Hot tears now ran down Minerva's cheeks, which Hermione was still holding tightly with both hands. The tall woman tried with all her strength to free her head from Hermione's grip and push her off of her, but the younger woman didn't give in a bit, held her mercilessly and pushed Minerva further onto the bed with all her weight.
"No, Minerva, you don't understand. Calm down. Please look at me, darling. Let me explain."
Her own heart was pounding wildly in her chest, partly from the strain of pinning the slender yet strong woman beneath her, partly from the inner tension of whether the headmistress, used to taking control and giving orders, but wouldn't answer to no one, would actually listen to her.
Relieved, she felt the body beneath her slowly relax. Moist green eyes met brown ones, open and vulnerable. However, Hermione could also see the alertness in them and feel it in the body beneath her, which still held a last bit of tension in it.
She tried not to take it personally. After all, Minerva McGonagall was an old war veteran who had fought in and survived several wars. A warrior who had to be on guard for many decades. A woman who made it second nature to be ready to fight at any moment to protect her own life and the lives of those she loved to the bitter end.
Old habits were hard to break, and that habit was as ingrained into her nervous system as her entire identity. A lioness who could become a deadly weapon in a second, even in her sleep. Gryffindor's leading lioness through and through.
But Hermione didn't let that intimidate her as she took a deep breath to prepare herself for what she had to reveal to the older woman, reminding herself that she was also a lioness, "I'm ashamed of falling in love when I was a student with a woman who was so far out of my league that you couldn't even talk about the same sport anymore."
Minerva let out a snort but didn't interrupt. "I'm ashamed that I had to retreat to my room every free moment to deal with the loud throbbing between my legs because I saw you in the Great Hall, in the hallway, or in class and wanted to feel your hands, your lips and your whole body on me so badly that it almost hurt."
The dark-haired woman gulped at these words and Hermione had to restrain herself from letting her fingers slide down Minerva's neck to trace the movement. "I'm ashamed of how quickly I got wet every time you looked at me, said my name, or praised me for my performance in class."
Slender but strong fingers found her hips and clamped down on them. "I am ashamed that all the fantasies in my head became so loud and pervasive that I could no longer think clearly. I am ashamed that at times I had been so desperate that I would have been willing to throw all rules and principles to the wind if you had given me even the slightest sign that you were interested."
She felt tears at the corners of her eyes, but held them back as she whispered the next words like a secret confession: "I'm ashamed that in those moments I would have been willing to risk your reputation, your career, and your freedom just to spend one night with you."
She licked her lips and forced herself to continue in a clear voice, "I'm ashamed that I couldn't see any other way to prevent this than to put everything in this notebook - my thoughts, my fantasies, my feelings. I'm ashamed that I was so naive as to think they could stay there forever, as if I had cut them out of me like a tumor."
She grimaced at the comparison, which was fitting because that's what it had felt like and she'd been so relieved to be able to unburden herself with it, and at the same time her feelings for the mistress of transfiguration beneath her were never a malignant cancer - entirely the opposite.
"I'm ashamed that I didn't confront my feelings for you after everything was over and I was no longer your student."
She lovingly stroked the high cheekbones under her hands. "I'm ashamed that I didn't at least try and that I was too cowardly to pursue you. And I'm even more ashamed that I let myself get carried away by the tide of expectations and entered into a relationship with a man who has always been actually just my best friend and nothing more."
She sighed. "I'm ashamed that I've avoided you all these years, avoided Hogwarts like the plague, especially when my children started here, for fear that your mere presence would tear me open, expose me completely, and would break me."
Like a ton of weight that had rested on her shoulders for years without really being aware of it, she felt an irrepressible lightness flooding through her after she had pulled her feelings of shame from the darkest corners of her soul and held them up to the blinding daylight where they were crumbling into dust, like vampires who had sucked her dry for years and reveled in her suffering.
They were dead, defeated, and Hermione harnessed the strength and energy coursing through her veins like glowing fire and put it into her final words with all the conviction she could muster: "But never, absolutely never, am I ashamed of everything that has happened between us since yesterday. I will never be ashamed of my feelings for you, which are just as strong today as they were back then, if not stronger. I am not ashamed of you, Minerva McGonagall, never have been and never will be. I love you."
The kiss that Minerva attacked her with was pure fire. Pure, passionate, all-burning and consuming fire as the older woman slid her hands from Hermione's hips over her lower back up to her shoulder blades, pressing both of their bodies together with all her strength so as not to leave even a breath between them. Nothing was allowed to be between them, nothing allowed to separate them.
She kissed her with a hunger and greed that took the younger woman's breath away, and Hermione was only too happy to respond with the same fire as she wrapped her arms around Minerva's neck and tried to pull her even closer to her.
Words were unnecessary. Hermione heard it in every touch of soft lips, in every nibble of white teeth, and in every clash of hot tongues, as if Minerva were screaming them at her. She heard the relief, heard the gratitude and most of all she heard the love in it.
Giving herself entirely to her body, Hermione fiddled impatiently with the base of the blanket that covered Minerva's breasts, the need to feel the older woman's nipples on her tongue suddenly indescribably huge. But just as the blanket gave in to her will and she could already see the beginnings of pale breasts, a squeaky voice behind her interrupted her efforts: "Weesy is bringing breakfast for two people, as ordered."
The two women jumped apart in shock and if Minerva hadn't held Hermione so tightly in her grip, the younger woman would have almost fallen out of bed. Embarrassed, she buried her head in Minerva's neck and suppressed a youthful giggle at the cliched situation, which earned her a light slap on the thigh from Minerva, who at least tried to compose herself.
"Thanks Weesy. Just put it there and I'll take care of the rest. I don't want to keep you from doing your work in the kitchen any longer." Apparently understanding the hint, Hermione only heard the sound of trays being placed on a wooden surface: "Of course, Headmistress. If the Headmistress and Mrs. Weasley need anything else, just call for Weesy."
Hermione turned her head to the house elf in surprise. "How do you know who I am?" she asked curiously. The little house elf's eyes sparkled with joy as she squeaked excitedly and almost in awe: "Every house-elf at Hogwarts knows the great Hermione Weasley. All the house-elves are very grateful for what Hermione Weasley has done for us."
She shrugged her tiny shoulders. "It took a few years, that's true. House-elves were used to being house-elves. House-elves still don't want to be free either, oh no. But the headmistress gives us money and vacation days, yep yep." The elf nodded so eagerly that her big ears flapped.
Hermione could only stare at her in shock, unable to believe what she had just heard. "Weesy is now going back to work. It was an honor for Weesy to have met Hermione Weasley in person. Just call for Weesy if you need anything."
The house elf bowed deeply and Hermione, still speechless, only managed a nod before the elf disappeared.
"Do you still think you haven't done anything with your life?" she heard Minerva's voice in her ear and shivered when she felt warm lips on the shell of her ear and on the back of her neck, leaving soft kisses on her skin.
"I can't believe it..." Hermione breathed, turning her head to the older woman. "You did that?"
Minerva just shrugged her shoulders as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "It took a lot of persuasion and patience, but since you had already done the preparatory work, it had been only a matter of time."
Hermione was speechless and overwhelmed. She never thought she could love Minerva McGonagall more, but in that moment gratitude and newfound love ran through her body like warm honey. She ran her fingers along the older woman's elegant jaw, laced her fingers behind her neck and looked deep into emerald eyes, "I love you."
Before Minerva could even begin to respond, Hermione pressed her lips to the headmistress's, sucking on her upper lip and sliding her tongue into the warm mouth as it opened willingly for her. She didn't know if she would ever get enough of this woman who tasted so much better than Hermione could have ever imagined.
She slowed the kiss as the need for oxygen became overwhelming and pulled her lips completely away from Minerva's to take a breath. Both women were breathing heavily and Hermione's gaze instinctively went to the breasts hidden by the blanket, which were rising and falling in rhythm with Minerva's breathing.
She bit her bottom lip at the thought of the nipples hidden underneath and how much she wanted to feel them between her lips and her teeth. She meaningfully looked into emerald green eyes in which she saw the same lust that she herself felt.
"Even without Legilimency, I know exactly what you're thinking, love, and as appealing as the thought is, we really should eat some food first."
In mock offense, Hermione pushed her lower lip forward and put on her best puppy dog eyes.
Minerva shook her head with a laugh and motioned for her to get off her with a pat on the thigh so she could stand up: "Believe me, you won't regret it if I have a little more energy for you."
Hermione reluctantly slid off Minerva, immediately missing the slim, warm body beneath her as she fell back onto the bed: "Very well."
She devoured Minerva's body with her gaze as the tall woman stood up and walked stark naked across the room to the trays, her long black hair swinging slightly back and forth and reaching to her lower back. Hermione swallowed hard.
"Minerva?"
"Hm?" The headmistress turned to her questioningly, giving the younger woman an unobstructed view of her entire naked front. There she stood before her in the broad daylight, in all her glory, not an ounce of uncertainty in her upright posture. Tall, slim, athletic, small firm breasts, pink nipples, a flat but soft stomach and long legs most women would kill for. Ignoring the renewed warmth between her thighs, Hermione managed to say, "If you want to have breakfast in peace, you should put something on."
Minerva shook her head with a grin and slowly slid towards her again, intentionally adding more momentum to her hips: "The youth of today. So little self-control..."
Hermione tried to back away on the bed, but didn't get very far before her back hit the head of the bed: "I'm hardly considered to be part of the youth anymore. "
"Even worse," replied the headmistress, who now stalked the brown-haired witch on the bed like a predator and had almost reached the foot of the bed.
Well, two could play this game.
Hermione sat up abruptly and knelt on the bed: "So you're telling me that you can concentrate completely on your breakfast while I'm here," she pushed the spaghetti straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and exposed her breasts, eyes fixed firmly on Minerva, who had stood rooted to the spot, "naked", she cupped both breasts in her hands, kneading them slowly, took her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, rolled them and moaned, "willing", her hands moved to down her stomach, slid over her bare thighs, which she spread, still kneeling, and slowly pushed the hem of her nightgown up until Minerva, who had followed her every move like a hawk, could see her wet, shiny labia, "and wet in front of you?"
Minerva stared transfixed at the wetness between Hermione's legs and when a pink tongue pushed out of her mouth and licked her lips, every hair on Hermione's body stood up. She had never felt so wanted and attractive as she did in that very moment, with Minerva looking at her as if she wanted to devour her, and just the idea of those talented lips and warm tongue between her legs made Hermione become even wetter.
But before she could ask herself if she had taken it too far, Minerva seemed to regain her composure, took a deep breath, exhaled and searched Hermione's brown eyes: "You're evil, you know that?"
Hermione couldn't suppress one last teasing comment as she replied with as much sensuality in her voice as she could muster, "The quicker you finish your breakfast, the sooner I can show you how evil."
In a gesture of helplessness, Minerva threw her arms in the air. "Fine, you win, I'll put something on." She grabbed her wand and let the same nightgown she had conjured for Hermione slide over her skin, the only difference that her's was black. "Satisfied?"
"For now."
"Then would you please put your nightgown on again?" In response, Hermione simply smiled and complied with the headmistress's request without objection, who slid the two breakfast trays to the bed with a levitation charm.
Completely forgetting how hungry she was, Hermione pounced on the breakfast in front of her, which was still nice and warm thanks to a warming charm. She closed her eyes, chewing with pleasure, and moaned pleasantly: "God, how much I missed Hogwarts breakfast!"
"Well, that would be something you could enjoy more often in the future."
When Hermione met Minerva's gaze and a raised eyebrow, the Scottish woman added, "Don't think I missed the fact that when you described your dream life earlier, you left out your love life."
"I...I..." Hermione stuttered and lowered her eyes, "didn't want to automatically assume after one night that...that this between us..." She helplessly waved her hand back and forth between herself and the black-haired woman, obviously at a loss for words wrestling.
A warm hand clasped hers, which was still hovering uncertainly in the air, successfully interrupting her restless gesticulating and stammering.
"Hermione," Minerva's soft voice made her look up and the warmth in Minerva's green eyes immediately calmed her, "we spent a wonderful night together, had fantastic sex, confessed our love for each other. What else do you need for you to finally understand that I'm serious and want to be with you? A marriage proposal?"
The brown-haired witch blushed at this blunt statement and immediately saw Minerva McGonagall in her mind's eye, wearing a white sleeveless jumpsuit with a neckline that reached below the bust and legs so wide that the suit could be mistaken for a dress, as she waited for her in front of an arch of white flowers and shawls, while the eternal green expanses of the Scottish Highlands stretched around them and the waves crashed against the cliffs on the edge of where they would tie the knot.
The clearing of a throat broke her out of her thoughts and Hermione realized how long she had been silent and what message she had sent the older woman unwillingly, who looked at her with amusement: "Well, that seems a bit hasty to me and maybe I should divorce Ron first ...but...", she took a deep breath and gathered all her courage while Minerva looked at her eagerly, "I can't deny that I would like the idea of being Hermione McGonagall someday...very much so. "
Fireworks seemed to go off in Minerva's eyes as countless emotions alternated in the green depths: shock, surprise, pride, joy, happiness, love. Tears shimmered in her eyes and her voice was a little hoarse as she spoke, "I like the sound of that."
Smiling in silence, they finished their breakfast, each lost in her own thoughts of a future together. When Hermione had put the trays back on the cabinet in the corner, she noticed the notebook lying carelessly next to the bed, picked it up and ran her fingers over it thoughtfully. "Now are you going to tell me why you were reading in it earlier, Minerva?" she asked her question from before again as she slid into bed next to the older woman with the notebook in her hand.
Shame flashed in the elegant Scottish woman's eyes and now suddenly it was Minerva who tried to avoid Hermione's gaze. Nevertheless, she reached for Hermione's hand, intertwined their fingers and began to explain: "You have to understand... When I found it and read it for the first time, I was firmly convinced that they were the fantasies of your daughter, my student. The idea was so…scary. The age difference between you and me is already quite big - not that I care - but nothing compared to the current generation of students. The thought of this notebook falling into someone else's hands sent me into absolute panic. Because even though I know that I feel nothing but kind concern for my students and also for your daughter, these stories screamed pedophilia so loudly that I was already imagining the rest of my life in Azkaban."
Hermione listened patiently, absentmindedly stroking Minerva's thumb with her own.
"Knowing that they were your fantasies instead was...I just had to read it again to overwrite those scary and shameful feelings I had had the first time. What's more, the idea of you in all of these situations was..." she let out a shaky breath, "…intoxicating, overwhelming, and incredibly arousing."
She bit her bottom lip and Hermione's free hand came up without her doing to free the lip with her thumb and stroke it over it. Minerva's confession that Hermione's fantasies aroused her was like fuel to the fire in the younger woman's womb, and she couldn't help but wonder how the older woman managed to arouse her so much with so little.
"You had your own fantasies while reading mine, hadn't you?" Hermione whispered. The rough rasp in her voice betrayed her excitement and Minerva's eyes, dark with lust, showed her that the headmistress had noticed it too. Green eyes briefly flickered to Hermione's lips before she made eye contact again, swallowed, and breathed, nodding, "Yes."
Hermione couldn't suppress a grin: "Mmh, I had my suspicions when you gave me that slutty schoolgirl uniform yesterday."
Again, a delicate blush spread across elegant cheekbones, which was so rare for the otherwise controlled and distinguished headmistress of Hogwarts and which the younger witch found incredibly enchanting. Nothing made the mighty Minerva McGonagall blush, but she had done it and it filled her with completely irrational pride.
"Tell me about them."
Minerva frowned at her.
"About your fantasies."
Instinctively sensing that Minerva would feel safer sharing her fantasies with her if she felt less watched, Hermione began placing gentle kisses on her shoulder, hoping that the older woman would relax. Looking up between kisses, Minerva had her eyes closed and her head leaning against the head of the bed, clearly enjoying the attention and the gentle touch on her skin.
Her voice was barely more than a whisper, but Hermione understood every word: "Well, there are a few fantasies that are quite similar to yours." Hermione's kisses trailed down Minerva's arm, leaving goosebumps on it.
"In one of them, I'm sitting at my desk working while you hide under it. Your fingers travel under my skirt, up the inside of my legs, but always turn back before they reach my crotch."
Hermione slipped her hand under the covers and enjoyed the surprised sigh from the Headmistress's mouth as she ran her fingers up and down the inside of her thighs as Minerva had described.
"You take your time and it drives me insane. I slide down a little in the chair, hoping you'll finally touch me where I so desperately need it. But you are not so merciful. You pull your hands back and instead of your fingers you let your lips and tongue slide over the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs and I growl in frustration. I've long since given up trying to concentrate on my work. My hands are clinging to the armrests of my desk chair." In analogy to her story, Minerva's hands were clinging to the blanket.
"I'm so wet and finally, oh finally, you take off my panties and I feel your breath on my pussy before you make me come, painfully slowly, first with your tongue and then with your fingers, so many times that I almost fall off my chair." Hermine's hand, which had just slid along Minerva's thigh again, clawed into Minerva's skin at the idea and the headmistress groaned.
"Go on," Hermione urged her, kissing her neck as an apology for her uncontrollably rough grip and sucking lightly on the soft skin she found there.
She could feel the older woman swallowing against her lips before she continued, "In another one, I'm lying in the bathtub in my chambers when you burst in with an urgent matter and catch me with my hands between my legs. At first we're both so shocked that neither of us moves and we just stare at each other. But when I see your eyes sliding over my body under the water and how excited you are by what you see, I keep going until you can't take it anymore, take off your clothes and get into the bathtub with me, from which we don't come out for a very long time."
Hermione now straddled Minerva, pushed the spaghetti straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and exposed her breasts. She sighed at the sight and murmured "go on" before closing her lips around an erect nipple and sucking gently on it while kneading the other breast with her palm, making Minerva's upper body arch.
Her breathing became quicker as she continued: "In my imagination we have been to the Room of Requirement so many times. The possibilities there are simply limitless. The only limit is our imagination. I could tie you there to the wall, to the ceiling, to the floor, conjure up all imaginable sex toys and bring you to the limit again and again until you beg me to finally let you come."
Hermione could feel the warm wetness between her legs as she slid down Minerva's stomach and didn't even bother with the nightgown, instead banishing it with a silent "divesto" from the quivering body of the black-haired beauty beneath her. Completely exposed, trembling with excitement and breathing heavily, the venerable headmistress lay there and Hermione could have sworn she could come from the sight alone if she let her eyes linger on her just a moment longer.
She quickly leaned forward and showered the flat, soft stomach in front of her with countless kisses and licked along Minerva's hipbone to her pubic bone. The older woman's hips thrust against her, seeking friction, but Hermione held her steady with both hands pressed to the bed.
"More," she breathed hotly on the skin in front of her and Minerva readily revealed more fantasies: "There are so many hidden passages in Hogwarts. Many that only the Headmistress of Hogwarts has access to. I could fuck you in all of these passages while countless people walk by outside in the corridors right next to us. You would have to force yourself to be quiet as I push my fingers into you harder and faster."
With a jerk, Hermione pulled Minerva down by her hips so that she was stretched out on the mattress and pushed her legs as wide apart as possible, her eyes fixed greedily on the wet pussy in front of her and she licked her own lipts with her tongue in silent anticipation.
"At night I would take you to the Astronomy Tower and barricade the entrance so that we are undisturbed. Naked and with your legs spread, you support yourself with both hands on the railing while I take you from behind and your moans echo throughout the school grounds. The only sound in the night until you come and scream my name to the stars."
"God, Minerva," Hermione gasped before she finally slid her tongue over wet pussy lips all the way up to Minerva's clit, eliciting a deep gasp from Minerva.
"In one of the greenhouses...Merlin, Hermione, please don't stop...there's a plant...good God...a non-poisonous offshoot of the Venemosa Tentacula...that feels so good...lots of tentacles, lots and lots of tentacles that...arrrrr...oh oh…mmmhhhh…wrap around us, hold us tight and penetrate us everywhere…Hermione please, I need you…I need you inside me…please…aaaaahhhhhh."
With three fingers at once, Hermione thrust so hard and so fast into Minerva, who was so wet that her fingers fit easily. Without tormenting the woman any further, she set a deadly rhythm right from the start, licking, sucking and nibbling on her clit at the same time, while Minerva met each of her thrusts with her hips, hunting for the blissful release that was within reach.
Hermione curled her fingers and found the spongy spot that one's own fingers could never reach and that she knew would drive Minerva mad with pleasure, and she was not disappointed.
With a scream, Minerva's upper body shot up, bucked up, her inner walls tightened like a vice around Hermione's fingers and wild convulsions shook the headmistress' body before she collapsed weakly back onto the bed, gasping for breath.
Hermione also tried to calm her breathing, resting her exhausted but happy head on Minerva's thigh and enjoying the sight in front of her. Minerva McGonagall, headmistress of Hogwarts, one of the most powerful witches ever, always proud, controlled and aloof, lay open, weak and trembling before her and it had been her who had broken down this woman's walls and conquered her heart. No amount of money in the world could compensate for this feeling and Hermione actually wallowed in it.
She could feel the older woman's slowing pulse around her fingers, slowly pulling them out of the wet warmth and looking with fascination at the creamy substance she had coaxed out of Minerva's body. She was so fascinated by it that it wasn't until the last second that she noticed Minerva had sat up. Her head slid onto the mattress as the older woman pulled her thigh out from under her, straddled her, and turned the tables.
She lowered herself onto Hermione with her full weight, successfully pinning her beneath her. Her lips tingled as Minerva kissed her, and she began gyrating her hips against those on top of her, creating a delicious friction that made her moan. Soft lips moved from her lips to her jaw to her neck and she craned her head back to present more skin for Minerva to caress. She shuddered as Minerva found her jugular and sucked on it.
Hot breath hit her skin as Minerva asked, "You know my Animagus is a cat?"
"Hmmm," was the only thing Hermione could say at that moment, too busy feeling and enjoying.
"And you also know that in my cat form I retain my human side and am not a victim of my animal urges? A human in animal form with a human mind?" Minerva's tongue licked from her neck to her ear and found her earlobe, which she nibbled lovingly.
All of Hermione's senses were focused on Minerva's touch and her body on top of her, and she was barely able to follow the headmistress's comments as she felt so good on top of her.
"Did you hear me, Hermione?" Minerva whispered in her ear. "Yeah," Hermione whimpered, now desperately grinding her hips against Minerva's thigh that had slipped between her legs.
"And did you also know that in my human form I retain some of the abilities of my Animagus?" She began to thrust her thigh against Hermione's moist skin between her thighs in rhythm with her words and with each thrust Hermione moaned. "The ability to move quickly", thrust – moan, "see in the dark", thrust – moan, "hear better", thrust – moan, "smell better". As if to prove it, she pressed her nose into Hermione's neck and inhaled deeply. The younger woman didn't know why, but the fact that Minerva was sniffing her made her incredibly wet.
Suddenly the wonderful pressure between her legs disappeared, the warm body on top of her separated from her and the hot breath on her neck gave way to the cool air in Minerva's bedroom. Confused and annoyed at being deprived of her orgasm, Hermione opened her eyes and looked up in frustration at Minerva, who was leaning over her on both hands, grinning down at her.
"Minerva," Hermione groaned in frustration and tried to pull the black-haired woman back down to her, but she didn't give in at all.
However, she leaned down so far that their lips almost touched and looked deeply into Hermione's eyes. "There's something else I picked up from my cat animagus." She licked her lips suggestively and breathed, "My sex drive."
Hermione swallowed hard and listened intently to the words coming from thin lips: "When cats are in heat and the urge to mate becomes uncontrollable, they pounce on their female, pin her to the ground, bite her neck and penetrate her from behind – hard, unyielding and wild. Again and again and again until they are completely spent. Before that there is nothing that could interrupt them, nothing that would stop them. I have never shared this fantasy with anyone. You're the only one I've ever trusted with this. The only one I would consider doing this with. The only one I want to do this with. You're the only one I ever wanted."
Hermione's whole body shook and she whimpered, "Show me, Minerva. Show me everything of you. I want everything from you." She winced as the black pupils in the green eyes in front of her narrowed like a cat's and Minerva's mouth opened to reveal sharp teeth.
"Oh God," Hermione managed just before Minerva turned her around with a jerk, sharp teeth digging into her neck and a hard, stiff member forcing its way deep between her wet pussy lips. Hermione's cries of pleasure echoed off the walls as Minerva placed her full weight on top of her and thrust into her relentlessly, again and again and again.
The notebook that had brought the two women together lay completely forgotten on the floor next to the bed. The two women would only pursue the still open question of how it got to Hogwarts many hours later, when they would be able to think clearly again.
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