The End of Hell (On hold. May be discontinued)

The weekend

There is smut in this chapter for those who have unholy eyes, don't read if you don't want to, I'm pretty sure that no one has holy eyes anymore. I was also unprepared to write this

Saturday:

The weekend came along faster than Minerva had expected. She was happy that she got to go out with Poppy. It hadn't been done in a while. Minerva was grading the last of her papers when a knock came at the door. "Come in." She said and Poppy was standing in the doorway. "Minerva! You're supposed to be getting ready!" Poppy said. "It's my last paper!" Minerva looked back down and finished grading her last paper. "There, done. Now I will go get ready." Poppy smiled at that. 

A few minutes later, Minerva came out of her room wearing a muggle red long-sleeve plaid flannel, a pair of black skinny jeans, black ankle boots, and a black spaghetti strap tank top underneath. Her hair was in her usual tight bun, she refused to let anyone see her with her hair down in Hogwarts. Poppy was wearing a yellow sundress with sunflowers, and black flats. Her hair was in a loose bun and had a few strands hanging from her face. They casted disillusionment charms on their clothes so it wouldn't cause any suspicion. As soon as they were out of the Hogwarts boundaries, they apparated away to their small house.

Their house was nothing big, it was a nice, small, little house that was just right for the two of them. It was a two bedroom house with two bathrooms, a decent sized kitchen, and a nice living room. "So," Minerva said. "when are we going to this club?" She looked at Poppy who was smiling. "Tonight." She said. "And then we can have the whole weekend to ourselves." Minerva sighed and looked her witch in the eyes. God she loved that witch. Her blue eyes were like oceans. The way those eyes looked into your soul when they capture you. Minerva was lost at sea every time she looked into the blue eyes of Poppy Pomfrey. 

When Poppy's eyes met Minerva's, it took the breath out of her. The way her eyes stared at you, with a stern but friendly look. It was like she was lost in a jungle, trying to find her way out, but couldn't. Minerva McGonagall was a strict woman, yes, but deep down she was everything you could ever want. She was fierce, she was kind, she was smart, and she was ambitious. She could be as fierce as a lion one day, and could be a whole new person the next. She would do anything to protect you, she was determined, and only Poppy Pomfrey can bring that out of Minerva McGonagall. 

Minerva was brought out of her trance when Poppy pulled her in for a kiss. She was a little startled at first but quickly melted into her arms. Poppy deepened the kiss and pushed Minerva against a wall. It was passionate, filled with lust and love and hunger. Poppy started to trail her hand up underneath Minerva's shirt but quickly stopped her. "Save that for later tonight, love. What time do we leave?" 

"We can leave whenever you want." Poppy said. Minerva cast a tempus charm and it read 10:48. "Well, let's leave around 11:30 - 12-ish. That gives us about an hour to an hour and a half to get ready." "Okay, let's go get ready." Poppy said and they both went their separate ways. 

An hour and 15 minutes later

After an hour and 15 minutes they both met in the living room to show each other what they had changed into. When they both entered the living room, both of their breaths were taken away from them as they laid eyes on each other.