Most of the TW found in Chapter 1 pertain to this chapter.

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The moonlight that streamed in through the window was just annoying enough to wake her and as she opened her eyes, she realised she was in bed.

The problem was, it wasn't her bed.

It was a very soft, warm bed, though. With a very soft, warm, naked body laying almost atop her. She blinked and tried not to panic, before she blinked again and realised something in the midst of her panic.

She was also naked.

She shuffled forward, her heart in her mouth, trying to escape the encircled arms but it was to no avail. Her captor moaned as she left and pulled her closer, one hand sliding up to cup her breast while a knee slid between her thighs.

She gasped.

It had been so long since any sort of contact that her body could not help but feel like it did. She gripped the pillow beneath her head tightly, trying not to scream. She tried to keep her breathing quiet, but it was getting more ragged by the moment. She realised, quite quickly, that her captor was not as asleep as she first thought.

"You're so tense tonight." The whisper in her ear and the way plump lips caressed her neck sent shivers down her spine. "Want me to help you work off some of that tension?"

She couldn't speak but it occurred to her that she perhaps should have been more panicked than she was. She could not place the voice, but she also could not bring herself to stop it, though. She knew she should have been fighting tooth and nail to escape, she should have thrown herself out of the bed, rounded on the other person and cast a litany of spells with all her fierceness backing them. She could have done all that and more.

But she did not.

In fact, she did nothing even remotely close to shifting away. If anything, despite her better judgement, her body seemed to press against her assailant harder.

She tried to stop herself, she really did. She just did not know how to do that. Her body was dictating her behaviour and her assailant, that Minerva now realised was a woman, seemed to be fully focussed on whipping Minerva up to a frenzy. And herself in the process.

A pair of nipples pressed against her back and felt like lightning rods, sending shockwaves down Minerva's spine. As she arched, the woman started rolling Minerva's nipples on the palms of her hands.

Minerva breathed out audibly and the sound was matched by the mystery woman behind her.

The knee that had wedged itself between her thighs twitched against her and the fingers that were toying with her breasts explored with purpose. The knee moved and she cried out as it left her center until a hand slid over her hip and down, combing through wiry hair until it reached its prize.

She couldn't breathe as slender fingers rolled her button over and over and she shook with the intensity of it all. Just when she thought she might explode, the mystery person stopped and reached further still, using their thigh to open her fully. The small feeling that she might like to fight broke as two gentle fingers stretched her open. The small sting of that, plus the sharp nip of teeth on her shoulder, coupled with a hard squeeze of her nipple was enough to shake her entire being.

Only they didn't stop.

She felt the awkward angle but it didn't seem to matter to the woman. Those fingers managed to curl inside of her just right and she jerked against the hold. It built more slowly this time and she was out of her mind as a whispered spell matched the sensations on both breasts. The shoulder behind hers pushed her forward and she was rolled into her belly. Her heart quickened as her hips were yanked off the bed and those slender fingers withdrew from her core.

"Come 'ere," the whispered voice instructed.

She was almost to the point where she could utter words when something hard and long slid against her and pressed against her clit.

"Oh," she groaned.

She braced for the intrusion but was left almost whining at the slow pace. After thrusting ineffectually a number of times, she growled and her bed-mate chuffed in her ear.

"You love it," they said.

She could not begin to deny it.

Even so, she felt the other's hips withdraw slightly and she arched happily as they slid home. Something inside her broke as they covered her back with their body and their hips snapped into hers, like they were bound by invisible string. It moved her beyond words.

"You love me taking you like this, don't you," the voice was back, panting in her ear. She couldn't answer but she moaned desperately as they slowed down. "Oh yes you do," they hissed. "You love this so much."

Minerva wasn't a woman who had had many meaningful sexual partners in her life. Sexual partners, yes. Meaningful ones, no. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy sex, quite the contrary, in fact. However, being Minerva's life partner meant something a little different than wit would to another. It required 100% trust, for one; something that was hard to come by. And if that was not achieved, then Minerva was forced to hide most of herself from view. It, so far, had not turned out well for any of them, Minerva included. As those quiet words washed over her, she realised that this person knew more about her than anyone before.

About what was not explained in books and papers about Animagus transformation and the bleeding effect between human and species.

In her youth she had never admitted it, even to herself. Instead, she would frequent bars and clubs, every few weeks during the warm days of spring and summer, feeling the need to fuck anything that moved. It would ease as the cold winters set in and then moreso, as she had aged. As she'd become used to the blurring, she had learned to anticipate it better and could admit, if only to herself, that it was a very real effect of the Animagus she had learned to become. Despite all that and even with her being incredibly choosy when it came to significant others, Minerva had always felt the need to hide that part of herself, fearing the consequences from both her lovers and the world at large.

This woman, however, seemed to know exactly what she was hiding.

"You're mine," they grunted.

Minerva yowled as long fingers slid into her hair and tightened. She could do nothing but go floppy in submission as human teeth gripped her shoulder as well. Her brain was warring with itself. She wanted more, always more, but right before the hand in her hair tightened again, a tiny part of her wondered why she had allowed it to go on.

It was her body that answered, keening at the bite on her shoulder and loving every second of having someone take the lead. Whoever this was, they had reached that part of her that she'd hidden and ignored for years. Time was irrelevant as she was taken so wholly and completely that it was all she could do just to breathe. She was sure she was pleading for completion, but the mystery woman was unmoved as they fucked her to the edge of sanity.

"Are you ready to cum for me, beautiful?"

She made whatever noise she could manage and a soft hand slid over her stomach and between her legs. They rolled her clit so gently that she nearly groaned at the thought of prolonging the pleasure further. She could not have been more wrong as her body shook in a way that was indescribable. Her pussy gripped the long cock inside her as she spasmed around it. The mystery person let her ride it out and traced lines all over her body before starting up a gentle rhythm that devolved with their own need. Surrendering herself, the mystery woman snapped her hips against Minerva's backside and called her name.

Her name.

Like this woman knew her.

They collapsed onto the bed and the woman groaned, whispering a spell and making Minerva wince as the appendage disappeared without ceremony.

"Oh I do love it when you get like that," the voice whispered. Soft kisses were pressed all over her shoulders and Minerva shivered at the sting of the bite she'd been given. Again, instead of screaming blue murder and running away, her body sank into the mattress; somnolence overtook her quickly as she was pulled tightly into the woman's arms. "Did I hurt you?"

Minerva managed to shake her head. As she came down from her high, she almost felt the need to burrow into her mystery bed-mate.

"You cold, love?"

She shook her head again but the woman pulled up the covers anyway.

"Sleep," the voice said. "There's time before we need to be up."

She went still and despite the exhaustion pulling on her brain and the desperate need to snuggle with the woman wrapped around her, she made herself stay awake. She pinched her arm hard until she felt even breaths on her neck. She left it for a few moments and when she heard soft snores from her bedmate, she eased away. Part of her did not want to see. Part of her wanted to pretending nothing had happened, pick up some clothes and escape from where they were holding her.

But part of her demanded to know who had loved her in a way that no other had ever done so.

She looked down at her hands and rubbed her bare thighs before she took a deep breath and turned.

The noise she let out was one of absolute horror. Deep, hazel eyes snapped open, full of worry.

"What is it?" they said, looking around. "What's wrong?"

"You," Minerva was horrified. "You -"

"Darling," the woman said quickly. "I need you to speak to me." She reached for Minerva and Minerva's heart stuttered in her chest. "What is it?"

"Don't touch me!"

The look she got was one of horror and despite it all, she felt terrible.

"Min, please, I need you to calm down. Tell me what's wrong. Are you having a nightmare? Can you hear me?"

"You -"

She forced herself to hold her breath as tried to convey the information she needed to. It didn't work and she got an expectant look when she still couldn't speak.

"I what, love?"

"You and," her stomach revolted and she clamped her mouth shut and ran to the bathroom, not taking even a second to understand why she knew where it was.

She threw up so violently that she nearly passed out. As the darkness closed in on her vision, a strong arm settled under her rolling stomach and a cool hand gathered her hair, then squeezed the back of her neck gently. She heaved a few more times before she was still. The woman held her still and rubbed her back for a while before she let go slowly and Minerva nodded that she could.

"I'll get you some water."

The door closed and with it went Minerva's resolve.

She had just had the best night of her life with Hermione Granger.