"I've been dealing with all these… frustrations recently. I can't focus!" Hermione exhaled forcibly and ran her fingers through already wild curls. "My work is suffering. I read the same chapter three times this week and retained nothing." She took a step closer to Minerva, who clutched her cup of tea defensively. Hermione spoke softly this time, "Please… Minerva…"

Hermione's body was protesting the physical demands of the Headmistress. But she could not complain, really, as the older woman was giving her something she had wanted for a very long time. Even if she was upon her at all hours of the day. One-shot.

It's the summer after the battle and Minerva McGonagall has a problem - an attractive, female, brown-eyed one. One-shot.