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And now here she was, this one time student of Minerva’s, alone--or so she assumed--in an almost empty castle, in a dark lonely corner of a forbidden space and she’s reading, investigating, delving deeper, quill in her mouth, hand moving from the tightened neck muscles down along her throat and clavicle. She unbuttons the second button of her blouse and Minerva whimpers, wondering if Hermione knows she’s being watched.
She swipes at the loose hair at her temple again and Minerva sees that she’s got ink blotched along her jaw. When Hermione undoes the next button, Minerva imagines there’s ink there too, marking her, telling her story.
Minerva steadies herself against the wall and closes her eyes, imagining Hermione laid bare before her, imagines her fingers running along Hermione’s spine, trembling with anticipation at all the adventures the pages of her skin held. She can almost smell her as if she’s opened her covers, the aroma as tantalizing as the lignen that permeates the ancient volumes. The scent overwhelms her and she opens her eyes to see that it wasn’t imagination at all. While she had her eyes closed, laying out a scene for her own pleasure, Hermione had completely undressed and was doing the same.
The tip of Hermione’s fingers tease the nub of her breast until it responds by hardening into a pebble. She pinches it and cries out with the sensation. Minerva watches the skin of Hermione’s breast and throat prickle and Minerva longs to run her mouth along the skin, reading it’s braille messages with her tongue. She also yearns to touch herself like Hermione is, mimicking her fingers walking down her stomach. But she doesn’t. She doesn’t want to miss any of the chapter being revealed to her with the distraction of her own pleasure. There’d be time for that.
Hermione arches her back, pulling her legs over the arm of the chair. Minerva couldn’t see exactly what Hermione’s fingers were doing, but she didn’t have to, she could feel it watching Hermione’s face, listening to her breath, held and then raggedly expelled with moans and whimpers.
She bites her lip and her eyes squint as if she’s worrying over a problem she couldn’t solve. Like there was a word that danced at the tip of her tongue that won’t come. The scholar that she is, Hermione doesn’t give up, she readjusts herself, her hips stop pumping front to back and instead side to side. She’s moving faster, Minerva watches her arm rise and fall and she realizes how much she aches to be touched herself.
Then Hermione begins to murmur just loud enough for Minerva to hear her and what she says, the way she says it goes straight to Minerva’s middle with a throb.
“Blushing sweet...
on a high branch...
at the tip of the tallest tree...
You escaped those who would...
pluck...
your...
fruit…”
As Minerva watches Hermione come undone, watches her spasm and pant the last line out, she murmurs the rest of the stanza, not worried about being heard through the Silencing Charm.
“Not that they didn’t try. No,
they could not forget you
poised beyond their reach.”
And Merlin did Minerva want to reach out, to pluck, to taste, to mingle her own story along the lines of Hermione’s.
Hermione sits up and gathers the book and parchment that had fallen to the floor. Minerva was just about to slink away.