Kinktober: Hermione/Minerva One-Shots

Day 5 - Sex Magic/Public Teasing

Day 5 - Sex Magic/Public Teasing

The usual murmur of voices filled the Hogwarts staff room as the professors gathered for their weekly meeting. The clinking of teacups and the shuffle of parchment created a familiar background hum as Headmistress Minerva McGonagall prepared to address her staff.

Minerva stood at the head of the table, her expression calm and composed, though her mind was focused on the agenda. She had a list of points to cover—curriculum updates, disciplinary matters, and a discussion about upcoming exams. It was routine, like most of these meetings, and she expected little deviation.

That is, until she felt a familiar presence in the back of her mind.

It was subtle at first, a gentle brush against her thoughts—so light that Minerva might have dismissed it if she hadn't recognized the source. Hermione Granger, her wife and colleague, sat across the table, her expression perfectly neutral as she flipped through her notes. But Minerva knew better. She had grown accustomed to Hermione's presence in her mind, the way she could slip in so easily, without anyone else noticing.

Minerva...

The voice echoed softly in her mind, warm and teasing. Minerva didn't respond immediately, her eyes flicking toward Hermione as she continued speaking to the rest of the staff. But there was a slight tension in her shoulders now, a subtle shift in her posture as she realized what was happening.

I know you can hear me...

Hermione's voice was more insistent now, and Minerva could feel the gentle tug of Legilimency, the way Hermione was brushing against her thoughts, prodding gently but deliberately. Minerva's grip tightened slightly on the edge of the table, her heart quickening as she fought to maintain her composure.

Not here, Minerva thought, her mental voice sharp, though there was an unmistakable undercurrent of anticipation.

But Hermione wasn't deterred. If anything, the mental resistance only seemed to encourage her.

Why not? Hermione's voice purred in Minerva's mind, the tone playful, almost wicked. No one will know. It's just us.

Minerva could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, though she did her best to keep her expression neutral. She was Headmistress, after all, and this was a staff meeting. There was no place for such... distractions. But Hermione had a way of getting under her skin, of pushing her just enough to make her want to break the rules, and Minerva could already feel her resolve slipping.

"Hermione," Minerva said aloud, her voice calm as she addressed her wife across the table. "Would you like to add anything about the exam schedules?"

Hermione looked up from her notes, her expression perfectly innocent, though there was a glint of mischief in her eyes. "No, Headmistress," she said sweetly, her tone completely professional. But in Minerva's mind, the words were different.

I'd rather talk about what I want to do to you later.

Minerva's breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening as the words echoed in her mind. She glanced quickly around the room, but none of the other professors seemed to notice the tension between them. They were too focused on the agenda, on the discussion at hand.

But Minerva was no longer focused on the meeting. Her attention was solely on Hermione, on the way she was weaving her way into Minerva's thoughts with such precision, such care. The Legilimency wasn't invasive—it was intimate, a private connection between them that no one else could see or feel.

You're so tense, Hermione's voice whispered in Minerva's mind, the tone soft but teasing. I can feel it. You need to relax, love. Let me help you.