Author's Note 1: I own nothing. The Characters belong to J. K. Rowling and the original song lyrics (which I've slightly changed) are David Guetta's "Turn me on" (suggested song for reading most of this chapter)

AN 2: This is a bit AU. Everything in DH happened, but the fiction is not epilogue compliant.

AN 3: This will be a bit OOC for Minerva. You've been warned :)

A most fortunate coincidence

Minerva McGonagall, aggravated by the ever increasing number of her student's abysmally foolish attempts to weasel out of work, stretched her aching shoulders in a cat-like fashion. 'I cannot believe they would not bloody think that I would recognize my own articles when I read them...' She grumbled while pacing her office floor to get rid of some excess energy.

After some minutes she glanced back at the uninviting heap of parchments she still had to grade. She took a couple of slow steps towards her desk to resume her work but suddenly changed her mind. 'Oh bugger it... it is the last day of the winter holidays after all...' She reasoned with herself. She conjured a glass instead and poured herself some Firewhisky, wondering what to do on her last free night before the students arrived.


Hermione Granger was lying on her back across her bed massaging her temples. She had to stop reading a half an hour ago due to the very annoying fact that she could not will herself to concentrate any more. She had been reading all day hoping to finish her research paper on a new Transfiguration theory. Although Minerva still taught the 7th year students Hermione took over the rest of the classes. The only other times she stopped reading was during meal times, and even then, more in hopes of having a nice conversation with her secret crush rather than due to hunger for food.

Unfortunately, Minerva did not appear for dinner so Hermione could not satisfy her hunger for the dark haired Headmistress that had been preying on her for as long as she could remember. In fact, she could feel the very same hunger coursing though her body right now, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it.

Believing that Minerva would most likely reject her if she ever revealed her secret, Hermione, in a desperate attempt to get her colleague out of her head reached for a smallish object she got for her birthday from a muggle friend – the only one who remained by her side after she received her letter of admission to Hogwarts.


Minerva was half way though her glass of whisky when the idea to visit Hermione struck her. 'Now why didn't I think of that earlier...she's been working all day long, she most likely needs a break just as much as I do' She mused as she drained the remaining whisky in her glass.

When the girl sent her an owl asking if there was teaching position available ten years ago Minerva could not believe her luck. She immediately replied that since she became Headmistress she was in great need of a Transfigurations professor to help her out. Hermione had been her colleague ever since and Minerva couldn't quite pinpoint when it started, but she realized that her feelings for the young woman were growing stronger with every day. About two years ago, even though Minerva was very reluctant to admit it, she discovered that she somehow fell in love with Hermione.

'Might as well try to summon that famous Gryffindor courage inside myself and tell her how I feel about her...' with that plan in mind she turned into her cat form, figuring it would be much faster that way.


In a matter of minutes she was outside Hermione's office. She didn't need to bother with knocking, Hermione always gave her the passwords to her rooms whenever she changed them.

When she stepped into the office she was surprised to see the room empty. At first she wondered where her friend and colleague might have gone and was about to check the library when suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks. Due to her Animagus status she had heightened senses and could easily pick up an unfamiliar sound that was mixed with the soft murmur of Hermione's voice coming from her private rooms. She gingerly took a few steps closer and noticed that the door was ajar and could now undoubtedly hear some type of strange music coming from the room. 'Must be a muggle song...' Minerva thought but before she could knock she heard Hermione cast a charm on something and the next words that reached her ears made her eyebrows ascend into her hairline.

Minerva, Minerva need you bad, hold me babe
Minerva, Minerva where ya at? Give me something
I need your love, I need your love, I need your loving
You got that kind of magic that keeps me comin'

'What?' Was all Minerva could think of. She could not believe what she had just heard. She stood at the door as if paralysed, unable and unwilling to move. She needed to know if it was only her mind playing tricks on her before she did anything. Hermione murmured another spell and a moment later Minerva recognized the soft sound of heavy teaching robes hitting the floor. 'What on earth is she doing in there?' Minerva's mind reeled in a thousand directions.

But if she thought that the situation could not get her more bothered she was soon proved to be wrong as she suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of a sigh erupt from Hermione's lips. This was too much for Minerva's nerves. Transforming into a tabby cat again she sneaked into the room, where, due to her enhanced cat eyes she could clearly see a naked Hermione caressing her body in tune with the strange music.

Make me come alive, come on and turn me on
Touch me, save my life, come on and turn me on
I'm too young to die, come on and turn me on
Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me on

Minerva had to sit down at the sight in front of her, not even four legs could keep her upright as she watched the object of her affections pleasure herself, oblivious to her presence.

One hand was massaging a soft breast, occasionally pinching and tugging at a nipple, the other was traveling south across her stomach, until it reached it's destination between the woman's shapely thighs, the contact forcing her to arch her back as a moan tumbled from her lips.

Make me come alive, come on and turn me on
Touch me, save my life, come on and turn me on
I'm too young to die, come on and turn me on
Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me on

Minerva, even as a cat, could feel herself heating up at the sight. She knew she was behaving in a very disgraceful way watching her friend pleasure herself but she could not rid her mind of the fact that she heard her own name sang a minute ago.

Hermione was now moaning and sighing considerably more as her fingers between her legs took on a faster pace.

Min, I'm achin' , make it right
My temperature is super high
If I scream, if I cry
It's only cause I feel alive

My body needs a hero
Come and save me
Something tells me you know how to save me
I've been feeling real low
Oh, I need you come and rescue me

Again Minerva was sure she heard 'Min' in the song. 'It cannot be a muggle world. But...' Her mind was soon otherwise preoccupied as Hermione pulled up a leg which gave her an even clearer view to what exactly she was doing.

"Uhhhh... Minerva..." Hermione moaned, nearly giving the other witch a heart attack. Minerva froze on the spot and her first thought was to flee somehow from the embarrassing scene that would surely ensue, now that she was caught in the act of spying. However, a second later she realized that Hermione was still unaware of her presence. Her jaw dropped as she realized that Hermione was probably thinking about *her* while touching herself.

Make me come alive, come on and turn me on
Touch me, save my life, come on and turn me on
I'm too young to die, come on and turn me on
Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me on

If it was possible for a cat to blush Minerva's cheeks would have turned six shades of red by now. Hermione's breath was now coming in quick and short gasps, her body writhing under her own ministrations. The more dignified side of Minerva was screaming at her to get out of the room and let the woman tend to her needs in privacy but she could not force herself to tear her gaze from the body of the woman she recently realized she was falling in love with.

You've got my life in the palm of your hands
Come save me now
I know you can(I know you can
)

"Uhhhhhnnn... Min... Min...ervaaa.." Hermione let out a long, deep moan, her body arching off the bed rigidly as she finally reached her peak. Falling back on the bed and panting Hermione was lying motionless on the bed, her eyes still closed as she tried to get her breathing back under control.

Minerva wisely chose this moment to scamper out of the room before she was really discovered. She ran all the way to her own rooms without stopping. Once she reached the safety of her room she turned back to her human form again, sporting a look that betrayed deep guilt as well as unbearable arousal.

Minerva furiously paced around in her office for quite a while, trying to smother the burning sensation in her lower regions, feeling far too guilty to relieve herself after the recent events.

"How the bloody hell am I going to face her in the morning?" Minerva cried out suddenly. She realized with horror that tomorrow was Sunday, and come morning, Hermione was bound to show up for a private breakfast just like she did every Sunday for the past couple of years.

She would have to act as if she had not witnessed Hermione pleasuring herself while thinking of her! "Oy..." Minerva mumbled, thunderstruck for the second time that night.


To be continued...

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since she became Headmistress she was in great need of a Transfigurations professor.