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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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"Are you getting ill?" Ginny questioned, watching the Head Girl opposite her settle with one spoon of casserole.

"Oh?" Hermione said, leaving the whirl of thoughts in her head to look at the red haired Gryffindor watching her with concern. "No, I'm fine," she said, her eyes involuntarily sweeping across the Head Table and noticing Minerva seemingly in deep conversation with the school's nurse, Madame Poppy Pomfrey. She mentally cursed herself for referring to the Headmistress by her given name, even if only in her head. Minerva McGonagall had been the one to look up to, for nearly eight years. She had been the one getting all of Hermione's respect and admiration; had been the one giving her cub advice when she desperately sought it. Ever since having seen her dear professor in such unbearable pain that one Sunday afternoon, something appeared to have changed about the way Hermione felt toward the elder witch. An irrational need to assure the Headmistress' wellbeing and be with her whenever possible had announced itself, leaving Hermione to wonder what exactly could have encouraged that feeling. After Sunday afternoon, Hermione had been convinced that these feelings must have been there for years; since… since forever. Minerva McGonagall was often seen as cold and faraway. Hermione having caught her like that, having seen her so human and vulnerable, must have caused a flash of… emotion, by lack of any better word, in which Minerva suddenly hadn't appeared so far away anymore and in which Hermione had felt unbelievably close to her. That wasn't so odd considering how Minerva McGonagall usually liked her independence.

Thursday afternoon, and Hermione couldn't put aside what had occurred Sunday, when Minerva's pain had gotten so bad that she had allowed her pupil to try and take care of it, which she had happily done for about half an hour until she couldn't continue anymore. The feel of Minerva's silken skin underneath her fingers had caused innumerous thoughts of passion to invade her mind, and only by pure force of will had she been able to fight against the images of Minerva underneath her when… and Minerva's skin feeling so… Hermione swallowed, turning her gaze down to her food again. She failed to notice the look of concern Ginny gave her. What was going on, she couldn't rightly say, but… if the Head Girl wasn't terribly mistaken… she had irrevocably fallen for the Headmistress. Sunday afternoon had given her the final evidence. After half an hour of Minerva's silken skin underneath her fingers and her little cries of pain having turned into moans that could be interpreted for joy and being uncomfortable as well, she hadn't really been so good at fighting against the images wanting to be seen in her head anymore. Every little sound Minerva had made would go straight down to her core, every inch of her being longing to hear the very same sounds in another context, but with the same characters. She had felt her pussy throbbing with desire, her panties nothing less but soaked. When she had caught her fingers massaging dangerously near the sides of Minerva's cleavage – pushed flat against the mattress – she had fully known that the massage had to stop, before she did something stupid like leaning down to let her lips feel the softness of Minerva's skin as well, like Hermione had wanted to so much. The thought of it caused Hermione to rub her thighs together uncomfortably again. The mere thought of feeling Minerva already made her wetter than she ever would dare to admit.

"Hermione? What's the matter?" Ginny questioned, once the Head Girl opposite her finally directed her gaze upward. "Tell me. Please. Something's bothering you and has been for a couple of days. What is it?"

Hermione's head shook. "I'm fine. I'm only exhausted."

"Have you been having enough sleep?"

No, I haven't. I haven't been able to get any at all, because I continue imagining what it would be like to have our Headmistress in my bed and do other things but sleep beside her. "I suppose I could do with more; maybe I should go to bed early today."

Ginny nodded, getting up. "Good idea. We better head off now, though, or we'll be late for double Potions. Slughorn won't really mind, but…"

Hermione nodded, agreeing. She neatly pushed her untouched casserole aside and stood, too. "Yeah." From the corners of her eyes, she could see the flurry of robes as Minerva McGonagall stood to leave the Great Hall, appearing upset. Hermione rapidly turned her head to look, wincing as she felt something little snap in her neck by the rapidness of the move, but Minerva had disappeared already. She immediately felt the irrational urge to go after her and make sure the Headmistress was alright, but pushed aside the thought for now. Double Potions waited. She would go by and make sure Minerva – Professor McGonagall! – was all well later.

Later came sooner than she would have anticipated, though…

"I'm so glad that you were there to aid me with Flitwick's essay. I never would have been able to…"

"Crap!" Hermione exclaimed, causing the red haired girl walking beside her to halt and look at her curiously. Hermione's right hand flew to her forehead. "I ran over it all yesterday night in the Common Room again, and I left it there, on the table by the fireplace… I knew I had forgotten something this morning! I'll see you at Charms!" Hermione said, already running in the direction of Gryffindor Tower and leaving Ginny to stare after her bewildered. It wasn't anything like Hermione to forget things and certainly not something as essential as essays to be handed in that day. She sighed, slowly continuing her way to Charms alone. She had tried talking to Hermione quite a few times, but Hermione had usually passed everything off as nothing. She really hoped Hermione would tell her soon what was going on and if not, that whatever actually was going on would be solved soon.

Hermione was panting heavily by the time that she reached and burst into the Common Room, immediately going for the table which she had occupied the night earlier. Indeed, her finished essay for Charms was still lying there. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth for no one appeared to have taken it. She easily gathered it and turned on her heel to leave the Common Room again; maybe if she ran, she could still be on time. A rather familiar looking creature sitting in the window, seemingly shivering, caught her eye as she did, though. The essay for Charms dropped to the carpet, as Hermione's hand came up to cover her open mouth in shock as she suddenly recognized the markings surrounding the grey tabby cat's eyes. This wasn't a cat in the sense of the word.

Hermione rapidly moved toward the window to open it, gathering the cat in her arms and shutting the window tightly again with one hand. "You're all wet and cold!" Hermione exclaimed, yet tightened her hold on the feline in her arms. "What were you doing there?" She asked, concern lacing her question, as she slowly sat down on the armchair near the fireplace and settled the cat that Minerva was upon her lap carefully. Minerva quietly eyed her pupil for a little while, then lifted her paw and hoped Hermione would get what she was trying to say. She nodded. "Am I right to assume you have gotten hurt in your Animagus, and therefore you couldn't return to your quarters?" The cat upon Hermione's lap nodded quite humanly. "Could you change back? I mean, I get why that you haven't been able to try change back until now…" Minerva's head lowered, and she slowly shook her feline head.

"Alright," Hermione said, getting up with the cat in her arms, no longer worried about the essay or totally missing Charms lesson. "That's alright. I'll carry you to your rooms and then call for Madame Pomfrey." Minerva quietly cuddled further into the younger witch's arms, enjoying the feel of warmth far too much after that biting cold in which she had been as a cat to argue… at least for the time being.

Hermione fortunately didn't say anything more as she slowly carried the Headmistress to her personal quarters, naturally using the password to enter them and walking further into her bedroom without really pondering about it, leaving the lot of former Headmasters and Headmistresses gawping after them both.

Once Hermione had reached the bed, she slowly reached up to detach Minerva, but she intuitively tightened her hold upon Hermione's arm, her curled nails sinking through the thin school robe which she wore, not ready to or wanting to let go yet. Hermione bit down on her bottom lip trying not to wince audibly. "Shh," she whispered, lying down on the bed with the cat Minerva necessarily was for the time being still in her arms. "I'll stay if you would like me to," she reassured, allowing Minerva to settle on her tummy and feeling her shiver as she calmly stroked her fur.

"Do I have to go and get Madame Pomfrey?" Hermione questioned. Minerva's head shook at once. "Alright then." Hermione vaguely recalled how the Headmistress and the nurse had been in a conversation until Minerva had suddenly left the Great Hall appearing rather upset. "Are you still cold?" Hermione questioned, "Or are you in pain?" Minerva's big, yellow eyes connected with Hermione's hazel ones. "Both?" Minerva quietly shut her eyes and nodded.

"Alright," Hermione whispered, as she let go of the grey silken fur and carefully avoiding to hurt the cat in her lap reached down to tear a thin strip of fabric off her impeccable school robes. The cat's ears momentarily pointed up and directed toward the sound of ripping attires. She calmed down upon seeing Hermione hold up the thin strip. "I'm going to tie this around your paw for now. It'll give it some support and thus make it hurt less," she said. Minerva the cat slowly raised her paw in cooperation and allowed her pupil to carefully wrap it, doing all in her power not to give in to the more natural reaction to pull away.

Satisfied with the bandage, Hermione slowly laid back into the bed, calmly stroking Minerva's grey fur. "You have been there in the cold and rain too long," Hermione stated. "You still feel very cold. I'm afraid sharing body heat will be the only solution, but yeah…" She quietly bit down on her bottom lip and slowly began pulling the duvet loose and over their bodies instead. The warmth and comfort of the duvet encompassing them soon caused them both to fall asleep.
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