Chapter 15 ~ A Dream?
Hermione's finger lightly traced along the aged scar to the left of Minerva's right shoulder; it was one of four. She knew the day those marks had been left.
There weren't many in Britain who didn't know of that dreaded day, but she fought back a smile at how few had probably ever seen the marks themselves. Idly her hand slid farther down, caressing her lower back and gently traced another long scar.
"Don't look." Minerva murmured, sleep still lacing her voice. "I'm old and riddled with scars." She went to pull up the sheet, but felt Hermione shift and her fingers wrap around her hand.
"They mark your life." Hermione breathed against her skin, as her hand slid up Minerva's back; before capturing her rosy lips with her own. "Sleep well?" She asked gently pulling away, eyes sparkling with the firelight.
"Have you been up this whole time?" Minerva questioned as she slipped her hand lovingly down Hermione's side.
"What if I fall asleep and awaken to find this has all been a dream?"
The edges of Minerva's eyes crinkled as a rare smile broke across her face, before her soft lilt rumbled from her depths; "Does this feel like a dream?" She leaned forward ghostly touching her lips.
"Hmm…" Hermione murmured as she melted into her lover, loving the way Minerva's lips felt against her own. "No." She finally replied.
"But, I am curious as to what tomorrow will bring?" Minerva stretched out, fingers remaining lightly upon Hermione's waist; eyes remaining inquisitive and open as she finally voiced a question that she should have asked before they ended up in her bed. Because, as dawn approached; so did the consequences.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed...