Summary:

The war is over and Hermione is attending Hogwarts to complete her final year and NEWTs. As everyone expected, she has been dating Ron, just as Harry and Ginny are an item. All is right with her world until a secret she has held locked in her heart for a number of years gets inadvertently exposed.

Please be advised- there are sections that describe/address sexual abuse. Although vague, some may prove to be triggering. Proceed with caution.

Notes: Oops, I did it again. This story unfolded in fits and spurts, which means super short scenes.

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Torment of an Immaculate Soul

Chapter 1

Hermione awoke to the sensation of bed sheets being peeled from her body. Her mind muddled from sleep and sensory input, she blinked into the darkness apprehensively until the unmistakable face of Minerva McGonagall came into view, staring expectantly at her.

"Pr…Professor? What…?"

"Shh, dear, 'tis quite alright." Minerva's brogue husked into the stillness.

Hermione sat up, pulling away from chilled fingers tracing up her calf.

"I don't under…"

"Did you think I was unaware, Hermione? I have known for some time, now. You desire this…you desire me."

"But…" Hermione weakly protested and rubbed at her eyes to better see the woman sitting by her hip. Minerva was recognizable but her features seemed to blur the more Hermione tried to concentrate on her.

"Don't fret. You are past the age of majority, are you not?"

"Ye…yes, but…."

"Do you disallow these facts?"

"N…no"

"Well then…" Minerva's hand slid without restraint up smooth legs, under a nightshirt, and directly to the apex of Hermione's thighs. "We have no reason to deny ourselves…"

Hermione collapsed back onto her pillows at Minerva's intimate touch. The experienced witch played Hermione's body like a Stradivarius violin, bringing the young woman to the heights of ecstasy multiple times throughout the night.

A completely enthralled Hermione was struggling to stay awake when Minerva rolled from the bed. "Wait! Don't you want..?"

"Oh, no, dear." Minerva leaned down to bestow a rough kiss to Hermione's swollen lips. "I'm fine, thank you. Perhaps next time." She promised salaciously. "Now get some rest. And remember, this is our little secret. You are still a student, despite being of legal age."

Hermione's eyes closed in exhaustion, unable to follow Minerva's exit. A dreamless slumber finally claimed the woman, holding her so deeply in its spell that she slept through her alarm. Awakened by a sliver of sunlight that snaked through the slit in the window curtains and sliced across her eyelids, the fatigued witch fell out of bed and stumbled through her morning ablutions. She barely made it to the great hall to hastily scrounge some breakfast before her first class began.

Ginny glanced at Hermione when her friend plopped unceremoniously into the seat next to her.

"What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You look…disheveled."

"Oh. I didn't sleep much last night."

"Pull an all-nighter?"

"Yeah, kind of."

"NEWTs are a bear. But, it'll be over soon."

"Yeah."

Their conversation stalled as Professor Flitwick took his position on the podium to begin lecture.

The day dragged on for Hermione. She felt lethargic and could not rally, despite multiple cups of coffee. Ignoring her body's need for sleep, she spent four hours after dinner studying in the library. Once she realized she had read the same passage three times without retaining a word, she gathered her things and staggered off to bed.