Chapter 14 ~ Irony
Minerva poured herself a fifth drink. Hand shaking as she set the decanter down; blood still thrumming from the kiss she had shared earlier. With ghostlike fingers, she raised her hand until her lips skimmed across her flesh.
"Why the hell did you even kiss her?" Minerva muttered as she grasped the tumbler with a bit more force than intended, causing several droplets of whisky to slosh onto her hand.
A curse about to fall from her lips regarding her own carelessness when the brass knocker sounded through her Manor. To have a visitor this evening, after she had given the elves off not wishing to have company; and Minerva couldn't help but frown at the irony of life.
Shaking her head, she took a sip of the golden substance; before setting back down and sweeping from the den. With deft fingers, she quickly swept up her hair; charming it in place before transfiguring a quill, a piece of parchment and other odds and ends into hair pins as she strode ahead.
It was probably Kingsley or Filius; as she had not owled either back upon returning today. Hopefully, neither wanted advice this evening; she was not in the mood.
The lights sprung to life as she descended the stairs, and she could feel her already sour mood worsen as she crossed the foyer. Long fingers extended outward, and with a snap of her hand; the lock snapped and the door creaked open – and her breath stopped as her eyes met Hermione's red-rimmed brown ones.
"Hermione."
"I can't lose you." She said while stepping forward, not giving Minerva time to react as her fingers wrapped around the elder witch's waist bringing their bodies together.
And Minerva responded without thought, not worrying about Hermione's family, her children, even her husband as she gave in to her body's craving and crashed her lips against Hermione's; momentarily taking the other woman by surprise before she responded with equal fervor.
a/n: :)