And back in the Charms classroom…

Chapter 5

Hogwarts School, Scotland, Monday, April 7, 2014

It took a moment to register that Miranda Priestly, the woman who had just finished insulting her ability to teach Charms class at Hogwarts, was kissing her so ferociously that she was bent backward over her desk, only Miranda's arm around her waist preventing her from falling on to it. Good Lord, can this woman kiss! It shouldn't have surprised her. Miranda applied the same level of focus and determination in this moment that she applied to Runway.

The results were astounding.

A forceful tongue pushed through Andy's parted lips and tasted every inch of her mouth. Andy groaned as her body trembled. She was losing control, submitting to Miranda's passion, and Andy refused to give in so easily. They were equals. Andy would not allow the same dichotomy that had formed between them so many years ago to continue.

We are equals! Andy's mind raged. Feeling Miranda pull back, Andy straightened up and promptly ignored the flash of confusion in Miranda's blue eyes, taking the opportunity to begin her own passionate onslaught. Pushing Miranda backward, Andy's lips attacked ivory skin. She guided Miranda toward one of the long student tables and pinned her against it, pressing into Miranda's body closely.

Andy's hands skated over the defined planes of Miranda's back before landing on tightened buttocks. She squeezed the luscious globes, stopping the moan issued through those oftentimes cruel lips by capturing them with her own.

How many years had she dreamt of tasting those lips, sucking on that sharp tongue, forcing Miranda to yield. To lose control. To beg for her touch. To admit to feeling the connection that thrummed between them? Feeling fingers pulling on her robes, Andy ripped her lips away as she muttered, "Depulso," and waved a hand toward a chair. Better. Their robes were off, allowing her to feel the contours of Miranda's body more easily.

Obviously noticing the removal of their robes, Miranda took the time to look at Andy's clothes. She wore a tight, navy-colored, long-sleeved, cashmere Chanel tunic, hip-hugging True Religion jeans, and black, ankle-high, Gucci boots. Andy grinned at Miranda's raised eyebrow.

Miranda wore all black: a long-sleeved, silk Prada top, Armani slacks, and Christian Louboutin studded, platform boots that made Andy's mouth water. Andy felt her facial muscles slacken as she continued to stare. God, she looked sexy. Even her knowing smirk was sensual.

"I see you haven't forgotten all your lessons from working under me," Miranda purred suggestively, her stare arrested by the sight of Andy's chest. Cursing at how apparent her arousal was, Andy fought the urge to cross her arms over her breasts.

"That was a long time ago," Andy growled.

"Hmmm. And yet soon you will be working under me again," Miranda stated, a predatory glint in her eyes as her fingers flicked Andy's hardened nipples. Andy gasped.

"I don't think so," Andy bit out. At Miranda's angry look, Andy grabbed Miranda's face and began to plunder that irresistible mouth, not interested in arguing. Or submitting. She felt Miranda pulling her shirt from the waist of her jeans roughly, and a moment later cool fingers moved over Andy's ribs to cover her breasts. Whimpering at the sensation, Andy ran her fingers through Miranda's hair, holding her head still as their tongues wrestled.

Not content, Andy slid her hands down Miranda's back, massaging the taut muscles, and slipped her hands inside Miranda's pants to cup silk-encased skin. She simply loved Miranda's ass. She pulled Miranda into her as she placed a leg between the older woman's legs, nearly crying out at how hot Miranda's center felt against her thigh even through their clothing. Andy felt Miranda shudder and kept up the motions, thinking furiously, You will submit to me. Miranda's long, plaintive moan encouraged Andy to continue moving Miranda against her.

Miranda ripped her mouth away and pushed Andy's top up, sucking on Andy's nipple through the bra even as her fingers found the clasp and unfastened it. Miranda was voracious, chewing and pulling on one nipple before attacking the other one while Andy tried not to fall down. She mewled, beside herself with need as Miranda continued to torture her breasts with mouth and hands.

However, Andy was determined to drive Miranda just as crazy. She lifted Miranda onto the table and stepped in between her legs, pressing tightly while running her hands up the inside of her quivering thighs. Miranda wrapped her legs around Andy's waist and looked up through lowered lashes.

"I want your clothes off immediately," Miranda demanded.

Smiling deviously, Andy muttered the banishing spell. They gasped simultaneously as their nude bodies moved together. She could feel the proof of Miranda's excitement painting her abdomen, feeding her desire to make this woman hers. Their lips met again, mouths open as their tongues slid together. Andy placed two fingers at Miranda's entrance and waited. Miranda would have to indicate she wanted this.

Miranda's hands pulled Andy's lower body impossibly closer, and she ground her center against Andy's belly. Groaning loudly, Andy barely controlled herself from pushing her fingers inside Miranda's glorious body. Stop fighting me! Submit! Say it! Andy begged silently, needing Miranda to yield, needing for them to be equals, finally.

"Please, Andrea." The words, raw and desire-laden, thrilled Andy. She entered Miranda slowly, so slowly, feeling every glorious inch as the walls surrounding her fingers contracted. When up to her knuckles, she twisted them slowly and began to withdraw them just as slowly.

Miranda sat motionless, body tensed as her hands clenched Andy's shoulders, her head tossed back and eyes closed tightly. She looked like the epitome of wantonness. Andy felt herself clench at the sight. Methodically, Andy pushed in and out, taking her time, feeling Miranda's orgasm building. In this instance, moving at a glacial pace was seemingly Miranda's preference.

"More," Miranda pleaded, her voice hoarse.

"Do you want me to fill you up, Miranda?" Andy whispered as she nipped an ear. "Do you want to feel me, really feel me?"

"Yes!"

"Engorgio." Andy felt a sharp pain as she watched her clitoris lengthen and thicken. She saw Miranda's eyes widen in wonder.

"My God!" Miranda choked.

Andy removed her fingers and guided herself to the entrance. As she slid in, she closed her eyes tightly. Sensations overwhelmed her, and she feared she would come right then. Stilling, Andy felt the contractions pulling her in deeper, and she opened her eyes to meet glowing black pupils, ringed with small bands of blue. Sweat broke out all over her body as heat roiled through her. Grabbing Miranda's hips, Andy began thrusting deeply, not breaking their stare. Do you feel me? I am inside you. I am making you feel this way. Only I can do this.

"Yes!" Miranda shouted, her hands pulling at Andy's waist, fingernails raking across her buttocks.

Picking up speed, Andy tilted her pelvis to push in deeper and felt Miranda meeting each thrust. Grunts filled the air, accentuated by breathless shrieks and constant moans.

"Ah, ahhh, Anndreeeeaaaa!" Miranda screamed, her body slapping against Andy as she climaxed.

Andy keep thrusting, feeling the exquisite contractions around her clit pulling her deeper. It made her burn—the feeling on the edge of pleasure and pain. She jabbed her finger at Miranda's clitoris and shouted out as she felt Miranda's inner muscles grip her powerfully. "Miranda!" Andy cried out as she felt a strong orgasm overwhelm her. Miranda's second climax occurred right after hers, and Andy leaned in, tucking her head into the crook of Miranda's neck while breathing in deeply desperately needed air several times.

Feeling a hand run through her sweaty locks, Andy fought back tears. I waited so long. Wanted this for so long. Never had she believed that Miranda would want her. Hands gently framed her face and pushed her back so they could stare at each other. Miranda's eyes flitted over Andy's face for several moments before she leaned in to kiss Andy.

Once the intoxicating kiss broke, Andy pulled out of Miranda gently. Before she could decide what to do next, Miranda hopped off the desk and kneeled before her, taking the shaft in her hand firmly. She looked at Andy as her thumb rubbed back and forth. "I've wanted this, too, for longer than you would believe."

Miranda stared upward as she slowly drew Andy into her mouth, sucking her in as much as possible. Andy felt the warmth surround her, such hot, hot wetness, and groaned loudly. Although she wanted to close her eyes, she would not have broken their gaze even if a class of first-years had stampeded into the room. Her hips jerked when Miranda's fingers began circling her opening. "Oooh, ah, ah, oh." Andy could no longer control her body.

I'm yours, she thought hazily, ignoring the victorious look in Miranda's eyes as she was swiftly entered by three of Miranda's fingers.

It took only moments before Andy screamed in ecstasy. She could feel Miranda's tongue swirling around her shaft, causing her to shiver as aftershocks spread from that wicked tongue up her spine. She realized that strong fingers were supporting her lower back, massaging slowly. Staring down at the magnificent creature kneeling before her, Andy felt tenderness rush through her, accented by a healthy dose of lust.

Gently Miranda pulled her fingers out as she kissed Andy's bobbing clit softly. She sucked her fingers clean while holding Andy's stare, then smiled widely. "You are addictive," Miranda pronounced in a husky voice, licking her lips provocatively. She rose gracefully and stood before Andy.

"Reducio," Andy said and felt her body conform to its normal shape.

"That's an interesting spell," Miranda drawled. "Use it often?"

Startled, Andy squeaked. "What? No!" Miranda nodded, a thoughtful look on her face.

"Where did you learn it?"

"There's a book in the restricted section of the library called Spells to Improve Your Sex Life. I was curious." Andy shrugged, a bit embarrassed.

"Hmm. Well. I am looking forward to seeing what else you have learned from that book," Miranda said as she ran a finger over Andy's collar bones. Andy trembled, her mind jumping to several other interesting spells she had found.

"Your aunt invited me to dinner. I need to clean up," Miranda said softly. Nodding, Andy turned to their stacked clothes and handed Miranda's articles to her silently. "You can shower in my quarters." Andy pointed behind her desk. "My private rooms are behind my office." She looked at Miranda and gently used her finger to move her signature forelock to the side. Andy did not wish for this moment to end. She loved that they were both sweaty and reeked of sex and hated the idea that they would never share this type of intimacy again.

After another moment of gazing into Miranda's cool blue eyes, Andy led the way to her personal rooms. She allowed Miranda to shower first, knowing better than to indulge in a shared shower even though she salivated at the thought of seeing water slide over that beautiful body. Before they left her rooms, Andy asked quietly, "May I see you later?"

Miranda's apologetic look said it all. "I must spend time with my girls and leave before curfew. Then I will be gone for a few days. As you will no doubt hear at dinner, the Ministry of Magic requested I look into the increasingly concerning problem with dragons attacking humans."

Andy tried not to show her disappointment. What did you expect? Stupid!

"What is this?" Miranda asked suddenly.

Looking over, Andy saw that Miranda was standing next to her desk where a three-inch block of blue chalcedony rested. It was loosely in the shape of a dragon, but the details were only half-completed.

"Oh. Um. Shit!" Andy said as she strode across the room and grabbed the object. Silently she banished the item to her bedroom. Looking up, she met Miranda's stare. She saw just when Miranda made the connection, and she cringed in apprehension.

"You! You have been sending me those dragons for all these years!" Miranda said incredulously. "Did you know about my abilities?"

"No! I just, well, you are called the Dragon Lady, and, I don't know, it seemed appropriate. I like dragons…" Andy petered off as her eyes swung everywhere, as if looking for escape. Oh Jesus! She wasn't supposed to know. I just needed to connect with her somehow, acknowledge her birthday. Let her know she was special to someone.

After a pregnant pause, Miranda spoke in such a tender voice, it brought tears to Andy's eyes. "You made them for me year after year without seeking any response."

Andy dropped her head toward the floor and shifted restlessly from foot to foot.

"How did you do it? Did you transfigure solid blocks of crystal?" Miranda asked.

Andy looked up, scandalized. "No! If I did that they would revert back once I died." Andy shook her head. "I used different stones, depending on the dragon. Like onyx for the Hebridean Black dragon. I transform the stone, one molecule at a time. That's why it takes so long. And if you touch any of them with your wand, it will become animated." She noted Miranda's tilted head and shining eyes. Miranda seemed touched. Maybe she did like them.

"I love them, Andrea," Miranda stated softly. She stepped forward into Andy's personal space and laid a hand on her chest over her heart. "Each one is so detailed and different. You have quite an understanding of them. The Welch Green Dragon is particularly impressive. They are so elusive—I am surprised you have seen one."

"I haven't. I haven't seen most of the ones I made. I used my imagination. I just, I usually close my eyes and allow the magic to flow through me. The end result is often a surprise to me. I—I'm glad you like them," Andy said.

"I do. Very much. Thank you." Miranda stepped closer and brushed her lips against Andy's mouth fleetingly. Then she moved in so that their bodies pressed against one another and delivered a firmer kiss. "I do." With one last penetrating stare, Miranda swept through the door.

They walked in the Great Hall silently, both lost in thought. Once they entered, Andy noticed the dip in conversation. Dinner was in full swing, and students peered curiously at their visitor as they made their way to the faculty table.

Andy's thoughts were in a whirlwind throughout the meal. She did not engage in conversation, preferring to listen as Aunt Minerva, Hermione, and the other professors talked to Miranda. She learned why Miranda was here, and Andy wondered what Miranda intended to do. Admittedly, Andy did not know much about dragons, even though she had always admired the awe-inspiring, cunning beasts.

One day years ago, Aunt Minerva had brought her to Romania to see a gorgeous blood-red Antipodean Opaleye. That breed of dragon was known to not kill humans. It had beautiful, multi-colored eyes and scales that winked in the sunlight. Andy had felt an affinity for the intelligent animal. Not that she hadn't kept close to her aunt, just in case. The razor-sharp teeth, leathery skin, and long claws had fascinated Andy. Best of all, Andy had witnessed the dragon extending its wings fully, taking her breath away with the immensity and strength displayed. Andy never had forgotten that day.

A hand on Andy's arm turned her attention toward Hermione. "Are you coming by tonight?" she asked.

"No. Not tonight," Andy murmured. She withstood Hermione's searching stare and was grateful when she did not press the issue. Andy's eyes strayed over to Miranda, now standing next to her daughters at the Ravenclaw table. She watched them exit the hall and sighed softly.

"Miranda will be leaving tomorrow morning, and I suspect she shall be away for a few days. Will you come for tea tomorrow night?" Aunt Minerva asked.

Turning her head toward her aunt, she acknowledged the invitation with a nod. "Thank you." Andy said, grateful not only for the invitation but also for confirmation of the information Miranda had given her earlier. It wasn't that she mistrusted Miranda, but she knew that the older woman kept much to herself.

"Of course," her aunt responded with a small smile. "Good night, then."

"Good night," Andy replied.

Perhaps she could discuss the animagus training with her aunt tomorrow. And with Hermione, for that matter. Andy felt she was truly fortunate to be in the company of two such accomplished animagi. If anyone could help her reach that next level of mastery, they could. Tonight, though, she would get a good night's rest. She had much to think about. Her life had changed irrevocably in merely one day. Who knew what the morrows would bring?