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Minerva McGonagall was all in a tizzy; and for Minerva this was unthinkable, not to mention unheard of and just plain not acceptable.   But there you are, she was in one, and the question now is what was she going to do about it? 

The day had started out well enough, but being Saturday meant that it was indeed special.  At least for Minerva.  All Saturdays at Hogwarts started out about the same, but it was Saturday evenings that gave Minerva the most pleasure. Literally.  For it meant, baring a storm of Dragon fire or a troll uprising, that at precisely nine P.M. there would be a knock at her door and Xiomara Hooch would be there for their Saturday “soiree”, as they euphemistically referred to it.  It was, in fact, the only time that the two of them could “let their hair down” and act like schoolgirls themselves.  It was a ritual they had been practicing for years and it always included tea, freshly baked shortbread biscuits, a goodly portion of a bottle of single malt whisky, a cozy fire and…sex.  In fact, it was mostly comprised of sex if the truth were told. 

And so, the knock on her door at five minutes to nine found Minerva freshly bathed, powdered and attired only in a saucy little silk night dress and dressing gown combination, in a very fetching dark green and blue tartan; although perhaps a bit more transparent than was her normal nighttime attire. She had been looking forward all week to this moment and that was probably why she hadn’t bothered to look at the clock.  Xio was punctual to a degree that bordered on obsession.   

Minerva rushed to the door, struck a sultry pose, put on her best “Hello sailor …new in town?” pout and flung open the door.  To her discomfort it was not her lover standing at the threshold. It was in fact Severus Snape and if things could have been any worse, he was not alone.  It was, as they say, truly a Kodak moment. Hence the tizzy. There was also the sound of a door slamming shut.

The next three and a half seconds, to Minerva’s reckoning, took about four hours to pass. But somehow she managed to keep enough presence of mind to draw her wand, change the length and the transparency of her attire, bind up her hair and reopen the door with a look on her face that betrayed nothing.  It was a tour de force performance. Snape however, looked like he was wishing for some higher power to strike him blind.  The students he had by the scruff of their necks however, were biting their tongues in order not to laugh and possibly make a bad situation worse. There was only the slightest tremble in Minerva’s voice.

“Good evening Professor Snape.  May I help you?”

Severus swallowed hard and pretended he not seen what he thought he had.  “I’m sorry to bother you Professor at such a late hour…but I believe these belong to you?” he said dryly pushing the two students beyond the threshold of the doorway.

Minerva glanced at the two faces before her and nodded.  “Miss Granger and Miss Weasley.  Of course they are of my House Professor. You know that as well as I.”

“I caught them in the Restricted Section of the Library this evening Professor. After hours?  I have already taken one hundred points each from Gryffindor for their, erm, transgression.”

“That seems a bit harsh Severus. Surely fifty points would do as well? And I see no reason why this matter can’t be administered to on Monday?”

“There are, erm, extenuating circumstances Professor McGonagall. I thought it best if they were dealt with…swiftly, shall we say?”

Minerva thought she saw a small bead of sweat form on Severus’ forehead. “Extenuating…?”

Severus squirmed. “Precisely!”

Minerva stood there with her arms folded across her chest waiting, but Snape seemed disinclined to continue. “Yes? Do go on Professor.”

“Perhaps it would be best if you heard it from them?”  Severus almost sounded as though he were pleading.

“Ach!  You were the one to take points Professor.  I would prefer to hear it from you!”

Snape hesitated a bit.  Normally he relished catching students not of his House breaking the rules but this time he seemed positively reluctant to continue. “I found them…out of uniform as it were,” he said quickly.

“It is Saturday Severus,” said Minerva coldly.  “Students are allowed to be out of school uniform on the weekends.”

Severus squirmed again.

“Yes?”

 “They were…disheveled,” he said lamely.

“Disheveled?  You thought it necessary to take a hundred points each from Miss Weasley and Miss Granger because they were “disheveled”?” 

There was a small snort from Ginny and a small groan from Hermione.  “Silence!  The both of you!  Stand over there and be quiet now. Professor Snape and I are talking.  You two will have a chance after we are done, if you please.”  She turned her attention back to Severus who was now sweating more visibly. “Please continue Professor.  You said disheveled?  Would you care to elaborate?”

Snape shook his head vigorously. “Not really, if you don’t mind Professor.”

“Oh, but I insist!” Minerva found herself breathing rather heavily. It didn’t take her but a moment to realize that something was in the air and as Snape hesitated, she took a small breath through her nose and almost swooned.  The room positively reeked of pheromones and the healthy sweet smell of girl sex.  Oh dear gods, thought Minerva, please don’t tell me!  Suddenly she realized that she shouldn’t give any hint that she recognized any of these delicious odors. Play dumb Minerva, she thought. Without turning her head she glanced at the girls and realized that they were both holding their trainers in their hands and that Ginny's blouse was mis-buttoned while Hermione’s looked as though she had mopped the floor with hers.  She took a deep breath and stared at Severus with one eyebrow raised until he finally spoke.  She found her pulse was somewhat erratic.

Severus pleaded with his eyes.  “Oh just look at them Professor! I’m sure you will see what I mean!”

“What I see Professor, are two young women from my House who, although a bit rumpled, seem to be otherwise in fine fettle. So, if you have something more to say?”

Snape looked defeated.  “They were…. well they…Well actually they…’

“Yes Professor?”

Severus pawed at this brow.  “They were,erm, well…en déshabillé shall we say?”

“En déshabillé Professor?  Explain please?”

“Oh for the love of the gods Minerva are you going to make me say it?” he cried.

“If it’s worth a hundred points each, yes I am Professor!  They were what?”

“THEY WERE NAKED!”

“Naked?”

“Yes!  Starkers!  And there was ….”

“Yes?”

“And they were pawing!”

“Really?  Pawing?  Pawing what?”

“Each other!”

“No!”

“Yes! And there seemed to be rather a lot of…snogging!”

“Snogging?”

“Kissing actually!”

“Really?  Kissing you say? Kissing whom Professor?”
 
“Well…each other of course!”

“Do tell. Was there anything else?”

”Yes!  And…they were….well…I found them in flagrante delicto, if you will.”

“Flagrante delicto?  Oh my!  Whatever do you mean Severus? Could you be a bit more specific?”

“I’d rather not...”

“Well please do Severus! I’m sure you are capable if you put your mind to it.”

“They were engaged in…well…they were shagging!”

“No!  Are you certain?  I’m sorry Severus, but I don’t think it’s possible for two women to shag as you so delicately put it.”

Snape sputtered incoherently.  “Well, they were!  Or whatever the Sapphic equivilent is!  They were doing it!”

“Doing “it” Professor?”

“Repeatedly!”

“Really?  Sapphic equivilent?  You’re sure about this?”

Snape nodded as if his head were attached by an elastic cord to his neck. “Exactly!”

“You’re positive?”

“YES!  I’ve just said so haven’t I?”

Minerva glanced at her clock and saw that Xio would be here in exactly one minute.  She had to end this now!  “Well those are very serious accusations of course Professor,” she said as she started to close the door.  “Thank you for bringing this to my attention Professor Snape.  Believe me I’ll give it all of the consideration it’s due.”

“But!”

“Good night Severus.  You poor dear, you look like you should go home and take a rest. Maybe a cold shower?  You seem unnecessarily worked up.  Good night now!”

“But!…”

Slam

Thirty seconds…

Minerva pointed to the door of her adjoining office.  “You two…in there.  I’ll deal with you in a moment!  And we’ll have no “Sapphic equivilent” going on in there if you please!”

Ten seconds…

Minerva took a deep breath but the pheromones still lingered in the air which made her feel more light headed than dealing with Snape and his hesitant descriptions of girl sex.  She felt herself dampening. 

Knock Knock…

Oh Merlin!  She had to warn Xio that the girls were in the next room!  She opened the door with her finger to her lips but Xio was having none of it.  Minerva felt herself being swept off of her feet as Xio’s lips closed on her own. 

“Mmmmmgph!”  she said, or tried to, but Xio’s mouth pressed to hers all the harder.

“Sod the tea Minnie,” whispered Xio as she pulled back briefly,” I’ve been waiting all week for this!”

Minerva felt her concern dissolve and fell into the kiss with all of the spirit she could muster.  The girls could surely wait just for a minute.  Minerva felt herself being laid down on the overstuffed couch.

“I wonder why she put us in here?” asked Hermione as she tied the laces of her trainers.  She heard a muffled gasp from Ginny who was kneeling by the closed door.  “What is it Gin?”

Ginny spun around with her forefinger to her lips and motioned for Hermione to come to her side.  “You aren’t going to believe this!” she said backing away from the keyhole.  “Look!”  The grin on Ginny’s face was positively feral.

Hermione knelt and peered through the keyhole and then jerked her head back and gasped. “Oh Gin!  We shouldn’t be watching this!”

“Want to stop?”

“Of course not!”

Ginny pointed at something at the bottom center of the door.  It was a cat door.  Evidently Minerva liked her comforts no matter what her form at the time.  They both lay flat on the carpet and slowly opened the tiny door until they could see the two figures on the couch.

Xio must have arrived in a state because she was already naked and straddling Minnie's face like one of those American cowboys on a wild bronco.  For her part, Minerva blamed the pheromones that continued to linger heavily on the air and were now mixing with hers and Xio’s. She found each breath to be more intoxicating than the last. 

The girls watched through the little cat door, their mouths agape and their eyes wide.  Silently their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, a caress, a pinch, a loving lingering touch; they all blended into the rhythm of the symphony being played out before them in the next room.  They didn’t see two “older” women making love; instead they saw themselves in fifty or sixty years.  Yes, perhaps the breasts weren’t as firm as they once were and perhaps the bellies were a bit larger, and the hair was grey not lush brown or flaming red, but to them it didn’t matter.  Nor were they titillated because they happened to be watching their teachers.  No, it was more than simply something so base.  They were watching love, real love, and despite their young number of years, they recognized it for what it was.

It was impossible to see Minerva’s face, buried as it was between Xio’s corded thighs but they could see Xio very well.  She was arched backwards, her fingers working deep within Minnie.  It was a place she knew well by now.  She knew just how to thrust and when and how hard and when to refrain from thrusting as well.  Her gold raptor eyes were half closed, her head thrown back and the thick bands of muscle played beneath the skin along her back as the orgasm began to sweep over her.  The girls let them have their climatic moment alone as they rolled together on the thick carpet in Minerva’s office; each woman lost within her lover and each woman’s entire universe was focused on the one they were with.  Age had no meaning anymore.  Love, and sex, are eternal with the right person. The proof was playing out in the next room.

Minerva lay breathing heavily within the circle of Xio’s strong arms.  Given a choice she doubted that there was a single place where would rather be, or anyone else she would rather spend an eternity with.  She was, for the moment, quite content.  Until she remembered. Oh Merlin! Hermione and Ginny were still in her office waiting for her!  Well, she would just have to deal with it then, there was nothing else for it.  But now she had a problem.  She quickly told her lover the tale of what had happened earlier this evening.

“And now I have a problem,” she whispered. “A conundrum if you will.”

Xio looked at her with those bright gold eyes that Minnie felt could see right through her all the way to her soul.  “Yes you do don’t you my love. As I see it, you have to punish them for what we just did.”

“Ah yes.  That is the problem.  But they are students and they are in my care so I suppose I must do something.”  She cuddled her face a little closer to Xio’s small firm breasts.  “Well at least they don’t know about us so I suppose I should be all very stern with them,” she sighed and rose to put on her dressing gown. As she turned to go toward the office door she felt Xio’s hand close on her arm.

“Don’t be too sure about that my dear,” she whispered.

Minerva raised an eyebrow in a “what do you mean by that” gesture as she watched Xio laughing quietly.  Xio pointed at something across the room and Minerva’s gaze followed until she saw the tiny cat door still swinging gently on its hinges. “Perhaps,” Xio whispered with a smile, “you had better confine yourself to giving them a stern lecture on being more discreet?”

Minerva cursed herself for being a fool.  “Oh no!  Don’t tell me that they’ve been…?”

Xio nodded and Minerva sighed as she padded barefooted across the room.

When she opened her office door she found both girls siting in the chairs in front of her desk and looking quite contrite.

“We weren’t you know,” said Ginny.

“Not completely anyway,” added Hermione.

Minerva looked confused.  “You weren’t what girls?  To what are you referring?”

“Professor Snape,” said Ginny sporting a hopeful grin,” said that we were naked and we weren’t really.”

Hermione nodded.  “Socks, “ she said. “We both still had on our socks!”

“And knickers professor! Well sort of. But maybe they weren’t entirely in their proper position.”

“So you see Professor, it wasn’t quite as bad as the way he made it sound,” said Ginny still looking hopeful.

Minerva shook her head from the incongruity. All the ideas she had for her “stern lecture” were blown away as if by a stiff wind.  She motioned each girl to her, wrapping her arms about them, as she ushered them to the outer door. “Perhaps in the future girls you could possibly be a bit more discreet in your choice of places to love one another? For my sake if not your own?  Believe me, I have no wish to dance that dance with professor Snape ever again!”

Both Hermione and Ginny nodded solemnly and then surprised Minerva by giving her a gentle kiss on her cheeks.  Minerva blushed.

“Run along you two.  And please try to be more careful?”  The girls nodded and left the office holding hands and giggling as they ran along the corridor and back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

Ah to be that young again, thought Minerva but then she stopped herself.  No, she thought, not for a million Galleons!  She turned and saw Xio on the couch waiting for her. Here and now was where she wanted to be and nothing, not even the promise of renewed youth, was more enticing to her than the sight of her lover sitting on the couch in front of her. Here and now, she thought.  After all, why mess with perfection?

The End