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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
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series by any means, and I wish that I made any money of this. I don't.

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"Please, let me," Hermione whispered, seeing Minerva reach for the folded towel upon the white granite bathroom counter. Minerva's hand stilled, and without really eyeing her, Hermione easily caught hold of the towel and quietly began to rub it in the elder woman's wet hair, rather taking the time to do it manually instead of using an easy spell.

Satisfied eventually with the dryness of Minerva's hair, she tenderly pushed it all over the elder witch's shoulder and continued rubbing the towel further down over her milky skin: her back and thighs and calves… and all very slowly.

"Turn," she whispered, while sitting down on her knees at Minerva's feet, on which her eyes focused. Sure enough, after another few beats of silence she could see the small, feminine feet turning with the toes in her direction, and she slowly began rubbing upwards again, thoughtfully turning aside her head upon climbing Minerva' nude body with the towel. She never once wanted to embarrass.

Once she was finished doing that and stood with merely some inches between her and Minerva, who was entirely dry while she was still soaking, she finally dared to look the elder woman in the eyes. Without words, Minerva then wrapped her arms around Hermione's neck and hid her face in the younger Gryffindor's shoulder. Hermione, a little taken aback by this, wrapped her arms around the Headmistress' frail body in return, unconsciously making a mental note to make sure she ate some more. Their breasts were pressed together with no material shedding them, yet Hermione was alright to just be holding her right now. This was a huge step already, and she internally hoped Minerva would allow her a few more like this…

They continued hugging for a while. No words were being spoken, and that meant more than any word could have. Their hands didn't roam, but remained in place. Both of them would have wanted to in any other moment, but not right then. It wasn't the time, and both of them accepted that without much thought.

A chill passed over them then, especially affecting Hermione's still wet body. They both stepped back at the same time, teal green connecting with hazel. Again, no words were spoken, until Hermione visibly shivered. A wave of Minerva's hand in mid air dried her. Hermione could feel a warmth spread across her body and instinctively reached up to find her hair dry just as well. She smiled, and Minerva returned it, even though only momentarily. Hermione momentarily wondered why she didn't dry her own hair then with the very same spell. It appeared as if the elder woman had read the unspoken question in her head, and Hermione wondered if maybe her Head of House could be a good Legilimens as well. "If I dry them like that, I'll never get rid of the tangles. I tried."

The elder witch once again waved her hand, and Hermione found them both clothed in their usual daily attires. She swallowed her questions and watched Minerva quietly turning to face the mirror and reaching over for her comb. Hermione quietly eyed her as she carefully combed her lengthy graying locks, allowing Minerva to do a few such strokes herself, then slowly reaching to take the comb. Her warm hand closed over Minerva's, and both women eyed each other for a moment. "I'll be careful," Hermione assured. Another few heartbeats and Minerva finally released her hold on the comb, turning back toward the mirror. Hermione saw in the mirror how Minerva first bit her lip, seemingly afraid that Hermione would hurt her even though she had assured her she would be careful. She continued watching Minerva's face as she continued to rake Minerva's comb through the elder woman's lengthy hair. One would never really guess it to be so long when it was pulled up into its usual high, tight bun. It actually reached the small of Minerva's back, and she was a rather tall woman. When it was wet like now, it was raven black like it had been in her youth, and Hermione could only vaguely imagine how beautiful she must have been with that hair whipping about when she was still younger. She assumed that Minerva must have worn it often loose in her days and not pulled up tight as was the case nearly every day now. Hermione regretted never having seen it like that. The only time ever when Hermione had seen Minerva's hair pseudo loose had been with the Yule Ball, and it hadn't been entirely then either, but halfway pulled up in a rather loose braid, with some stray strands tumbling down over the elder witch's back. Hermione noticed with a smile how the ends of her hair slightly curled.

She could see the lines in Minerva's face relax and her eyes close, as she carefully ran the comb through the lengthy hair once again and repeated until Minerva's hair was neatly combed and shiny. Minerva's eyes opened and she eyed Hermione through the reflection of the mirror. They continued eying each other in silence again, until Minerva blinked away and turned, facing Hermione. Once the revelation was full, her hair was dry as well. Hermione eyed her with awe. "Much obliged," she whispered, taking her comb back and banishing it back to its place without blinking. Then, she quietly shook her head, and Hermione's mouth dropped open in shock when she noticed that that shake of the head had been enough for Minerva's hair to magically pin itself up neatly as usual. "Practice," Minerva whispered, upon seeing Hermione's reaction.

Hermione nodded, then began laughing aloud, making Minerva's eyebrow quirk in confusion. Some would say Albus Dumbledore had been overly magical… She had wondered for years if maybe there was magic involved keeping the Head of Gryffindor House's hair up like that every hour of every day. Upon combing through it, she had actually felt how heavy it must be and had wondered about it more than ever. She had finally gotten an answer after many years. There was no question about it anymore now.

Hermione eventually regained and stood to eye the Transfiguration Professor again, who still had her eyebrow quirked in wonder. Hermione shook her head to pass it off as nothing. Then she slowly stepped closer once again and laid her hand upon the elder witch's cheek, seeing her visibly swallow.

"You're beautiful," she whispered, and Minerva could feel the younger girl's breath on her lips as she carefully stood on tip-toes to reach Minerva's level. Her eyes intuitively closed at the sensation – one she hadn't actually felt in years. And then she suddenly felt lithe supple lips against hers. And once she realized it, they were already gone again. "I'm sorry," that same voice whispered. Minerva forced open her eyes, but she could only hear the sound of her office door shutting. She looked about the bathroom and uselessly called the younger witch's name, walking into the bedroom and the office, only to find Hermione was gone.

"Damn," she muttered, then sighed and sat on the edge of her desk, unconsciously reaching up with one hand to touch her lips.
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