn't function due to the indescribable beauty of her... She shook her head, wishing to no longer have this conversation with herself. The kettle finally clicked off, and Minerva began to pour the steaming water into the two mugs she'd finally managed to find. Not being used to making tea in a muggle like fashion, it took her another 5 minutes to find the milk, when she heard,
"Minnie?"
Hermione. Calling from her room. Minnie. Oh God.
"Yes?"
"Are you alright in there? Only you've been rather a while!"
Minerva closed her eyes in frustration, her hands either side of the two cups on the cool, marbled kitchen surface. Her teeth clenched and breathing heavily through her nose, she managed to pick up the two cups, switch the light off and walk down toward the bedroom.
Holding both cups with one hand, Minerva tapped on the door 3 times.
"Come in, you didn't need to knock." Hermione laughed quietly. She'd managed to pull on a night dress, a blue grey colour with thin straps. Her clothes pooled on the floor at the end of her double bed, obviously disregarded for much comfier night clothes.
"Here we are." Minerva smiled, placing a mug into Hermione's hand.
She watched Hermione breath in the steam billowing from the mug and take a sip, humming shortly in her throat and smiling with gratitude. Minerva's eyes wondered to the girls thin milky shoulders, her neck harbouring a brown beauty mark on the left. Her short but slender fingers wrapped around the mug in a hug like fashion, appreciating the warmth the cup gave in return. Realising she'd been gaping at the woman for a while now, and Hermione was watching her do so, Minerva nervously avoided the situation;
"How're you feeling?"
"Better for you being here." Hermione answered, placing the mug on her bedside table.
Minerva folded away her curiosity of what that answer truly meant, and instead sipped from her cup. When she returned eye contact with Hermione, the young witch was staring at her.
"Do you like my night dress, Minerva?" She asked, shuffling forward slightly.
"Mmm, yes, it's a very nice colour..." Minerva replied raising her eyebrows, panicked by the question.
"Do you not like the way it reveals my shoulders just so?" Hermione asked in a low tone, slipping the right strap off her shoulder and looking down on it.
Minerva leapt off the bed and turned to face away, rubbing her forehead with hand on hip. What did the woman think she was doing?
"Do you not even like the way it finishes just below my thigh?" Hermione enquired in an innocent tone.
Minerva turned slowly to see Hermione now out of bed, the sheets folded back perfectly, her knee popped slightly inward. Her hair was around her breasts, the strap she had lowered still in its place. She looked upon Minerva with dilated pupils, her fingers curling slightly.
"Hermione, I think I ought to-"
"Minerva. Please."
Hermione began to walk toward Minerva, who in turn backed away against the wall. The youngest witch out stretched her hand for the elders, and with great hesitation, it was met. Hermione led them to the bed and sat them on the edge. Minerva was perspiring; her breathing heavy and a warmth had spread immediately to her nether regions, tingling her senses.
"Just, relax, ok? For me?" Hermione looked longingly into Minerva's eyes, which sent the elders heart beat reeling.
With a sigh and a pause, Minerva awkwardly replied with an unconvincing smile,
"Ok."
Hermione picked Minerva's right hand up gently with both of hers, looking at it like a puzzle. She closed her eyes as her mouth descended on the little finger, the skin smooth and warm from the tea. Minerva gasped and placed the other hand to her chest as Hermione gently and tantalisingly kissed each finger in turn, leaving no strip of skin untouched. Turning the hand over, Hermione began to kiss Minerva's palm, running her nose along the creased lines that splay across it. Minerva was fighting with herself, wanting this so much but hating it all. It was against every rule she'd ever made and promised to herself, but the feel of the young girls tongue slipping in between her fingers gently sent her mind reeling with any logical thought, letting a moan escape from her mouth. Hermione placed the hand she'd been ministering to on her shoulder, straddled Minerva and pushed her back onto the bed. With the feeling of feathered duvet around her, and the sight of Hermione over her, Minerva could all but shake her head.
"I know you want to, Minerva," Hermione began, lowering herself to whisper in Minerva's ear intermitted with kisses on her lobe, "I wouldn't try to otherwise. I see the way you look at me... Let yourself have what you want for once."
Minerva moaned in approval; no coherent words could come to her right now. Hermione threw her head back to free her face from her curly, bushy hair, clearing Minerva's face of the wispy strands that had loosened from her bun. She kissed Minerva on the forehead, and sat up, pulling the night gown over herself to reveal her breasts and lace underwear. Minerva could see a silhouette with a bright white light bursting behind it. It wasn't until she propped herself up on her elbows that Hermione was revealed to her.
With a little "Oh" escaping from her lips, and Hermione smiling, she was instructed to move up the bed toward the pillows. As she went to lay down for the second time, Hermione stopped her. Minerva wondered what she had done wrong, until Hermione reached up behind the elders head and unclasped all of the clips to let her hair fall free. As the last clip was released she shook her had gently to release the wavy locks.
"Lovely." Hermione smiled, as she began to undo the buttons on Minerva's outer robe.
Minerva led back into the soft pillow, taking a deep breath in and sighing it out. Years she had fought with her emotions, only for Hermione, in one evening, to have it all come tumbling down.
When only in her bra and underwear, Minerva began to panic; she was ashamed of her body in front of such a young and attractive thing. She began to cross her arms over her stomach as Hermione kissed her thigh, catching the young girls eye. Hermione gave a tut.
"Do not be ashamed Minerva. I will not judge you. You are a beautiful woman." Hermione brought herself level with Minerva, kissing her softly and slowly on the lips. Minerva's hands slipped off of her stomach to run through Hermione's hair, down her back and onto her bottom. Hermione brought a hand up to one of Minerva's breasts, eliciting a gasp of air that rushed from Minerva's lungs out into the bedroom. The younger witch slipped her hand inside the bra, cupping the flesh and massaging the nipple with her thumb.
"Oh, God." Minerva gasped, able for the first time in 15 minutes to find words. She was aware she was making funny noises, ridiculous faces, breathing as if she had run a mile. But right now, that was the least of her worries. As Hermione played with her tenderly, Minerva too became confident. She rubbed Hermione's back in appreciation, squeezed her bottom when something felt exceedingly good.
"More, oh, please Hermione, more..." Now sat up, she whispered into the ear of the woman who was gyrating slowly on her lap.
Hermione released the clasp on Minerva's bra, allowing her bosoms to fall freely from the fabric. The pebbles nestled in the middle of her breasts had hardened, the release of the friction of the fabric making her shiver with pleasure. Hermione began to suck at the nipple she had left, rolling her tongue around it like a lolly pop, gripping it with her teeth making Minerva inhale sharply. She unconsciously widened her legs as Hermione began to trail kisses down her chest and into her navel, where she nuzzled her jaw bone against it before nipping lightly at the soft and tender skin.
"You haven't been eating properly." Hermione whispered, smoothing Minerva's hip. It was true; The Headmistress hardly had any time on her hands, and when it did come to meal times she didn't have an appetite. Her hips jutted out now, something that had only happened when she lost her appetite during her OWL examinations as a teenager. Tracing the line of the bone, Hermione began to kiss it tenderly, as if she were healing, placing back what should be there. Smoothing down Minerva's thigh, Hermione came to her final resting place. She touched her chin lightly on Minerva's pubic bone, the elders fists now scrunching the duvet. Minerva felt as if she were about to explode, her organ aching to be touched. Every blood cell was rushing to that domain, it throbbed with wanton desire. Minerva arched her back as Hermione pulled down her knickers, over her legs and nuzzled her nose against the top of Minerva's opening, kissing the lips that encased the pounding folds of flesh.
"Oh! Uh!" Minerva shouted, louder than she thought she would have, desperate to feel Hermione close to her again. Instead, a warm air penetrated her pubic hair, and a slick, velvety something slid its way into Minerva. She grunted loudly, moaning long and hard until her chest hurt. Hermione waited for Minerva to stop, allowing her breath to become less painful. She felt Hermione repeat the process again, although hanging very slightly on her all too sensitive nub. She jumped at the pleasure it gave her, leaving the mattress and coming back down with a thump, arching her back and grunting loudly over and over again. Hermione looked up to her and smiled, stopped, and waited again for Minerva's breathing to return to normal. Once again, Minerva felt the same, hot trickling feeling, only this time to slide down, into her swollen centre, pushing past the boundary and into her body. Minerva's mouth hung open as she let out continual moans as Hermione slowly massaged her aching organ with her tongue. The younger witch pushed the elders legs wider, causing Minerva to groan in a higher pitch due to increased pleasure.
"Gràdh, a rithist, mas e bhur toil e." Minerva whispered, her legs beginning to shake with the ever increasing pressure threatening to erupt. Her hips ground slowly against Hermione's sensually slow movements, Minerva's hands reaching down and playing with the young woman's silky soft hair. Hermione slid out of Minerva and placed more attention to her hardened nub, Minerva now shouting in her Gaelic language. Her hips thrust fervently as Hermione's tongue swirled around her, the most amazing feeling she had ever had in her entire life's experience. Hermione began to hum against her, the vibrations sending Minerva mad with satisfaction. Her head was thrust right back into the pillow, her hands had returned to fisting the sheets, Hermione's hand gently massaging her right bosom. As her orgasm mounted she closed her eyes tightly, fighting to push air from her lungs. She managed to squeak "Hermione", who had luckily pulled away and began rubbing Minerva with her fingers in time. As her orgasm pulsed through her, she let out sobs of air mixed with moans. She breathed loudly as it stopped, opening her eyes wide. Seeing stars before her, she lolled her head sideways.
"Are you alright, Min?" Hermione asked, although Minerva thought it sounded as if she were a distance away.
Minerva looked lazily toward Hermione, who had now joined her by her side, nodding and smiling weakly. Looking at the woman, she could see her cheeks were flushed, her lips full from being used, a slight rash covering her chest. Her breasts were racing up and down, all signs Minerva knew too well as arousal. The elder woman pushed herself heavily onto her side, her joints beginning to ache after the physical movements just made, pulling Hermione to her.
Tracing the curve of Hermione's hip, Minerva slipped her hand beneath the young woman's underwear. It was hot and wet, and slipping her fingers in, Hermione made a low growling sound. She bucked up against Minerva slowly, tossing her head back then bringing her eyes to meet the elders. She leant into Minerva, whispering in her ear "More, more, more..." with every grinding thrust. Minerva slid her fingers inside Hermione, penetrating her walls and rubbing her nub with her thumb. Her left hand was at the small of Hermione's back, pushing gently and encouraging her gyrating hips. Minerva bit down hard on her lip and closed her eyes, her own arousal becoming a dull ache once more. Hermione's moans became whimpers, asking to be released, and with one final slide of Minerva's fingers, Hermione's orgasm almightily came with a thunderous mix of cries and moans of pleasure. As she leaned against Minerva, Hermione's breaths became deeper once more, and sleep took her over. Suddenly, almost as if an electric shock had been sent through her, Minerva came to her senses. You stupid woman, she thought, slowly lowering Hermione back onto the bed so as not to wake her. She summoned her clothes, dressed herself quickly and left.
As she walked the quiet alley way, tears began streaming down her face. She looked back to 8A, where she knew Hermione would be sleeping, blissfully unaware of her departure. She placed a hand over her heart, scrunching the velvet over coat she wore in a bid to relieve the pain that overwhelmed her chest. How could you let yourself go like that, all of these years you have let nothing stand in your way. You can control this, and you didn't. What would Mother say? Her mind ranted all the way back to Hogwarts, as she trudged back into her rooms and to her bed. How could you have taken advantage of such a young woman when she needed you emotionally. She'd had too much to drink and probably wasn't aware of what she was doing. Now you've got yourself into a right mess, haven't you? Haven't you?
"Yes, yes, I know, please stop..." She murmured to herself as tears silently streamed rivers down her now pale face.
She stripped herself of her clothes, the garments still smelling of Hermione, and crawled into bed naked. Curled into a foetus position, she punished herself mentally for the ashamed things she had done that night until the sun began to rise.
A/N: Told you I would try harder, I just hope you guys liked it! Please let me know? (Just to let you know, this isn't the end, I don't want any disappointed readers out there!)