This tale lifted me up, took me along and let me float on its words and allowed me to be there with them, Hermione and Minerva and even Zetta. (I know this is probably a line of comment that makes little sense, when attempting 'literary critique', but it is what happened to me and it doesn't happen often in this way, I can tell you).
Oh my my, this is a magical story imagined to such beautiful depth of what could be magically possible...
I love, LOVE, your imagination, your love for your characters, your play with the sesquipedalian words - so very in character for both of them - and your wonderful talent for the art of storytelling!
There was so much I enjoyed, like Hermione's discovery of her sexuality and her, very recognizable, feelings for Minerva; Oudewater (one of my favourite Dutch villages :-) ); the talk about whisky and sushi and then the awesome sex-scene in the restaurant (oh wow, what an enviable addition to the ways to enjoy sex...); making love/'fucking' (Minerva as ever effective in her choice of words *gg*) during a conference event and Minerva's little-smile-for-Hermione-only. Tantalizing scene, actually, to have such hot sex, unnoticed, in the midst of a conference room filled with people and appear to be concerned only with the matter of Transfiguration...
Am I right that Minerva gives pleasure to Hermione and draws her own pleasure from that, presumably, as it may befit their previous relation of teacher and pupil? Or is it simply that this is a story from Hermione's POV and their relation is 'both-ways', though not every scene between them plays out for us to read? :-)
I love Hermione's voice as a teenager, intelligent, to the point and yet naive: "Epistemology," she whispered aloud, and that's when it happened: she felt a flush of heavy, wet heat between her legs and a tingle in her chest. At first she thought it was her period starting unexpectedly, for despite her mother's promises that her body would adjust to a predictable schedule, it hadn't done so yet.
So she clearly needed further instruction.
A few minutes later, she drew a shuddering breath and lay still. The experiment had been a success. Professor McGonagall had been right: hypothesis plus research and observation equaled result.
The empirical method, it would seem, actually worked. Excellent!
"Does the Hogwarts staff ever come to MPA?" she asked Cornelia. of course, haha</i>
There would be so much more to say, as happens when tremendously enjoying and admiring a story (which seems an almost undeserving word for a 'tale-lighter-than-air'), but ah.
This tale lifted me up, took me along and let me float on its words and allowed me to be there with them, Hermione and Minerva and even Zetta. (I know this is probably a line of comment that makes little sense, when attempting 'literary critique', but it is what happened to me and it doesn't happen often in this way, I can tell you).
Oh my my, this is a magical story imagined to such beautiful depth of what could be magically possible...
I love, LOVE, your imagination, your love for your characters, your play with the sesquipedalian words - so very in character for both of them - and your wonderful talent for the art of storytelling!
There was so much I enjoyed, like Hermione's discovery of her sexuality and her, very recognizable, feelings for Minerva; Oudewater (one of my favourite Dutch villages :-) ); the talk about whisky and sushi and then the awesome sex-scene in the restaurant (oh wow, what an enviable addition to the ways to enjoy sex...); making love/'fucking' (Minerva as ever effective in her choice of words *gg*) during a conference event and Minerva's little-smile-for-Hermione-only. Tantalizing scene, actually, to have such hot sex, unnoticed, in the midst of a conference room filled with people and appear to be concerned only with the matter of Transfiguration...
Am I right that Minerva gives pleasure to Hermione and draws her own pleasure from that, presumably, as it may befit their previous relation of teacher and pupil? Or is it simply that this is a story from Hermione's POV and their relation is 'both-ways', though not every scene between them plays out for us to read? :-)
I love Hermione's voice as a teenager, intelligent, to the point and yet naive:
"Epistemology," she whispered aloud, and that's when it happened: she felt a flush of heavy, wet heat between her legs and a tingle in her chest. At first she thought it was her period starting unexpectedly, for despite her mother's promises that her body would adjust to a predictable schedule, it hadn't done so yet.
So she clearly needed further instruction.
A few minutes later, she drew a shuddering breath and lay still. The experiment had been a success. Professor McGonagall had been right: hypothesis plus research and observation equaled result.
The empirical method, it would seem, actually worked. Excellent!
"Does the Hogwarts staff ever come to MPA?" she asked Cornelia. of course, haha</i>
There would be so much more to say, as happens when tremendously enjoying and admiring a story (which seems an almost undeserving word for a 'tale-lighter-than-air'), but ah.