When Nothing Leads To Something & Everything | By : McGonagall Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 8812 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Hermione awoke by the first rays of sunshine penetrating the slits between the curtains and forcing their way into the room. She intuitively raised her head first, as she usually did, hand moving and not finding her fingers curled around the sheet as usual, but something far thinner and softer found itself in her hold, and she blinked a few times to adjust her eyes to the dimness in the room and turned aside her head to look at her hand, fisted around Minerva's tartan nightgown. Her view drifted up a bit higher and came to rest upon the face of Minerva McGonagall. Minerva's eyes were open, and a little smile crossed over her features. At once all memories from the night before came back to her. Minerva and she had kissed vigorously after their dance, walking each other to the bedroom as it got more intense.
"We never got far," Minerva said, as if having followed the memories in her head, and once again Hermione was left wondering if maybe Minerva was a good Legilimens. "You fell asleep quite soon. I would blame the level of alcohol that was still in your blood. A full bottle of malt all on your own isn't nothing."
Hermione smiled, rubbing the side of her face into Minerva's nightgown. "Have you been awake long?"
Minerva's head shook. "No, I haven't."
Hermione nodded more to herself than anyone else, finally releasing Minerva's nightgown and sitting up in bed and yawning, keeping her hand before her mouth in politeness. "What time is it actually?" She asked. "I should really get back to my rooms and find something to wear before going down to have breakfast."
"It is only six," Minerva countered, watching her.
Hermione inhaled deeply, turning to Minerva again, who, too, sat up, leaning against the headboard. "I'm sorry, Minerva," she whispered. "I don't want to give you the feeling that I'm running. I don't regret ending up here in your bed – even though we didn't do anything. I just…" She closed her eyes as she ran through the words she wanted to say in her head to make sure it didn't leave her in a mess. Hazel connected with teal green like so often before she began speaking again. "I have got patience, Minerva. I won't push you into anything you don't want to, but let's not test how strong my boundaries might be, right?"
Minerva unconsciously licked her lips in nervousness. "You know, after you fell asleep yesterday night, I had some time to ponder, and …" Hermione's eyes turned frightened, as she heard this. "Don't," Minerva commented, her ever observing nature as a teacher interfering at that moment. "I'm not…" she began, and sighed. "I do not want to restrict you in anything, but you seem quite sure about this."
"I am."
Minerva nodded. "Indeed. I have lived most of my life to the rules of my family, living it maybe more for them than for me. I have dedicated my life to Hogwarts and teaching." She took another deep breath before the essence followed. "I have tried nine years hopelessly to forget about our kiss; about you. I have kept that in mind, and I would possibly never have said this before yesterday, but maybe it is time that I have something for myself as well, and if not for myself, for you. You are quite sure about this, and I don't believe I could actually kick you away if I wanted to. If you truly believe that I could make you happy, maybe I should… make your wish come true. Maybe I should try, even though I have no experience whatsoever about dating women …"
The rest of her words got interrupted by Hermione successfully throwing herself upon Minerva. More didn't have to be said. "I don' t know how I should be thanking you for this," Hermione whispered, feeling Minerva's arms wrap around her as well, and she felt something else as well; something she desperately tried to push aside. She retracted, looking in Minerva's eyes. The light that forced its way into the room splaying over her face made her look like an angel from Heaven. Hermione couldn't help but swallow at that image, reaching to touch her cheek lovingly before pulling back. "I really should go back to my rooms, though," she whispered. "I don't want to rush you, and I'm afraid if I …"
This time it was Minerva's turn to silence the other woman, leaning over to let their lips touch one another. Hermione reacted at once, the memory of Minerva's puckered nipples and last night was enough to stir Hermione's arousal again, and before she knew it, she laid atop of Minerva, kissing her back hard while clutching at her tartan nightgown. They parted, for a few heartbeats to catch air, their foreheads touching and eyes locking. "I'm afraid that I won't be able to stop anymore if we continue this," she whispered.
"What if I don't want you to stop?" Minerva rhetorically asked, slowly leaning up to pull Hermione in another kiss, as she blindly hitched up her own nightgown over the younger witch's legs and thighs, soon enough clutching at her bare bottom. Hermione moaned as she felt Minerva's fingers discovering that fact, and she uneasily began to tug at Minerva's nightgown as well, wriggling her hips while doing so, and making Minerva gasp. An easily muttered spell from Minerva between heated kisses banished their nightgowns to the edge of the bed, leaving only Minerva's cotton panties between them.
Hermione took advantage of that freedom and coaxed her legs around until she straddled the elder woman underneath her, beginning to kiss her jaw line and further down her throat. It wasn't the first time that they were so close and naked so she didn't react overly to it, and in her mind the real bliss was only about to begin.
Minerva bit down on her lip and moaned, arching up into the touch, her hands caressing up and down the younger woman's back as one hand came up and cupped the side of her left breast. Feeling encouraged by Minerva's low moans, Hermione's touch on the older woman's breast became more determined as her lips and tongue followed the swell of her other breast in obedience and she finally took the nipple into her mouth. Minerva gasped, panting hard. She suppressed the need to push Hermione's head closer and push more of her nipple in the young woman's mouth. Her nails unconsciously dug into Hermione's flesh as Hermione sucked hard on her right nipple, then tenderly licked away the pain this might have caused, before moving on southwards, her legs sliding between Minerva's as she felt her legs want to spread wider.
Hermione continued to lower herself, nuzzling her way down over Minerva's tummy until reaching her panties: the final layer between them. There would be no turning back. Hermione looked up at the elder woman and found her hazy green eyes connecting with hers as she nodded. Hermione fleetingly kissed the elder woman's pubic bone through the material, her fingers curling around the waistline as she slowly began pulling it down over those unbelievably long, smooth legs, before discarding it over her shoulder in the vicinity of the bedroom.
Minerva felt very self-conscious as she felt Hermione's gaze upon her, running up over her legs and the darker triangle between her slightly spread thighs. "You're beautiful," Hermione whispered, laying herself down between Minerva's legs again and kissing her inner thigh reassuringly. Minerva intuitively spread her legs a little wider, allowing Hermione better access. "Better," Hermione breathed against her wetness, making a shiver run up her spine in anticipation. She wasn't going to… was she?
Minerva bucked up hard at the unfamiliarity of feeling Hermione's slick tongue run up from her opening through her slit, tickling her bundle of nerves by wiggling her tongue from the left to the right a couple of times very fast. She moaned loud through her teeth, her hands having fallen to her sides now clutching the sheets tightly. Hermione couldn't help but grin at the reaction that elicited by Minerva, and she happily continued running her tongue from the bottom up Minerva's slit, raising two fingers to tease slightly around the edges of her sheath. Minerva's head was being thrust back in the pillow, her lips releasing their first of many shrieks of pleasure for the night as Hermione gave a tug at Minerva's clit with her lips at the same time that her fingertips slipped into Minerva's tight sheath.
As Hermione's fingers slowly sank deeper, her tongue running around the bundle of nerves that brought her inner folds together, Minerva felt fulfilled for the first time in years, and without her realizing, that feeling caused tears to well up in her eyes, and one escaped and ran down into her hairline. That didn't go unnoticed by Hermione, who had kept her eyes upon Minerva the whole time to make sure to stop at the first sign of pain. Minerva hadn't been intimate with anyone for a while, and even though she wasn't really old for a witch, she wasn't really young anymore either. "Minerva, love, are you all right?" She asked.
Minerva shakily wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and rose on her elbows so as to better look at the younger Gryffindor before her. She nodded, weakly smiling and spreading her legs still a little wider. As Hermione's fingers began setting a rhythm going steadily into Minerva's tight wetness, her tongue and lips still working miracles on the elder woman's clit, Minerva's hips soon began to pulse up in time with her thrusts, eventually meeting them one by one. As the feeling of bliss between her legs grew, the woman she loved filling her again and again as her tongue danced upon the most sensitive spot of her whole body, Minerva could no longer contain the spasms of her body and the cries of intense satisfaction that escaped between her labored panting. She could feel herself climb to something familiar and yet at the same time so unknown she doubted she had ever felt it before. Hermione responded in kind, adjusting the speed and angle of her thrusts and going slightly rougher upon Minerva's clit. Her panting only increased as Minerva felt herself go even higher, reaching for that… something and then she was there, jerking up hard and coming down again, her sheath clamping around Hermione's fingers with a viciousness she didn't know she could still muster after all these years of celibacy.
Hermione watched as Minerva's body slumped against the mattress, and she carefully retracted, lapping up the elder woman's juices and licking her fingers clean before sliding up and lying on her side beside Minerva, leaning her head on one hand, while tenderly stroking her cheek with the back of the other, a smile upon her lips. This was her first time being intimate with a woman but she seemed to have done well enough considering Minerva's reaction.
As Minerva's eyes opened, she fleetingly leaned down to kiss Minerva's shoulder in reassurance. Her green eyes were full of tears, and she seemed rather blown away by the force of her orgasm. Minerva reached up and clutched Hermione's hand within hers tightly. "I love you," she whispered.
"I love you, too," Hermione replied, lying her head down on Minerva's shoulder and cuddling up close to her, holding her as tears began rolling down over her cheeks as she tried to regain from her powerful orgasm. Hermione's hand moved to lay down upon the elder woman's heart, feeling it hammering still. "Have you never been made love to like this before?" Hermione questioned. She vaguely recalled her own reaction when Ron had touched her like this for the first time.
Minerva's head shook in response. She had been an Animagus for over half a decade and one of the disadvantages and possibly an advantage at the very same time – it kind of depended on the situation – was that she had slowly inherited cat traits in her human form as well. In fifty years she had heard a lot of things from both colleagues and pupils that weren't supposed to be heard about all kinds of subjects. She had heard about this thing called oral sex before, but had never been one to experience it. She had heard it was very awesome, and that surely had been right. "When I'm… back in…" Minerva began, still panting rather hard, "I would like… give you the same…"
"That's alright, Minerva."
"No, I want…"
Hermione leaned down to kiss her, making her shut up. "I know," she whispered, "but just focus on recuperating right now, okay? We have time enough. We have a whole lifetime."
Minerva leaned her head upon the younger witch's head, kissing it and smiling. "Indeed," she said. "We do."
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