Kinktober: Hermione/Minerva One-Shots

Day 7 - Breeding Kink/DubCon or Noncon Getting Pregnant

*Trigger Warning: noncon pregnancy - Minerva tries to get Hermione pregnant without Hermione knowing*

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the dark wood of Minerva McGonagall's chambers. The room was quiet, save for the occasional pop of the embers and the soft rustling of clothes being discarded. Hermione stood in front of the fire, her robes slipping off her shoulders, the tension from her long day as Minister of Magic still clinging to her like a heavy weight.

It had been weeks since their last meeting, weeks of quiet longing and stolen glances when they crossed paths in the Ministry or at Hogwarts. But now, in the privacy of Minerva's chambers, that tension began to unravel. Hermione's breath came in soft, uneven bursts as she watched Minerva move toward her, the years of their secret affair weighing heavily in the air between them.

Minerva's eyes, sharp and filled with something deeper than desire, traced over Hermione's figure with barely restrained hunger. There was something possessive in the way she looked at her, something that had only grown stronger over the years. The secret affair had started innocently enough—a moment of weakness after a Ministry function, a shared kiss in the shadows of the corridor. But it had spiraled into something neither of them could stop, something that had woven itself into the fabric of their lives.

Hermione, still married to Ron, had never left him for the sake of their children. But the marriage had long since faded into formality. They hadn't shared a bed in years. Ron, ever the doting father, had grown distant in other ways, and Hermione found solace, comfort, and passion in Minerva. They met every couple of weeks, seeking each other out when the weight of the world became too much to bear, but it was Minerva who carried the secret hope of something more.

"You've been busy," Minerva murmured, her voice low and rough with desire as she stepped closer, her hands reaching up to gently brush the fabric from Hermione's shoulders, letting it pool at her feet.

Hermione let out a soft sigh, her body trembling as Minerva's touch ignited something deep inside her. "Too busy," she whispered, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "I've been thinking about this... about you."

Minerva's lips curled into a small smile, her fingers brushing lightly over Hermione's skin, sending shivers down her spine. "You always think too much," she teased gently, though there was an edge to her voice—something possessive, something hungry. "It's time to let go."

Hermione leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed as Minerva's hands roamed her body with practiced ease, sliding down her sides, her hips, before pausing at her waist. Minerva's fingers gripped her gently but firmly, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other.

"I missed this," Hermione breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Minerva hummed softly in response, her lips brushing against Hermione's neck as her hands moved lower, her fingers teasing at the waistband of Hermione's knickers. "I missed you," she whispered, her breath hot against Hermione's skin. But her thoughts were racing, and the intensity in her gaze hadn't waned. Tonight was different.

There had been something growing between them, something Minerva had kept hidden in the shadows of their affair. The affair wasn't just an indulgence of lust for Minerva—it was something more. Over the years, her desire for Hermione had transformed into an all-consuming need. And tonight, Minerva intended to take it a step further.

Hermione, unaware of the true depth of Minerva's desire, sighed softly, her body relaxing under Minerva's touch. She had no idea what Minerva was planning—no idea that tonight wasn't just about the passion they shared but about Minerva's quiet, carefully laid plans. Plans that involved a transfiguration spell Hermione hadn't even considered possible.