A/N: Due to popular demand, here's a second chapter! Less smutty than the last, this focuses more on the relationship and their love for one another. Still a decent amount of smut, though :)

Hermione could feel Minerva's eyes on her again, their piercing stare penetrating the top of her head as she pretended to be working on her transfiguration essay.

Hermione glanced at Ron who was sat on her left, glaring at the blank roll of parchment and tapping his quill on the corner, not noticing the black flecks of ink dying both his parchment and the desk. Hermione raised her head from the half-finished essay and looked at Minerva, who was sitting at her own desk at the front of the class. Their eyes met and they stared at each other for a moment before Minerva, to the older woman's horror, blushed and had to turn away.

Hermione hid her smirk as she dipped her quill in the ink pot and resumed writing, the knowledge she had just gained settling her worried heart.

Minerva liked her.

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Minerva shot up in her bed, sheets dampened with sweat and clinging to her body. She shifted uncomfortably at the sensation of sweat, sheets and her own arousal sticking to her body.

One week ago Minerva had had a dream; an erotic dream. Hermione had stayed behind after one of her transfiguration lessons and they had… 'done it'. On her desk.

Minerva shuddered, merely remembering the dream. It had been one of her erotic fantasies about Miss Granger but the first time she had dreamt about the girl in such detail. Since that first dream a week ago Minerva had been having erotic dreams about the seventh year every night.

However, each dream was different and each fulfilled a different fantasy; in the astronomy tower, in the great hall, in several different positions…

Unfortunately for Minerva, there was one fantasy that hadn't been played out in her dream world that she wanted more than anything. To go to the girl's dormitory and to make love to her there; although Minerva wasn't sure why she wished for this fantasy more than any other she suspected it may be the thrill of doing it where they could so easily be caught.

Every night Minerva had awoken from her dreams with the urge to leave. To throw caution to the wind, climb the stairs to the Gryffindor common room and to visit Hermione.

This night, she couldn't resist.

Minerva pushed the damp sheets from her body, swung her legs off of the bed and picked up her wand. She pulled on a tartan dressing gown and quickly transfigured into her animagus self; a silver tabby trotted out of her bedroom, across the living space and into the empty corridor.

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As Minerva stood beside the sleeping form of Hermione Granger she found herself trying to repeat the mantra that had been running through her head on the way to the dormitory. She was only going to see Hermione, not touch, not wake up and definitely not do that with.

But, the devil on her shoulder argued, sitting on the bed isn't technically touching.

Minerva smirked to herself. She loved technicalities.

Stepping closer to the object of her affections she felt her breath hitch and colour rush to her face as her dreams came back to her in full force. Swallowing thickly, Minerva sat down at the foot of Hermione's bed. The Gryffindor stirred before falling back into her deep slumber and a light smile played on the young girl's lips.

Minerva forgot to breathe as Hermione's foot shifted and accidently stroked Minerva's thigh.

The devil on her shoulder spoke up once again, Well, seeing as she's already violated the 'no touching' rule, it couldn't hurt to maybe brush her hair out of her face.

Her heart hammering against her rib cage, Minerva slowly edged up the bed and reached out a hand to stroke the soft brown curls from Hermione's face. The stroke turned into a caress and Minerva found her cupping the girl's cheek and rubbing her thumb lovingly back and forth.

A noise made the professor freeze until she realised it was Hermione. She was… moaning.

Minerva blushed severely as Hermione rolled onto her back and let out a low moan of arousal. Her heart stopped beating when she heard her own name fall from the young witch's lips.

Minerva's hand was resting on the young girl's cheek and her breathing was shallow, eyes wide and staring as she desperately tried to comprehend what had just happened.

"Minerva…"

Minerva's head snapped toward the sleeping girl and stared at her chocolate eyes, heart racing.

"Minerva?"

At the questioning tone of Hermione's voice Minerva's mind kicked itself in order to catch up with what was happening. Minerva had broken her first rule – she touched Hermione. Hermione moaned Minerva's name. Hermione woke up. Hermione's awake. Minerva broke the second rule.

Minerva's eyes widened and she pulled her hand away from the young girl's face as though burned. She tried to pull herself away, to stand up and just leave. If Hermione mentioned it, she'd say that she must have been imagining things. However, Minerva couldn't even stand up. She just sat there, staring in shock as Hermione sat up with a sly smile on her lips.

"M-miss Granger, this isn't-"

"Hermione." Hermione corrected her and Minerva was suddenly sent back to the memory of her dream. Warmth pooled between her legs.

Minerva nodded slowly, not trusting her voice. Hermione's chesire cat grin grew even wider and, in a burst of confidence, she swung a leg over Minerva and sat straddling her. At her professor's shocked expression, Hermione let out a quiet laugh.

"Whatever's the matter, Minerva? I assume this is what you came for, or am I wrong?" Hermione whispered into her mentor's ear as she leant forward, her breath tickling Minerva's ear and her barely concealed breasts pressing against the older woman.

Minerva audibly swallowed, glancing down at Hermione's attire which consisted of a tight vest top and panties. She attempted to shake her head and regain some self-control but Hermione was too quick; her hand ghosted across Minerva's thigh and across her stomach, sending a shiver of desire through the older woman. Hermione's hand skirted the edge of her breast before resting on her shoulder. Hermione pulled back from Minerva's ear and trailed her lips across the woman's cheek, barely making contact before stopping in front of her lips.

Hermione resisted kissing her mentor and merely allowed their breath to mingle. With Hermione's sweet breath attacking her senses Minerva found it hard to concentrate, but she managed to dampen her dry lips and croak out a sentence.

"But… you're a student."

"I don't care."

"I'm 60 years your senior."

"I don't care."

"You deserve someone better."

Hermione pulled back suddenly, raising her hazel eyes to meet Minerva's worried emerald ones. A frown crossed her face for a moment before she smiled gently, lovingly, at her mentor.

"But I love you."

Minerva froze for a moment, before her face broke into a smile so big it felt like she was about to break apart. She pulled her hands up to hold Hermione securely, arms wrapped around her waist. Their bodies were still pressed closely together but Minerva leant forward, their noses brushing.

"I love you too, Hermione," Minerva whispered and watched as Hermione leant forward, gently brushing their lips together. She pulled back again with the biggest smile on her face.

"Say it again."

Minerva smiled and murmured in response, "I love you." Her declaration was punctuated by a kiss.

Hermione slowly pushed the older witch onto her back so that they were lying on the bed together. Every time requested to hear the words that meant the world to her, Minerva would comply and punctuate it with a kiss, each more heated than the last.

Impatient hands began to wander, tugging at clothes and tangling in hair as the kiss became more rushed. Soon words were no longer needed as their actions did the talking for them. Tongues tangled, lips meshed and bodies pressed up against each other.

The devil on Minerva's shoulder practically squealed in glee.

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Hermione found herself on her back, love bites trailed down her neck and covering her newly exposed chest. Minerva was trailing a finger up the inside of Hermione's thigh, a thin sheen of sweat covering her naked body. Their breathing was uneven, Minerva still drained from her previous orgasm and Hermione from the sensations the older woman was inflicting on her.

Minerva leant down to kiss her as her hand cupped Hermione's sex, stroking a finger along her slit. Hermione moaned, arching up into the hand impatiently. Minerva pulled back with a smirk. She continued to tease Hermione with long, slow strokes and as she saw the young girl becoming increasingly frustrated she quickly pinched her clit.

Hermione let out a cry of pleasure followed by a long moan as Minerva plunged a finger inside of her, immediately grateful for the silencing charms used on the bed.

Minerva began thrusting her finger into Hermione at an agonisingly slow pace, driving the young witch to the brink of insanity. Just as Hermione nearly cried out in frustration Minerva removed her hand. Before Hermione had the chance to complain Minerva moved, plunging her tongue into her core.

Hermione's back arched off of the bed and she cried out, hands tangling in Minerva's long ebony hair. As Minerva began to thoroughly clean her lover Hermione called out her appreciation and her love for the older witch.

Minerva increased the pace before replacing her tongue with her fingers and thrusting into Hermione at a jerky, uneven pace. Her tongue flicked over Hermione's clit causing Hermione's hips to jerk upwards a couple of times and a long moan was drawn from her lips.

"C-close… So close, Minerva, please!"

Minerva heard her lover's begging and increased the pace again to a furious rate. Hermione bit her lip but cried out anyway. Her body convulsed, the waves of her orgasm washing over her.

When she came back down to earth she managed to focus on Minerva, who was now sitting next to her with a loving smile on her face.

"I love you, Hermione. I love you so much."

Hermione nodded and croaked out, "I love you too, Minerva."

As Minerva leant down to kiss her young lover, Ginny Weasley's eyes blinked open and she grinned at the site before her. It was lucky she was the only one who heard the bed scraping against the floor; they had to be more careful with their silencing charms.

Edited: 21/06/2011