Hermione’s head snapped up at the mention of house-elves, her eyes narrowing slightly. “House-elves?” she repeated, a note of indignation creeping into her voice. She had never been able to shake her discomfort with the idea of house-elf servitude, even after everything she had learned about the complex relationship between magical families and their elves.
As she took in the sight, a sudden ache flared in her arm—the arm where Bellatrix Lestrange had once carved the word “Mudblood” into her skin. Hermione winced, the familiar sting creeping along the length of the scar, not just a dull throb but a deeper, more visceral pain that seemed to come alive under her skin. She pressed her hand against the old wound instinctively, as if by covering it, she could suppress the magic still trapped there, dark and unyielding.
"We have a lot of work to do," Minerva murmured, her voice soft but laced with something Hermione couldn't quite place. Her thumb continued its gentle path across Hermione’s skin, the motion rhythmic, almost hypnotic.
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As Hermione and Minerva arrive at McGonagall Manor, they are both eager to untangle the magical bond between them. However, the warmth between them grows as Minerva’s gentle touch draws Hermione closer. Just as their connection deepens, a ghostly figure interrupts them, forcing Minerva to confront her past while the bond between them strengthens.
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Hermione’s heart fluttered, her breath catching in her throat as warmth began to bloom in the pit of her stomach, unfurling like a slow, rising heat. It spread through her, making her feel lightheaded and aware of every point of contact between them. Minerva’s touch wasn’t just calming—it was magnetic. The faint hum of magic between them seemed to pulse in time with their heartbeats, quickening with each stroke of Minerva’s thumb. Before Hermione could fully comprehend what was happening, she found herself leaning in, as if drawn by some invisible force. Her body moved on its own, closing the space between them without hesitation, her eyes locked on Minerva’s. Her pulse pounded in her ears, and the warmth bubbling in her chest became almost unbearable, an aching desire that she couldn’t shake. Minerva didn’t pull away. If anything, she seemed just as affected, her breathing deepening as the gap between them narrowed. Her eyes, usually so sharp and guarded, softened in a way Hermione had never seen before. For a moment, it was just the two of them, suspended in the quiet warmth of the room, the air around them charged with something electric, something inevitable.
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