Day 5 - Sex Magic/Public Teasing

Day 5 - Sex Magic/Public Teasing

The usual murmur of voices filled the Hogwarts staff room as the professors gathered for their weekly meeting. The clinking of teacups and the shuffle of parchment created a familiar background hum as Headmistress Minerva McGonagall prepared to address her staff.

Minerva stood at the head of the table, her expression calm and composed, though her mind was focused on the agenda. She had a list of points to cover—curriculum updates, disciplinary matters, and a discussion about upcoming exams. It was routine, like most of these meetings, and she expected little deviation.

That is, until she felt a familiar presence in the back of her mind.

It was subtle at first, a gentle brush against her thoughts—so light that Minerva might have dismissed it if she hadn't recognized the source. Hermione Granger, her wife and colleague, sat across the table, her expression perfectly neutral as she flipped through her notes. But Minerva knew better. She had grown accustomed to Hermione's presence in her mind, the way she could slip in so easily, without anyone else noticing.

Minerva...

The voice echoed softly in her mind, warm and teasing. Minerva didn't respond immediately, her eyes flicking toward Hermione as she continued speaking to the rest of the staff. But there was a slight tension in her shoulders now, a subtle shift in her posture as she realized what was happening.

I know you can hear me...

Hermione's voice was more insistent now, and Minerva could feel the gentle tug of Legilimency, the way Hermione was brushing against her thoughts, prodding gently but deliberately. Minerva's grip tightened slightly on the edge of the table, her heart quickening as she fought to maintain her composure.

Not here, Minerva thought, her mental voice sharp, though there was an unmistakable undercurrent of anticipation.

But Hermione wasn't deterred. If anything, the mental resistance only seemed to encourage her.

Why not? Hermione's voice purred in Minerva's mind, the tone playful, almost wicked. No one will know. It's just us.

Minerva could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, though she did her best to keep her expression neutral. She was Headmistress, after all, and this was a staff meeting. There was no place for such... distractions. But Hermione had a way of getting under her skin, of pushing her just enough to make her want to break the rules, and Minerva could already feel her resolve slipping.

"Hermione," Minerva said aloud, her voice calm as she addressed her wife across the table. "Would you like to add anything about the exam schedules?"

Hermione looked up from her notes, her expression perfectly innocent, though there was a glint of mischief in her eyes. "No, Headmistress," she said sweetly, her tone completely professional. But in Minerva's mind, the words were different.

I'd rather talk about what I want to do to you later.

Minerva's breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening as the words echoed in her mind. She glanced quickly around the room, but none of the other professors seemed to notice the tension between them. They were too focused on the agenda, on the discussion at hand.

But Minerva was no longer focused on the meeting. Her attention was solely on Hermione, on the way she was weaving her way into Minerva's thoughts with such precision, such care. The Legilimency wasn't invasive—it was intimate, a private connection between them that no one else could see or feel.

You're so tense, Hermione's voice whispered in Minerva's mind, the tone soft but teasing. I can feel it. You need to relax, love. Let me help you.

Minerva's grip on the table tightened, her heart pounding in her chest as Hermione's thoughts pressed deeper into her mind, the connection growing stronger. She could feel the warmth of Hermione's presence, the way her wife's thoughts were wrapping around her, teasing her, coaxing her into letting go.

I could have you right here, Hermione's voice purred in Minerva's mind, the words soft but filled with unmistakable intent. No one would know. You'd stay perfectly composed, wouldn't you? You know I am quite adept at charms and transfiguration... but of course, you know that. You remember how I used both last night?

Minerva bit down on the inside of her cheek, trying desperately to keep her expression neutral. Her body, however, betrayed her—the rush of heat pooling low in her belly was immediate, a visceral response to Hermione's words. The memories of the previous night, vivid and heated, flashed in her mind, unbidden. Hermione's hands on her, the way she'd used magic to enhance every touch, every sensation... Minerva could still feel the echoes of it on her skin.

Luckily, Professor Sprout was deep in conversation, prattling on about improvements to the greenhouses. Minerva barely had to contribute, nodding absently as Sprout went on. It gave her the cover she needed, but Hermione's presence was overwhelming, making it difficult to focus on anything but the heat building between them.

I could bend you over your desk right now, Hermione continued, her mental voice dark and teasing, you know how powerful my glamors are, no one would even notice we had gotten up. You'd feel everything... and I'd watch you struggle to keep that perfect composure of yours.

Minerva swallowed hard, her grip tightening on the edge of the table as the image Hermione projected into her mind took shape. She could see it clearly—Hermione behind her, pressing her against her own desk in the privacy of her office. Minerva's breath hitched as she felt Hermione's hands on her in the fantasy, her body responding instantly to the vividness of the projection.

You remember how good you sounded last night, don't you? Hermione's voice was soft, seductive, filling Minerva's mind with flashes of their previous night together. The way you moaned my name... the way you begged for more when I transfigured my tongue.

Minerva's breath hitched, her body reacting instinctively to the memory. She could still feel the phantom sensation of Hermione's tongue, magically altered to be more intense, more skilled. Her mind was racing, trying to focus on the meeting, but Hermione's words were wrapping around her like a vice, pulling her deeper into the fantasy.

You loved it, didn't you? Hermione's voice purred in her mind, the words accompanied by vivid imagery that made Minerva's pulse quicken. The way I used magic to make you come over and over, until you couldn't take it anymore.

Minerva's knuckles whitened as she gripped the edge of the table, her body trembling slightly as Hermione's thoughts pressed deeper into her consciousness. The vividness of the images Hermione was projecting into her mind was overwhelming—images of her being bent over the very table they were sitting at, Hermione standing behind her, her wand flicking in the air as she transfigured Minerva's body, making every touch, every caress more intense.

Imagine it, Hermione whispered, the image in Minerva's mind shifting to something even more intense. Right here, in front of everyone. I could have you spread out on the table...

Minerva's breath came in short, shallow gasps as the imagery became more explicit. She could see herself now, lying on her back on the table, her robes pulled open, her legs parted as Hermione's wand moved through the air. Every flick of Hermione's wand would send pulses of magic through her body, enhancing every sensation, making her feel things that no ordinary touch could.

I could make you feel everything, Hermione's voice continued, her tone dark, teasing. I could bind your wrists with a simple charm, keep you completely still while I transfigure my tongue again, make it just like last night—no, even better.

Minerva could feel the heat rising in her body, her skin prickling with the sensation of Hermione's fantasy, the vividness of the image making her body react as if it were real. She could see Hermione's head between her legs, her mouth pressing against her, and that transfigured tongue—longer, hotter, more precise—working her relentlessly, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her.

I could make you come over and over, Hermione's mental voice purred, the image intensifying. All while they watched. But of course, they wouldn't see. Only you would feel it, only you would know.

Minerva's body tensed, her legs clenching instinctively under the table as the imagery pushed her closer to the edge. Her breath hitched, and she tried to focus on the meeting, on anything that could pull her back from the brink. But Hermione's presence was everywhere—her thoughts, her words, the vividness of the fantasy was too much.

Minerva felt her control slipping. Her skin was flushed, her pulse racing, and her grip on the table tightened as she tried desperately to maintain some semblance of composure.

Just then, a voice cut through the haze.

"Minerva?" Rolanda Hooch's voice pierced the silence, her brow furrowed in concern as she glanced at the Headmistress. "You look a bit flushed. Are you all right?"

Minerva's heart skipped a beat, her body stiffening as she tried to push the fantasy from her mind. But Hermione wasn't helping. If anything, the interruption seemed to amuse her.

She knows something's wrong, doesn't she? Hermione's voice teased in her mind. But she has no idea how close you are, how badly you want this...

Minerva swallowed hard, her cheeks flushed as she forced a smile, her voice more strained than usual as she replied, "I'm perfectly fine, Rolanda. Just a bit warm."

Rolanda raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but she didn't press the matter further. However, several other professors were now glancing at Minerva with similar concern, and Minerva realized she had to end this before she completely lost control.

Taking a deep breath, Minerva straightened her posture, her voice firm as she spoke. "I think we've covered everything we need to discuss for today." She glanced out the window, her mind racing to find an excuse, her heart still pounding in her chest from Hermione's relentless teasing. "It's a lovely day outside... too nice to be stuck indoors."

The room fell silent for a moment, the professors exchanging confused looks. It was rare for Minerva to cut a meeting short, especially so abruptly. But no one questioned her decision. Slowly, they began gathering their things, the room filled with the soft murmur of chairs being pushed back and papers being shuffled.

Minerva's eyes flicked toward Hermione, who sat calmly at the far end of the table, her expression perfectly neutral, though there was a glint of amusement in her eyes. Minerva clenched her jaw, trying to maintain her composure as she addressed her wife.

"Professor Granger," Minerva said, her tone sharp, though laced with a hint of something more. "A word, please."

Hermione's lips curled into a slight smile as she stood, nodding politely to the other professors as they filed out of the room. Minerva waited until the door closed behind the last of them, her heart still pounding, her body still trembling with the aftereffects of Hermione's mental teasing.

The moment they were alone, Minerva turned to Hermione, her eyes blazing with a mixture of desire and frustration. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"

Hermione smiled innocently, though her eyes glimmered with mischief. "Whatever do you mean, Headmistress?"

Minerva's patience was wearing thin, the tension in her body reaching a breaking point as she glared at Hermione. Her frustration mingled with the undeniable arousal that had been building ever since Hermione started projecting those wicked fantasies into her mind. And now, with the meeting over and the staff gone, there was nothing stopping the inevitable.

"You've been teasing me," Minerva said, her voice low, strained. "All afternoon."

Hermione took a step closer, her body brushing against Minerva's as she smiled sweetly, though there was nothing innocent about the look in her eyes. "Teasing you?" she echoed, her fingers brushing lightly over Minerva's wrist, sending a shiver up the older witch's spine. "I was just reminding you of what's waiting for you."

Minerva's breath hitched, her pulse quickening as Hermione's touch lingered, her fingers trailing up Minerva's arm with deliberate slowness. The warmth of Hermione's body so close, combined with the memory of those vivid fantasies, was almost unbearable. Minerva could feel herself unraveling, her composure slipping with every passing second.

"And what exactly is waiting for me?" Minerva asked, her voice trembling slightly as Hermione's hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

"Oh, I think you know," Hermione whispered, her lips brushing against Minerva's ear, sending a rush of heat through her body. "But if you've forgotten, I'd be happy to remind you."

Without waiting for a response, Hermione's fingers moved swiftly, her wand appearing in her hand as she flicked it in a quick, practiced motion. Minerva barely had time to react before she felt the familiar hum of magic wash over her body, her robes loosening and falling away with a whisper of fabric.

Minerva gasped softly, her body exposed to the cool air of the room as Hermione stepped back, admiring her handiwork. The quickness, the precision of Hermione's magic—it always left Minerva breathless. But this time, there was something more. Something darker, more intense, in the way Hermione was looking at her.

"You're beautiful," Hermione murmured, her voice low as she took in the sight of Minerva, standing bare before her. "But I think we can make this even more interesting, don't you?"

Minerva's breath came in shallow gasps, her pulse racing as Hermione raised her wand again, her eyes glinting with that same mischievous spark. The air between them was thick with anticipation, and Minerva's body trembled with both desire and curiosity. Hermione was always inventive with her magic, always finding new ways to push her limits, and Minerva knew this time would be no different.

With a flick of her wand, Hermione whispered an incantation, and Minerva felt the magic ripple through her body, its effect immediate. Her legs felt weak, trembling as a tingling sensation spread through her muscles, her body responding instinctively to the magic. It wasn't just arousal—it was something deeper, something more intense. Minerva's knees buckled slightly, her hands instinctively reaching for the edge of her desk to steady herself.

"Hermione," Minerva gasped, her voice breathless as the magic pulsed through her body, enhancing every sensation, making her hyper-aware of every touch, every brush of air against her skin. "What did you...?"

Hermione smiled, stepping closer as she ran her hand down Minerva's spine, her touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "Just a little something to heighten the experience," she whispered, her lips brushing against Minerva's shoulder as her hand slid lower, caressing the curve of her hips. "I charmed the sensitivity of your skin. Every touch, every caress will feel... more."

Minerva shuddered at the words, her body trembling as Hermione's fingers slid over her skin, the heightened sensitivity making every touch feel like fire. She could barely breathe, the magic coursing through her veins making her body feel alive with need, her muscles quivering with the intensity of it.

Hermione's hand moved lower, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin between Minerva's thighs, and Minerva's breath hitched, her body arching instinctively into the touch. The sensation was overwhelming, the heightened sensitivity making every stroke, every caress feel almost unbearable in its intensity.

"You're trembling, Minerva," Hermione whispered, her voice dark, seductive as her fingers continued their teasing movements. "I can feel how much you want this."

Minerva could only moan softly in response, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as Hermione's fingers dipped lower, her touch becoming more insistent. The magic Hermione had used on her body was unlike anything Minerva had ever experienced—every sensation was magnified, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it impossible to think, to speak.

"You're so responsive," Hermione purred, her lips brushing against the back of Minerva's neck as she continued her slow, torturous ministrations. "I could take you apart like this... make you come just from a few touches."

Minerva's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling uncontrollably as Hermione's hand slid between her legs, her fingers pressing against her clit with just enough pressure to make Minerva's knees buckle. The heightened sensitivity made every touch feel like lightning, and Minerva could barely stand, her body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure building inside her.

But Hermione wasn't finished.

With another flick of her wand, Hermione whispered another incantation, and Minerva felt a second wave of magic wash over her, this time focusing on her legs. She gasped as she felt the magic take hold, her legs locked in place by an invisible force, holding her upright against the desk, preventing her from collapsing under the weight of her own desire.

"I don't want you falling just yet," Hermione murmured, her voice dark with amusement as she moved behind Minerva, her hands sliding down her sides, her touch both possessive and gentle. "I want you to feel every second of this."

Minerva's body was trembling uncontrollably now, her breath coming in desperate, shallow gasps as Hermione's fingers moved with deliberate slowness, teasing her, drawing out every ounce of pleasure. The combination of the heightened sensitivity and the immobilizing spell made it impossible for Minerva to move, to do anything but feel. And the intensity of it was almost too much to bear.

"Hermione," Minerva gasped, her voice trembling as her body arched against the desk, her hands gripping the edge so tightly her knuckles were white. "Please..."

Hermione smirked, her fingers moving faster now, her touch more insistent as she pressed against Minerva's clit, making her body tremble with the overwhelming sensation. "Please what?" Hermione whispered, her breath hot against Minerva's ear. "Tell me what you want, Minerva."

Minerva moaned softly, her body shaking as the pleasure built inside her, the magic coursing through her veins making every touch, every stroke feel more intense, more overwhelming than anything she had ever experienced. She could barely think, her mind clouded with the need for release, but she managed to choke out the words.

"Please... make me come," Minerva gasped, her voice trembling with desperation as Hermione's fingers moved faster, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Hermione smiled, her lips brushing against Minerva's ear as she whispered, "As you wish."

With a final, deliberate stroke, Hermione pressed hard against Minerva's clit, and the combination of the magic and the intense pleasure finally sent Minerva over the edge. Her body convulsed, her legs trembling as the orgasm tore through her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her, leaving her breathless, shaking, utterly undone.

The room was filled with the sound of Minerva's ragged breathing, her body trembling uncontrollably as she collapsed against the desk, her legs still held in place by Hermione's spell. She could barely move, barely think, her mind clouded with the aftershocks of the intense release. Her chest heaved, her fingers gripping the desk for support, the wood digging into her palms as she struggled to catch her breath.

Behind her, Hermione stood silently for a moment, watching with a satisfied smile as Minerva's body shuddered with the lingering sensations. The power of the spells she had cast still hummed in the air, making Minerva's skin tingle with leftover magic. Hermione's hand slid gently down Minerva's back, her touch soothing but still teasing as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against Minerva's ear.

"You look stunning when you come apart like that," Hermione whispered, her voice soft but filled with a hint of playful arrogance. "But I wonder... how many more spells I could use to make you completely helpless."

Minerva let out a shaky laugh, her voice weak but tinged with amusement. "You already have me under your control, Hermione," she said breathlessly, her cheek pressed against the smooth wood of the desk. "What more could you possibly want?"

Hermione chuckled softly, her hand sliding lower, resting on Minerva's waist as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against Minerva's skin. "Oh, I'm just getting started, love," she murmured. "You know how creative I can get."

Minerva's heart skipped a beat, her body still trembling as she felt Hermione's fingers trace the curve of her hip. She had experienced Hermione's ingenuity before—how the younger witch always found new ways to use magic to heighten every sensation, to push the limits of what their bodies could handle. And it thrilled her, even now, after the intense release she had just experienced.

"I could transfigure your skin again," Hermione mused, her tone playful but dark with intent. "Make every inch of you so sensitive that even the air would drive you mad."

Minerva shuddered at the thought, her body still raw from the heightened sensations of Hermione's earlier spells. "You wouldn't," she said, her voice shaky but filled with a hint of challenge.

Hermione's lips brushed against Minerva's ear, her fingers gripping her waist a little tighter. "Oh, I think I would," she whispered. "Imagine it, Minerva. I could make you feel so much... even without touching you."

Minerva's breath hitched at the idea, the thought of being completely at Hermione's mercy, her body trembling with the mere suggestion of what Hermione could do to her with a simple flick of her wand. She could already picture it—her body hypersensitive to every breeze, every brush of air, every slight movement sending her into a frenzy of pleasure.

"And then," Hermione continued, her voice dripping with mischief, "I could charm all sorts of objects...especially the ones in that special drawer." She paused, letting the words sink in, her fingers gently teasing the skin between Minerva's legs. "I could use them all on you from anywhere in the castle."

Minerva moaned softly, her legs still locked in place by the previous spell, her body aching with anticipation despite the intensity of her recent climax. The idea of being bound and helpless, of Hermione using magic to push her even further, sent a rush of heat through her already trembling body.

"I could also use a little charm to make you not come," Hermione said, her tone light but dangerous. "Hold you at the edge, make you beg for it."

Minerva's eyes fluttered closed, her body tensing at the thought. "You're a menace," she muttered, her voice breathless but laced with affection.

Hermione laughed softly, her lips brushing a kiss against the back of Minerva's neck. "Oh, I know," she whispered, her hand sliding back up Minerva's spine. "But you love it."

Minerva let out a low hum, her body still trembling, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "Perhaps," she admitted, her voice soft but filled with affection. "But if you keep this up, Hermione, I might not survive another round."

Hermione's smirk widened, and she raised her wand again, the air around them shimmering with magic as she considered her options. "I'm tempted to see just how far I can push you," she said, her voice teasing. "Maybe I could transfigure something else next time."

Minerva glanced over her shoulder, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and warning. "I know that look," she murmured, her breath still uneven. "What are you planning now?"

Hermione's eyes gleamed with mischief as she twirled her wand between her fingers. "You'll see," she said cryptically, her voice low, playful. "But first..."

With a flick of her wand, the spell holding Minerva's legs in place released, and Minerva let out a soft sigh of relief, her knees trembling as she stood shakily. Her body still hummed with the lingering aftershocks of Hermione's magic, her skin overly sensitive, her heart racing as she tried to regain her composure.

Hermione stepped forward, her expression softening as she gently placed a hand on Minerva's waist to steady her. The playful smirk from before had faded into something more tender, more affectionate. "Alright, love?" she asked quietly, her voice gentle as she brushed a strand of hair away from Minerva's flushed face.

Minerva took a shaky breath, leaning into Hermione's touch as her body began to calm, the intensity of the moment slowly ebbing away. "I think so," she murmured, her voice still a little breathless. "Though I don't know if I'll ever feel my legs again."

Hermione chuckled softly, pulling Minerva into her arms, her hands smoothing down her back in comforting strokes. "I may have pushed you a bit too far this time," she admitted, her tone playful but filled with concern. "But you were incredible."

Minerva leaned her head against Hermione's shoulder, letting out a soft hum of contentment as the warmth of Hermione's body enveloped her. "You always push me," she said, her voice filled with affection. "And yet, I keep coming back for more."

Hermione smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Minerva's temple. "That's because you love me," she teased, her lips brushing against Minerva's skin in a gentle caress.

Minerva smiled, her eyes fluttering closed as she let herself relax in Hermione's arms. "Yes, well," she whispered, her voice soft, filled with love. "I suppose you're right."

For a moment, they stood like that—wrapped in each other's arms, the magic around them settling into a quiet hum. The intensity of the earlier moment had faded into something softer, something deeper. It was the comfort of being with someone who knew every part of you, who could push you to your limits but also knew exactly when to hold you close.

"Let's stay here a while," Hermione murmured, her hands running soothingly over Minerva's back. "Just the two of us."

Minerva nodded, her body relaxing further into Hermione's embrace, her heart slowing to a steady, peaceful rhythm. "That sounds perfect," she whispered, her voice laced with contentment.

And so they stayed there, together, wrapped in the warmth of each other's presence, the world outside forgotten for just a little while.

Upcoming prompts in case they inspire you to give me more :) I have absolutely loved the ideas so far:

Day 6 - Cheating & Transfiguration magic = Minerva getting Hermione pregnant

Day 7 - Rough/Jealous Sex because of Ron Flirting

Day 8 - Sex Magic (transfiguration as part of Hermione's mastery)

Day 9 - Absolution/Punishment

Day 10 - Teacher/Mentee (Post-Graduation)

Day 11 - Verbal Teasing (need a little kink to add to this - thinking maybe sex magic like my other)

Day 12 - Breeding kink

Day 13 - Magical Penis Blowjob

Day 14 - Bathtub Sex/Care-taking