Minerva's fifth year at Hogwarts is full of rivalry as Quidditch scouts enter the grounds. Slytherin's new chaser, Willow Callum, is the only thing standing in the way of Minerva and a summer of playing Quidditch for her favourite team, the Montrose...
The Ravenclaw common room was the perfect place to party. At the top of Ravenclaw tower, the large, open, cylindrical room was lined with three stories of balconies of encircling bookshelves. Moonlight shone through blue stained windows onto the sprawling mosaic floor where students drank, danced and cheered for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Some shot blue sparkles into the air that drifted like snow and twirled on invisible winds around statues tucked into alcolves on the bottom floor.
"Do you think she'll come?" Nora asked, nursing a glass of firewhisky someone had snuck in from Hogsmead.
Willow shrugged, "The usual Gryffindor's have already arrived." They had indeed, most having supported Ravenclaw that night, but groups of students were still roaming in.
"I hope she does," Nora smiled sweetly at Willow and Willow ducked her head as she blushed.
"Me too," Jess sauntered over, having already downed a few shots with the Gryffindor captain Jack and the gloomy Hufflepuff beaters. "If only for you to have some fun," Jess poked Willow in the ribs and Willow battered her hands away. "At least you'll always have lusty Lynch."
They looked across the room to where Courtney twirled her blonde hair and made eyes at everyone passing by.
Willow groaned, "It was one time last year, let me breath."
Nora and Jess laughed and continued to tease her but their voices drifted far away as Willow saw Minerva enter the common room, flanked by two other Gryffindors. The music seemed to pick up, the beating of the drums raced along with Willow's heart and she felt herself drifting away from her friends who laughed and dissapeared into the crowd.
Minerva's eyes were wide as she took in the blue flames floating high above in enchanted saucers, pulsing in time with the upbeat music. The throng of people dancing up against each other were painted dark blue in the moonlight and they sang along to the la la la chorus.
Finally, Minerva noticed her and the music changed, darker, full of desire and an aching feeling as students dissapeared together behind closed doors, some only making it onto stiff backed sofas before they were on top of each other.
"Hi," Minerva stood over Willow, her hands nervously fiddling with the hem of her crimson jersey.
Willow smiled up at her, she had never seen Minerva McGonagall nervous before, "Hi."
Those emerald green eyes searched her face, flicking to a Hufflepuff boy pinning a Ravenclaw boy against one of the greek-style coloums, passionately kissing despite the earlier night's rivalry, and then back to Willow, slightly glazed.
"I like their common room," Minerva gestured vaguly and she swallowed, her throat bobbed as the music slowed.
Willow nodded, amused at how little Minerva had seen of Hogwarts in the last four years. How little she had experienced. "Can you dance?"
Blush flared to those damned cheekbones, "With who?"
"Me of course."
Minerva's eyebrow rose, "I hope you dance better than you fly." A light jab that sent Willow's pulse racing.
"I fly elagantly," she held out a hand, Minerva hesitated and then took it.
"As elegantly as you use your wand?" Minerva had the audacity to smirk at Willow.
Willow laughed as she led Minerva into the dancing crowd, a cheer lifting from them as a catchy beat overtook the slow music and bodies swayed in response, "My hands are more talented at...other things."
Those green eyes widened, "Like what?" Minerva's voice was barely more than a whisper above the party but Willow heard her and it filled her with a purring smugness at the open, raw curiosity in Minerva's voice, and maybe..something more.
Willow pulled the taller girl closer, leaning up so their cheeks brushed, "It's something best experienced." She felt Minerva gasp next to her and suddenly the space between them closed, their bodies pressing together.
"Show me."
Willow bit back a big smile, twining her arms around Minerva's neck. For years, Willow had nursed a crush for the brilliantly clever Gryffindor who spent too much time studying - no wonder the sorting hat had taken so long to decide between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw for her. And now, that girl gripped her waist tentatively, her minty breath tickling Willow's ear as her heart raced where their chests pressed together.
"Later," Willow replied, a promise. She leaned back to look at Minerva who just nodded, her eyes fixed on Willow and Willow alone. A slow smile spread across Willow's face and she stepped back, letting her hands slide from behind Minerva's neck to her shoulders and down those strong arms as she stepped away. Minerva's eyebrows rose as Willow swayed alone to the music and suddenly Jess and Nora were there, signing along to the music and they danced together, Willow smugly turning to watch Minerva stare hungrily at her as someone's hands glided across Willow's body and people grinded up against her. Despite the feeling of people dancing with and against her, Willow kept her eyes locked on Minerva who watched with desire written all over her face.
***
"Would you like a drink?" Willow asked.
Minerva shook her head. They sat on one of the uncomfortable sofa's on the second floor balcony, their legs crossed together and Minerva had an arm draped across the back of the couch so Willow sat curled against her, her hand resting lightly on Minerva's inner thigh.
"Me neither," Willow said, Minerva smiled warmly and Willow leaned closer. Minerva looked back at the people still partying below in Ravenclaw's common room.
"You know a lot of people," she commented.
Willow shrugged, "Some of us like to socialise, not just study in the library," she teased.
Minerva said nothing but a line of worry creased between her brows.
Willow reached up and tucked a section of that inky dark hair behind Minerva's ear, she had worn it down tonight. "What's wrong?" she asked gently.
Minerva's eyes flickered in surprise at how gently, and carefully, Willow had spoken.
"How many of them did you sleep with?" surprise shot across Minerva's face as if she hadn't meant to ask the question out loud.
Willow found herself laughing and her hand cupped Minerva's face, "That's what's troubling you? If I know so many people because I've slept with them?"
Minerva face flushed pink in embarressment, turning her head away as if getting ready to leave. Willow tilted that beautiful face back to look at her, "I don't sleep with my friends, Gryffindor."
Suddenly Willow was moving, her leg swinging over Minerva so she straddled her. Minerva's hands slid onto her waist, settling Willow onto her lap as if on instinct. Their noses touched and Willow slowly began tilting Minerva's head up to hers. Her eyes searched Minerva's, asking a silent question: Can i kiss you?
Minerva swallowed, her lips parting as her grip on Willow's hips tightened, willing her closer, "Are we friends?" Minerva asked.
Willow closed those last few centremeters between their lips, "I hope not," and she kissed Minerva McGonagall.
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