Day 11: “You’re My Teacher. Teach Me”

Day 11: "You're My Teacher. Teach Me"

The sun filtered through the curtains of Hermione's bedroom, casting a warm glow across the room as she lay sprawled across the bed, her head resting comfortably on Minerva's chest. It was one of those rare, lazy Saturdays where neither the Minister of Magic nor the Headmistress of Hogwarts had pressing duties. The world outside could wait, and for now, it was just the two of them, wrapped in the soft, slow moments of early morning.

Hermione sighed contentedly, her fingertips lightly tracing idle patterns over Minerva's bare skin. The warmth between them was palpable, and even though they had only recently started seeing each other, there was a sense of deep connection that seemed to come naturally. Minerva's hand rested on Hermione's back, moving gently up and down, each touch filled with quiet affection.

"I could get used to this," Hermione murmured, her voice soft and sleepy as she nuzzled against Minerva's shoulder.

Minerva let out a quiet chuckle, her fingers combing gently through Hermione's unruly curls. "I would hope so, lass," she teased, her voice carrying that familiar warmth that never failed to soothe Hermione. "You work far too hard. We both do."

Hermione hummed in agreement, her eyes fluttering closed as she relished the feeling of being so close to Minerva. This—this was what she had craved for so long. The peace, the intimacy, the quiet moments between them that made the weight of their demanding lives seem lighter.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Hermione shifted slightly, her eyes lifting to meet Minerva's. A playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she propped herself up on one elbow, her fingers still tracing absentmindedly over Minerva's chest. "You know," Hermione began, her tone light but filled with something more—an undercurrent of curiosity, maybe even a little challenge. "You've been my teacher for a long time… in many ways."

Minerva raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Is that so?"

Hermione grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against Minerva's neck. "Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with a teasing edge. "You've taught me so much, Minerva. But there's still so much I want to learn."

The older witch's lips curved into a knowing smile, her hand sliding up to rest on her lover's arm. "Oh? And what, exactly, would you like me to teach you, Miss Granger?" she asked, her voice taking on that familiar tone she often used when she was testing her students' knowledge.

The Minister's smile widened as she shifted again, moving so she was straddling Minerva's hips, her hands resting on either side of the older woman's waist. She leaned down, her lips brushing lightly against the other woman's ear as she whispered, "You're my teacher, Minerva. Teach me."

Minerva's breath hitched slightly at the words, her hands coming up to rest on Hermione's hips. There was a shift in the air between them—something deeper, more intimate. Minerva's eyes darkened as she looked up at the younger woman, her lips curving into a slow, deliberate smile.

"Teach you?" The Headmistress echoed softly, her voice filled with a low, seductive tone that sent a shiver down the young witch's spine. "I've been loving women for nearly three decades, Miss Granger. I think I can teach you a thing or two."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Minerva's voice, her body tingling with anticipation. She knew the older woman was experienced—had known it from the beginning—but hearing her say it so plainly, so confidently, made her pulse quicken. She could feel the weight of those years, the knowledge and experience that Minerva carried with her, and the idea of being guided through it all was both thrilling and terrifying in the best way possible.

The raven haired woman's hands slid up her lover's sides, her touch slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of skin beneath her fingertips. "First things first, my dear," she murmured, her voice low as her fingers traced along the curve of Hermione's waist. "It's all about control. Control over your magic… and control over your partner."

Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she felt Minerva's magic brush lightly against her skin, a soft, warm tingle that made her shiver in the best possible way. She had felt Minerva's magic before, of course, but never like this—never so intimately intertwined with her own body.

Minerva's eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched the younger witch tremble beneath her. "Magic is a powerful tool in bed, Miss Granger," she said softly, her fingers moving lower, tracing patterns along Hermione's thighs. "It can heighten sensation, deepen intimacy, and open up possibilities you've never imagined."

Hermione's mind was racing, her body already humming with anticipation. "Show me, Professor," she whispered, her voice breathless as she leaned down to press a soft kiss to Minerva's lips. "Teach me how to use magic like you do."

"That's Headmistress to you, Miss Granger." The older woman's hands moved slowly, letting her magic weave through the air that made the room fill with a soft. The magic was like a warm blanket, cocooning the young woman in warmth.

"Close your eyes," the Headmistress whispered, her voice very much like her Professor McGonagall tone. Her student obeyed without hesitation, her eyes fluttering closed as she let herself sink into the sensation of Minerva's magic enveloping her.

The first touch was light, almost imperceptible—a soft, warm caress of magic that danced along the surface of Hermione's skin, making her shiver with pleasure. Minerva's fingers followed, tracing the same path as the magic, heightening the sensation and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to Hermione's core.

"Feel that?" Minerva murmured, her voice a soft purr in Hermione's ear. "That's just the beginning."

Slowly, the magic began to solidify, forming distinct sensations against Hermione's skin. What had started as a gentle caress now felt like firm, insistent hands tracing her body, exploring every curve, every sensitive spot. Hermione's eyes widened. This she had not read about in Hogwarts library. "How?"

The older witch didn't answer watching as the magic teased the young woman's nipples, the sensation sharp and electric as it tugged and rolled, the pressure increasing with each passing moment. Minerva's own hands rested lightly Hermione's hips. A small, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she leaned in, her breath warm against Hermione's ear.

"Do you feel that, love?" Minerva whispered, her voice soft but filled with authority. "It's like having extra hands, isn't it? Touching you… everywhere."

Hermione could only nod. It wasn't just her nipples—it was everywhere. The magic seemed to multiply, ghosting over her thighs, her hips, and her stomach. It was as if Minerva had conjured multiple hands, each one with a distinct purpose, each one teasing, stroking, driving her closer to the edge.

The sensation of something solid and warm pressing against her clit made Hermione moan softly, her hips bucking slightly, seeking more pressure. Arousal pooled between her thighs. What felt like tow magical fingers, pressed against her entrance, teasing it. It waited. Even as Hermione whined for it to do more, the magical digits stayed still.

"Do you want to learn more, Miss Granger?"

"Please…please, Headmistress! I need it," Hermione's voice was thick with need. She had never wanted something so badly in her life. The way the other hands were working her breasts and clit were making her drip with need.

Suddenly, magical fingers the felt oddly similar to the Headmistress's were pumping inside her with hard and fast thrusts, mimicking Minerva's usual rhythm. Hermione whimpered, her hands clutching the sheets as the magic around her. She could feel the heat pooling low in her belly, the tightness growing until it was nearly unbearable.

"Please," Hermione gasped, her voice breathless as she arched her back, her body trembling under the onslaught of the other woman's magic. "Please, Minerva… I need…"

The older woman's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she leaned down, her lips brushing against Hermione's neck as she whispered, "Tell me what you need, love. Beg for it."

Hermione's breath hitched, her body shaking as the magic continued its relentless assault. "I need… I need to come," she whimpered, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please, Minerva… I can't take it anymore."

Minerva's smile deepened as she pressed a soft kiss to Hermione's throat, her hands sliding up to cradle her face. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice filled with approval. "Now, let go."

With those words, the magic around Hermione intensified, the hands pulling and tweaking, the solid pressure against her clit becoming almost overwhelming. The invisible force inside her thrust harder, deeper, filling her completely as the sensation of multiple hands roamed her body, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Hermione cried out, her body shaking as the orgasm crashed over her, the waves of pleasure tearing through her with an intensity that left her gasping for air. Her hands fisted in the sheets as her body convulsed, her breath coming in ragged, uneven bursts as the older woman's magic carried her through the orgasm, drawing it out until she thought she might lose her mind.

Minerva watched her lover with a satisfied smile, her hands never leaving Hermione's skin as the magic continued to pulse, to drive Hermione higher and higher. "That's it, my love," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "Let it all go."

Hermione's body finally collapsed against the bed, her muscles trembling with the aftershocks of her release. The magic slowly began to fade, the invisible hands disappearing one by one until all that was left was the warmth of Minerva's touch.

Minerva leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Hermione's temple as she whispered, "You did so well, love. You're learning quickly."

Hermione's breath was still shaky as she opened her eyes, her body feeling weightless, spent, but completely satisfied. "I think… I still have a lot to learn," she murmured, her lips curving into a lazy smile.

Minerva chuckled softly, her hand stroking gently down Hermione's back. "Oh, I have no doubt about that, Miss Granger. But don't worry… I'll teach you everything you need to know."