A/N: My enthusiastic cheer team jumped the gun yesterday so I didn't get my customary reminder this morning and consequently just completely forgot today is wednesday! So sorry, loves! Enjoy!
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The smell of bacon woke Hermione up and she sat up in a panic as she tried to reacquaint herself with her surroundings. There was music playing in the kitchen and it turned off suddenly.
"Good morning, Leannan," Minerva said softly from the archway. She was leaning on the wall in such a way that Hermione's heart fluttered. Minerva blushed and busied her hands with the tea towel between them. "I let you sleep, you seemed to need it."
"I -" Hermione blinked as she took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of breakfast. "Did you go out?!"
"To a little corner store I know of." Minerva chuckled at Hermione's indignation. "I was quite safe and I left you a note." She nodded towards the coffee table and Hermione looked around trying to find it.
She snatched it up and couldn't help the smile at the curling script Minerva favoured when she wasn't marking.
My darling love,
I am quite famished and need something substantial to ward off this exhaustion. So I am going to the shops to get us a proper breakfast. You looked so beautiful sleeping beside me, I could not even bring myself to kiss you. I will, however, have you owe me one when you wake.
Hermione looked up with a cheeky grin and Minerva chuckled and wandered over.
"I owe you, huh," Hermione chuckled.
"Oh, I jest, but you do not," Minerva whispered.
Her fingers, cleaned on the tea towel that she dropped on the back of the sofa, traced Hermione face then down over her neck and pressed against her chest, over her bare breasts and her scars. She sat back as Minerva wanted her to and Hermione eyebrows arched as Minerva straddled her thighs. She felt the apprehension, despite Minerva's movements, and soothed it quietly.
"I do believe I must owe you for letting me sleep," Hermione said softly. She beckoned Minerva closer and kissed her gently.
"If we are talking about owing things, Leannan, I believe my ledger is very much in the red."
"We aren't," Hermione smiled. "There is nothing owed, not ever." Minerva made a face, but Hermione pecked her lips and made her smile. "Not to me, Min."
Hermione kissed Minerva deeply, taking the opportunity to slide her hands over the woman's thighs and pull her close. With their thoughts so tightly mingled she wasn't sure which one of them moaned, but the sound vibrated against her lips.
"The bacon will burn," Minerva muttered between breaths.
"I don't really care," Hermione murmured as she pulled Minerva's face closer and slid her tongue between her lips. Minerva's hands sank into her hair and Hermione breathed out audibly through her nose at the feeling.
"Darling," Minerva breathed as she pulled away. "After breakfast. We haven't exactly eaten properly since we got here."
"I take offence to that," Hermione laughed as she nibbled Minerva's collarbone. "I thought I fed us perfectly adequately."
"Oh, yes actually, you did," Minerva conceded. "But now it is my turn and now we're going to have a proper fry up and then -" She cupped Hermione's cheeks with a genuine smile. "I would like to take you back to bed, if I may?"
"You would?" Hermione blinked.
"I very much would," Minerva smiled. "I want to spend the day curled up with you, loving you; just being with you. I remember a day when I wished for nothing more than that. So," she shrugged. "May I?"
Hermione kissed her hard as the smell of bacon got suddenly a lot stronger.
"Oh bother," Minerva muttered as she rushed back into the kitchen.
Hermione leaned back on the sofa and laughed at the sudden turn of events. This was exactly what she'd imagined it would be like and she smiled as she felt Minerva's mind brush up against hers, like a cat.
"Come on then," Minerva called. "I have coffee too, if you're sick of tea?"
"How can someone ever be sick of tea?" Hermione called and got the laugh she expected in response. "I'll be there in a tick," Hermione called.
She stopped in the guest bathroom, seeing as it was closer. She could not hide the smile on her face in the mirror as she twisted her hair up and summoned a robe from their room to join her love at the table.
"Well that is a damn shame," Minerva chuckled as Hermione joined her. Hermione smiled demurely and pretended to take it off. "No, Leannan," Minerva chuckled as she pulled the robe back together and tied it efficiently. She tapped Hermione's nose and pecked her lips. "That's all we need, you burning your bonny breasts on the baked beans."
Hermione fell about laughing as Minerva served her breakfast. By the time she'd managed to get herself under control, her coffee was going cold and she leaned over to kiss her love.
"I love you, have I told you that today?"
"You can tell me as often as you like," Minerva mused. "It wouldnae do me wrong to know it." Hermione reached over and joined her hands as she started eating. She moaned around a mouthful of bacon and Minerva smiled demurely into her tea. "Tell me again how you don't care if I burn the bacon?"
Hermione poked her tongue out and held out a forkful that Minerva had no issue with stealing.
"Delicious," Minerva sighed. "If I do say so myself."
"How did you know I was pining for a coffee?"
"I know you prefer it in the mornings," Minerva shrugged. "It stands to reason that even if you were drinking it because the tea in Hogwarts is abysmal, you might still miss it."
Hermione grinned at her and they ate quietly until they both sat back with a sigh.
"Good idea, mo gràidh."
"Ooh," Minerva chuckled. "Did I displease you?"
"Huh?"
"There are levels of love in Gaelic, love. Mo gràidh still means 'my love' but not as deeply as mo gaol. You would perhaps use that for a very dear friend or family member."
"Huh. Why is this bloody language so complicated," she groaned.
"Because the bloody English nearly wiped it out, and some of it has been bastardised in the time it's taken to come back?" Minerva grinned as she sassed back.
"Ah," she winced. "Point taken." Hermione cleared her throat. "One more time?"
Minerva grinned and went through it again until Hermione nodded.
"So, there's like several hundred ways of saying my love?"
"Aren't there in English?"
"I dunno babe, you tell me."
Hermione squeaked as a piece of bread shot through the kitchen and smacked her on the noggin.
"MINERVA!"
"Just reminding you," she laughed as she got up and threw the bread onto the counter. "That I am no one's babe, babe."
"Oh." Hermione made a face. "Yep. Got it."
"Come," Minerva smiled as she flicked her wand to start the washing up. "What are we reading?"
"Reading?" Hermione blinked. "You're planning on reading to me?"
"I thought I might try mah hand?"
"In your accent, are you sure that's wise? I can't guarantee we'll get past the first page before I'll need your hands on me," she grinned cheekily.
Minerva's face went bright red as she gaped at Hermione and the younger woman got up while she laughed and wrapped her arms around her lover and rocked them slowly.
"I have told you time and time again, lover," Hermione whispered in her ear. "You are the sexiest woman in this universe. Your tongue doesn't even need to be touching me to make me wild."
"Bloody hell."
Hermione was still laughing as she stepped away but Minerva had other ideas. She pulled Hermione back into her body and kissed her hotly. Somehow, in the ensuing rush, Hermione's back hit the wall and she groaned as Minerva pushed open her robe and mouthed her way down to her breasts.
"Fuck, yes," Hermione groaned. "Here, Min," Hermione insisted. "Please."
Minerva's head popped up comically and Hermione laughed even though Minerva's hand was still questing over the sensitive skin of her chest.
"Will you? Please?"
"Sure?"
"Minerva," she groaned. "Yes!" Please!
There was just a moment of trepidation as Minerva hesitated. Just as Hermione was about to come to terms with it not happening, Minerva pressed back up against her and pressed her against the wall with a strong hand.
"I will not have you accommodating my fears," she muttered. "I will have you, right here."
Hermione's head clunked against the wall as Minerva yanked her robe down her arms and kissed her hotly. The force made Hermione moan and though she could feel Minerva's hesitation, her stubborn streak won out.
"I feel like, in all the moments I have struggled, I have neglected to tell you how utterly divine you are," Minerva muttered in Hermione's ear.
The words were nice but the smoke in her voice was what made Hermione moan and wrap her leg around Minerva's hip. The older woman took it in her stride and held it there while her other hand quested lower.
"Tell me if I -"
For the love of Merlin, woman. Fu -
Hermione's groan was deep in her chest as Minerva slid inside of her. Though she'd been more than happy to give Minerva everything she'd ever wanted or needed while her own pleasure simmered on the backburner, now that they were here, all she wanted was more.
"A ghaoil, cho fliuch 's a tha thu. Dè cho foirfe 'sa tha thu dhomhsa."
Oh, my love, how wet you are. How perfect you are for me.
Hermione arched as the words in her head translated Minerva's voice and she clung to her lover like she was the only person left on earth.
"That's it, my darling. You are so beautiful," Minerva whispered. She sounded so shocked that she was allowed to do this, Hermione couldn't help but laugh.
"I love you," she breathed as Minerva started a rhythm for her. "I love you with everything."
It didn't take very long before Hermione was rocking her hips in counterpoint to Minerva's hand and as her body wound up, she couldn't keep quiet.
"Minerva!" She squeaked. "Min -"
Minerva fingers, long and steady, pressed as perfectly as they could against something inside that made Hermione's knees go weak.
"I have you," Minerva hissed as she slid her arm under Hermione's leg and pressed her harder against the wall as they wouldn't fall. Hermione gasped as it deepened her thrusts.
Hermione was trembling. Her planted leg was going weak and her breath was coming in short bursts but Minerva was playing her body like a song. She curled around Minerva as she tensed and felt it starting.
"Oh," Minerva gasped. "Leannan, yes -" Hermione shook as her body broke apart under Minerva's hands. "Oh, my love."
"Oh my god," Hermione whispered, partly overcome by just how strong the spasms were and partly a little embarrassed about how short a time it has taken her to fall apart.
"No," Minerva soothed as she kissed Hermione's neck and shoulder over and over. "Don't you ever be ashamed. I am -" She sounded amazed. "So impressed. You are so beautiful and sexy, my love."
Hermione dropped back against the wall and Minerva smiled at her as she withdrew and eased her leg back down to the floor. She spent a little time massaging Hermione's hip until Hermione nodded for her to stop.
"Holy shit, Min," Hermione laughed.
"Are you okay?" Minerva checked before she let go. Hermione swallowed around her dry throat and nodded. Minerva summoned a cloth and wiped Hermione's brow and then trailed it down her body. "Let me care for you?" Hermione nodded again as Minerva tended to her and threw the cloth back towards the sink as she held out both hands. "Come back to bed with me, Leannan."
The whole thing was so surreal that by the time their fingers tangled together and Hermione was pushed gently into bed, she was fighting off the giggles.
"This whole situation is so ridiculous," Hermione laughed as Minerva shucked her robe and settled in beside her. "But I'm going to tell you something for nothing, okay?"
"Hmm?" Minerva asked as she settled. Hermione stopped her and cupped her cheek.
"You are a magnificent lover, Minerva McGonagall, and I cannot wait to experience all the things we are going to experience in our lives together."
Minerva grinned bashfully and shuffled closer. She kissed Hermione gently and deepened it when Hermione lingered against her lips.
Minerva pulled away with a groan and Hermione, for just a moment, saw herself through Minerva's eyes. It made her smile and Minerva cupped her cheeks.
"As soon as I glance at you a moment, I can't say a thing, and my tongue stiffens into silence," Minerva whispered.
"Who -"
Minerva blushed.
"Sappho," she chuckled. "It seemed apt, if cliched."
Hermione grinned and opened her arms for her love. Minerva settled into them with a sigh.
"More Gaelic?" Hermione offered.
"Do you mind if we don't?"
"Not at all," Hermione chuckled. "We could read, if you like. I'm just happy to be here with you."
"We'll think of something," Minerva muttered as she snuggled under Hermione's chin.
For the barest hint of a moment, Hermione wished their positions were turned as Minerva shifted. Just as she was about to ask what she was doing, Hermione was flipped and she squealed at the sudden change.
"Minerva!" She laughed as she just about managed to keep herself from falling on top of her.
Minerva laughed as well and brushed Hermione's hair back and cupped her face.
"Come 'ere," Minerva whispered. Hermione settled and let out a deep sigh as she, now, settled against Minerva's chest. Those long fingers traced up and down her back and then over her face. "Hermione," Minerva asked quietly.
"Hmm?"
"What do you want to do with your life?"
"Huh?"
"After this," Minerva said gently. "After the war. What did you have in mind?"
Hermione picked her head up and blinked at her.
"Why?"
Minerva laughed.
"I am just making conversation, darling," Minerva smiled. "I wondered if you have put any thought into it."
"I don't really know," Hermione mused. "The boys want to be Aurors." She turned up her nose. "I do not. I also feel like everything has changed. The plans I had tentatively considered aren't really important to me anymore. I was just a smart mudblood -"
"What did you just say?"
Minerva stared at her.
"I'm a -"
"I told you," Minerva hissed. "Do not you call yourself that!" Minerva protested. "Don't you dare."
"And I told you," Hermione insisted as she leaned up. "That it holds no weight for me. I am a muggle born witch. What is worse, now, is that I am also a creature." A pit opened up in her stomach as she realised that she had made Minerva that as well.
"Don't," Minerva warned softly. "Don't do that -"
"But I -"
"The majority aren't my biggest fans anyway," she chuckled. "I am not concerned about a few stuffy old men suddenly turning their noses up at me outright, when they weren't ever interested in anything I had to say before."
"Min, you've seen how they treat Remus, and House Elves. It's different."
"Then it is," Minerva soothed. Minerva rolled them once more and settled between Hermione's thighs. "I am not worried."
"Min -"
"I," Minerva smiled as she leaned down to kiss her. "Am not worried. I have so very little reason to interact with the Ministry these days. If their small-minded bigotry means that they will undermine me for whatever time I have left -" Hermione made a noise of protest but Minerva soothed her with another kiss. "Like you, whatever this has made me will not define me. You define me, I define me, Leannan, I do not need anyone else's validation."
"Min, I -" Her head dropped back against the pillow and Minerva took the opportunity to kiss under Hermione's chin.
"Will you trust me to stand by you in these moments, love? Will you trust me to be with you in all of our moments?"
"You know I do," Hermione muttered. "You know -"
"Then trust me now, sweetheart. This is what matters now." She pressed a long kiss against the skin above Hermione's heart. "Right here."
"God you are so romantic," Hermione groaned.
Minerva laughed as she kissed a path up to her lips and kissed her properly. Hermione hummed against her lips and luxuriated in Minerva's wandering hands.
"Oh," she gasped as Minerva slowly, but surely, started exploring her body. "Min, you don't -"
"Mo Leannan," Minerva said gently as she traced the edges of her scars. Hermione shivered. "You have made me feel so loved, so cared for." She hesitated. "So sensual." Hermione breathed out a moan. "All the while you were learning this part of yourself and dealing with me and my nonsense?" Minerva wrapped her lips around Hermione's nipple with a hum. "Let me show you the wonders you have shown me. Let me give you back a fraction of what you have given to me."
Hermione gripped the back of Minerva's head as the woman showed her what a difference experience makes.
"Stay still for me?" Minerva breathed against her ear. She traced the shape of Hermione's ear with her finger. "Your words have inspired me to want to explore your body as I should have in the beginning. I want to show you how beautiful you are." Hermione arched at the gravelly words.
"I will do anything for you," Hermione nearly sobbed.
Minerva smiled against her skin and straddled Hermione's middle. There was something so sexy about the way she hovered about Hermione's belly in an oversized t-shirt while she tied up her hair in a messier bun than usual and Hermione's heart fluttered that she got to see Minerva this way. The muscles in Minerva's thighs and in her arms caught the low light and made Hermione sigh. Minerva grinned at her and settled back over her.
She started in her hair, massaging Hermione's head and neck for a moment, before she kissed Hermione deeply.
If Hermione thought Minerva was having issues with her imagination she was horrifically wrong. In no time at all, Minerva had started something inside Hermione's body that only she could quench.
"Oh my god," she breathed. "Min -"
"Just enjoy it, my darling," Minerva soothed. "Breathe with me -"
"I cannot breathe, what are you -"
Instead of stopping like she perhaps would have done before, Minerva paused momentarily, as if to assess the thoughts and feelings she could, before realising that Hermione was well on her way to breaking apart.
With a devious grin, Minerva bit down on the soft part of Hermione's hip and tickled her fingers from her ankles up to her knees
"Min -" Hermione begged. "Please!"
"Oh when we are ready, my beautiful witch. When we are ready."
"I'm ready," Hermione insisted. "I'm so, so, ready."
Lost in the feelings and desperation coursing her body, Hermione opened her thighs while she pleaded with Minerva to soothe the heat burning her from the inside.
"You are so beautiful," Minerva whispered as she made intricate patterns on the insides of Hermione's thighs. Hermione realised belatedly that they were slick with desire.
"Hush, Leannan," Minerva whispered. "Let me love you."
There was a feeling that seemed to be throbbing between them. It pulsed as Hermione's heart beat.
"Can you feel -"
"I can," Minerva whispered. "Let us test it," she grinned. "In the spirit of research."
Hermione groaned as Minerva laughed through her nose as she pressed her face into Hermione's stomach. She bit down and left a mark, just below her belly button and Hermione groaned at Minerva's thoughts of the future.
"Not today," Minerva whispered almost to herself as she pulled off her shirt. "Not today."
"Oh Minerva," Hermione breathed as she came to rest on her properly. "Please. Please just -"
Fuck me.
Minerva kissed her with purpose as her fingers started exploring Hermione's centre.
"So beautiful," Minerva whispered. "So soft." Hermione keened and pressed her heels into Minerva's arse. Her fingers gripped Minerva's skin and she moaned and trembled against her lover's skill.
"How blind I was to this," Minerva muttered, almost to herself as she leaned up a little and looked down. Hermione's hips were rocking desperately and her breaths were coming in bursts. Minerva moaned as her fingers slipped inside. Hermione whined as they were withdrawn quickly.
"Min!"
Hermione looked pleadingly at Minerva. Her thoughts were constant begging for Minerva to simply give in.
"You want me to give in, love?" Minerva asked as she teased Hermione's clit. "Just take what I want from you?"
Please. Mas e do thoil e.
Minerva was the one to groan now as Hermione put into practice the thing she'd learned. Minerva didn't wait much longer. She knelt between Hermione's thighs and pulled them open over her legs. Hermione didn't even have the sense to be embarrassed by the sudden show she was exhibiting. Instead, she begged, again, for Minerva's touch.
"I love you, Hermione," Minerva muttered as her free hand pressed down on her stomach to keep her still. "I love you like fire."
Hermione arched as Minerva slid inside. She heard and felt herself speaking but she did not know the words. Her back arched as she came almost immediately, aided by Minerva's hot hand on her stomach.
"Min-" She grasped and almost sat up as the feelings wrenched through her. "Erva."
"My god," Minerva whispered as she caught her and held her close. "You are -"
"Please. More."
Minerva pulled her up, over her thighs like Hermione had done to her that first night. The feelings of possession from Minerva were stifling and Hermione clutched at her shoulders as she began to writhe.
"Oh god, oh god." Oh god.
Minerva was entranced and Hermione only got wetter as she felt what Minerva was feeling too. A third finger slipped inside her and Hermione went wild.
Minerva encouraged her with soft hands and quiet words and Hermione wished she could give Minerva this feeling as well.
"Oh -" Minerva muttered. "What -"
Their bond pulsed and suddenly Minerva's hips jerked into Hermione's, pushing her fingers with a little more force and making Hermione gasp.
"Are you -"
"I can feel -"
Hermione clenched and Minerva jerked her hips again. Their somewhat controlled love became frenzied as every twitch Hermione made echoed through Minerva and she cried out as Hermione tightened her body and encouraged Minerva to go faster.
"Take me," Hermione breathed. "Feel me."
Minerva started moving with such purpose that Hermione could only breathe. She wrapped her arms around Minerva's head and rocked her hips in counterpart to Minerva's hand and before long, she shook as her body crested.
"Hermione!"
"Minerva!"
They came within moments of each other and trembled for a lot longer as they came down.
Hermione found her voice first.
"Did I hurt you?"
"Did I?"
Hermione breathed out a laugh and wrapped her arms back around Minerva's head. It did not take the older woman's lips long to find her nipple and Hermione sighed as Minerva sucked on it gently.
"You could go again, couldn't you?" Minerva muttered.
"You control my body in ways I could never," Hermione muttered. "Your mind is so deep, I can feel it -" She clenched her muscles around Minerva's fingers still inside her. "Deep inside me."
Minerva hissed as she started moving again. Hermione rolled her hips and Minerva leaned back to watch.
"They were right," Minerva whispered as she cupped Hermione's breast and ran her thumb over her nipple. "Why would I not take advantage of this beautiful body under me," Minerva muttered. "I'm a fool for not letting myself -"
"Will you just shut up and fuck me again," Hermione breathed.
Minerva pushed her backwards onto the bed and shifted so she had room to roll her hips over Hermione's. Her fingers were so deep inside her that Hermione could barely breathe.
"Tha gaol agam ort mar teine."
It did not take too long for Hermione's body to cum again and Minerva dropped onto Hermione's chest with a groan. They were breathing hard and covered in sweat but Hermione smiled as she calmed. Minerva withdrew her hand and a frisson of worry settled between them but Hermione tutted.
"You didn't hurt me," Hermione muttered. "I'm fine."
"I was not gentle."
"Trust me."
Minerva paused and lifted her head to look at Hermione but she didn't have the energy to do anything other than let Minerva look.
"You look thoroughly fucked, darling."
"Oh, I am," Hermione groaned as she twitched. "That is sexy, by the way."
"What?"
"You, swearing."
"I swear," Minerva protested. Hermione laughed. "Though I understand the sentiment. When you swear it," she swallowed. "Makes me feel something."
"You don't swear often." Minerva kissed her chest and sighed as she settled. "Don't let go, okay? That was -" She shook her head. "I've never felt anything like that before."
"I wouldna worry about me letting go, m'eudail."
"That's a new one," Hermione mumbled.
"Sweetheart, darling," Minerva soothed. "One of the thousand ways I love you."
"Looking forward to hearing them all," Hermione mumbled as their legs tangled and she slid her hand into Minerva's hair where it rested across her chest.
She did not last much longer and she fell into slumber, wrapped around her love, full of happiness.
