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Feminist Issue - HP/MM - NC-17
Title: Feminist Issue
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Minerva
Rating: NC-17
Forabigail89, who agreed that the age thing was a feminist issue after reading this drabble….
Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, watching Harry closely. Then she said, 'Undo my blouse, Harry.'
'Undo - what?'
'Undo my blouse,' she repeated impatiently, indicating the row of jet buttons down the front of the high-necked tartan blouse she was wearing.
There had been two previous occasions when Harry, expecting to be caned by Professor McGonagall, had instead been firstly appointed by her to the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and secondly offered a tin of Ginger Newts.
He gingerly raised his hands and undid the top button, feeling just as confused and wrong-footed as he had done on those occasions.
Feminist Issue
****
As he undid the row of tiny buttons he caught his breath at the sight of the soft skin he was revealing. He parted her blouse and ran his fingertip down her throat and her breastbone, then flushed as he realised what he was doing.
“P-professor,” he stuttered. “I, I don’t know what…”
“It’s alright, Harry,” said McGonagall, gently, lifting her hands between them to undo the clasp of his robe and tug at the knot of his tie.
“But why?” Harry asked in a whisper.
“Did you know that I was there, at your Aunt’s house, when Hagrid brought you there as a baby?” She slid his tie out from under his collar.
Harry was wrong footed once again. “Um, no Professor, I always thought it was just Professor Dumbledore waiting for me.”
“I waited outside their house all day and I watched them, and I hated the idea of Professor Dumbledore leaving you with those people.” As she spoke she unbuttoned his school shirt and he jumped as her fingers skimmed across his collarbones and down his chest. “I still wish there had been some other way, Harry, but it was the only safe place for you.”
“I know that,” said Harry, swallowing nervously as he reached for her open blouse again and carried on slipping the tiny buttons through their holes. “My mother’s blood protected me there.”
“But that protection is coming to an end, Harry,” McGonagall said, sliding his shirt and robes off his shoulders and running her hands down his arms. “You will be seventeen in a few weeks and your mother’s protection will no longer work.”
“Then what…”
“There is another way to keep you safe. And allow you to leave the Dursleys.”
“There is?” Harry asked eagerly as he slid her blouse off and ran a tentative finger under the strap of her bra.
“You no longer call the Dursleys’ house your home, do you Harry? Hogwarts is your real home. Professor Dumbledore didn’t mention this last year, when he explained his decision to you. You were only fifteen, and it just wasn’t possible, Harry. The blood bond kept you safe at the Dursleys’, but your mother isn’t the only person to love you. We all love you. And hers isn’t the only form of love that can protect you. Physical love can protect you too, Harry.” She ran a fingernail down his body and hooked it in the waistband of his trousers.
Harry looked up from the bra he’d been staring at and met her eyes. “You’d do that for me?” he asked, as he reached for the comb holding her hair in its usual severe bun and released it, letting it coil about her shoulders.
“Of course, my dear boy. Make love to me now, and the protection will last while you call Hogwarts your home. It will protect you for the next year, until you leave us.”
“Professor,” Harry whispered, burying his fingers in her hair and holding her face tenderly while he placed a ghost of a kiss on her lips. “Minerva. I, I can’t believe anyone would do this for me.” Another kiss as his hands ran down her back and fumbled at the clasp of her bra. “Are you sure?” The clasp gave and his hands strayed further, unzipping her skirt and letting it pool at her feet.
Her nimble fingers unzipped his trousers one-handed as she reached for her wand and Transfigured her chair into a bed. “Very sure, Harry. It has to be someone who lives at the school, someone who loves you. And as Professor Snape was hard to convince on the second count…” Her words were cut off as his lips crashed down on hers and he kicked his shoes and trousers off and pushed her back onto the red silk pillows.
“No, not him,” Harry laughed between kisses. “You have always looked out for me, always helped me, always taught me. Teach me this.” And he removed his glasses, let them fall to the floor and bent and placed a kiss between her breasts.
Her breath caught in her throat as he lifted first one, then the other, gazing at them as he felt their weight and ran a trembling thumb over the dark nipple. “So soft,” he whispered.
“Well, it’s been a good few years since they were rather firmer,” she murmured, slightly self-consciously, but Harry raised his head and gave her a fierce look.
“No,” he said, frowning, “they’re beautiful. Boys’ bodies are so hard, so bony; this is incredible. Your skin is so soft.” And he bent his head a second time and took her nipple in his mouth, rolling it on his tongue and suckling gently.
She buried her hands in his hair, rather wrong footed in her turn that he was participating with more enthusiasm than she had expected. “Harry, you don’t have to compliment me, this is about your safety.”
He looked up again, his eyes hooded and dark green. “It doesn’t have to be,” he said, blushing. “We can enjoy it, too, can’t we?”
“But I’m…”
“An experienced, older woman,” he smiled. “Every teenage boy’s dream.”
She rolled her eyes.
“No, really,” he said, propping himself on an elbow and splaying his fingers on her stomach. “Look at me.”
“Well, you’re easy on the eye, Harry.”
He smiled again. “I mean look at who I am. Yes, there are girls who’d let me do this.” His hand slid lower, curving over her hip and grazing her thigh. “But the question is ‘why?’ Because I am so irresistible, or so they can tell their friends – and The Daily Prophet - that they screwed the Boy Who Lived? And how much pressure does that put on me?” He snorted.
She touched his face. “Oh, Harry,” she murmured.
“I mean, I’ve given this a lot of thought,” he continued, running his thumb down her groin and gently brushing against her mound. “How many girls, women, would let me relax and be myself? How many would let me make mistakes? Would let me be awful the first time? Would let me ask for help?” He bent and kissed her, covering her body with his own and grinding a noticeable erection against her hip. “This is perfect, Minerva. I can ask you anything. You’ll help me, you’d never betray me…”
“Never,” she interrupted, rocking her hips up against him and making him gasp.
“It’s not just the safety thing,” he said. “I swear. Teach me?”
“Oh, Harry, how many times have you surprised me? How many times have you surpassed all our hopes and expectations? You are a wonderful young man.” And with tears starting in her eyes, she reached for him.
He came swiftly into her arms, one hand tangled in her hair, the other drifting between her parted thighs. Her hands ran down his body until one slipped into his boxers and barely cupped his erection.
“Merlin,” he whispered against her lips.
She smiled and held him firmly, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and stroking gently a couple of times.
“More,” he gasped.
“Harry, you are hard as iron and you are trembling – there is a lot more we could do, a lot I could show you, but the blood magic is only triggered if you climax inside me – I don’t think we can risk much more foreplay.”
Harry blushed Weasley red and buried his face in her neck, where he placed a kiss. “See, I knew you could be honest with me!”
She laughed gently and kissed the top of his head, then, as he lay beside her, slipped off her pants and murmured a Lubrication Charm.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Hey,” he whispered, trailing his fingers down her body and finally slipping them between her legs. “I think I can hold out until you’re ready for me.”
“That’s OK, Harry,” she said, opening her legs for him as he explored. “But I’m afraid I will always need a charm at my age.”
“Not necessarily,” whispered Harry, with a wicked grin on his face and he slithered down the bed so he lay between her thighs.
Her eyes widened as he parted her lips with gentle fingers and bent and ran his tongue along her folds. “Harry,” she gasped, and felt him smile against her. His tongue traced slow circles as his fingers slipped inside her and she lay back on the pillows, stunned once more by his attitude.
Unexpected feelings surged inside her as his mouth closed over her and he sucked gently. This was not what she had expected at all.
She managed to drag herself back to the point of the exercise when she realised he was thrusting against the silk sheets. “Harry,” she called, tugging at his hair. “Harry, please, you need to be inside me.”
He looked up at her, lips wet and curved into an excited smile, eyes sparkling. He nodded fiercely and crawled up her body, leaving wet kisses as he went and not removing his probing fingers until his cock was poised at her entrance.
With one last kiss on her lips and a murmured “I want this, I really do,” he eased forward and sheathed himself inside her.
She spread her legs wider as their bodies came together, her hands running down his back, gentling his trembling muscles.
“Wow,” he whispered. “I can see why you discourage students from doing this; this is amazing.” Taking his weight on his elbows he carefully withdrew and surged forward again. “Amazing.” And again. “Oh, God.” Again. “Oh, no.” And with another shallow thrust, he collapsed on top of her.
She continued stroking him. Running her hands through his hair and over his shoulders as he breathed heavily against her neck.
“Oh, God, I’m sorry,” he muttered raising his head to look at her.
“Don’t be, Harry,” she whispered, pulling him down for a kiss. “You said you wanted to be with me because I wouldn’t judge you.”
He nodded, gratefully.
She smiled. “I was the one who told you there was little time for foreplay, Harry. That was fine, really. And I can feel the magic inside me, I can feel the bond.”
He kissed her again. “Thank you, Minerva. For everything. I promise you next time I will do better.”
“Next time?” she asked, eyebrows raised.
“Oh yes, you have to teach me everything!”
Title: Feminist Issue
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/Minerva
Rating: NC-17
For
abigail89, who agreed that the age thing was a feminist issue after reading this drabble….Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, watching Harry closely. Then she said, 'Undo my blouse, Harry.'
'Undo - what?'
'Undo my blouse,' she repeated impatiently, indicating the row of jet buttons down the front of the high-necked tartan blouse she was wearing.
There had been two previous occasions when Harry, expecting to be caned by Professor McGonagall, had instead been firstly appointed by her to the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and secondly offered a tin of Ginger Newts.
He gingerly raised his hands and undid the top button, feeling just as confused and wrong-footed as he had done on those occasions.
Feminist Issue
****
As he undid the row of tiny buttons he caught his breath at the sight of the soft skin he was revealing. He parted her blouse and ran his fingertip down her throat and her breastbone, then flushed as he realised what he was doing.
“P-professor,” he stuttered. “I, I don’t know what…”
“It’s alright, Harry,” said McGonagall, gently, lifting her hands between them to undo the clasp of his robe and tug at the knot of his tie.
“But why?” Harry asked in a whisper.
“Did you know that I was there, at your Aunt’s house, when Hagrid brought you there as a baby?” She slid his tie out from under his collar.
Harry was wrong footed once again. “Um, no Professor, I always thought it was just Professor Dumbledore waiting for me.”
“I waited outside their house all day and I watched them, and I hated the idea of Professor Dumbledore leaving you with those people.” As she spoke she unbuttoned his school shirt and he jumped as her fingers skimmed across his collarbones and down his chest. “I still wish there had been some other way, Harry, but it was the only safe place for you.”
“I know that,” said Harry, swallowing nervously as he reached for her open blouse again and carried on slipping the tiny buttons through their holes. “My mother’s blood protected me there.”
“But that protection is coming to an end, Harry,” McGonagall said, sliding his shirt and robes off his shoulders and running her hands down his arms. “You will be seventeen in a few weeks and your mother’s protection will no longer work.”
“Then what…”
“There is another way to keep you safe. And allow you to leave the Dursleys.”
“There is?” Harry asked eagerly as he slid her blouse off and ran a tentative finger under the strap of her bra.
“You no longer call the Dursleys’ house your home, do you Harry? Hogwarts is your real home. Professor Dumbledore didn’t mention this last year, when he explained his decision to you. You were only fifteen, and it just wasn’t possible, Harry. The blood bond kept you safe at the Dursleys’, but your mother isn’t the only person to love you. We all love you. And hers isn’t the only form of love that can protect you. Physical love can protect you too, Harry.” She ran a fingernail down his body and hooked it in the waistband of his trousers.
Harry looked up from the bra he’d been staring at and met her eyes. “You’d do that for me?” he asked, as he reached for the comb holding her hair in its usual severe bun and released it, letting it coil about her shoulders.
“Of course, my dear boy. Make love to me now, and the protection will last while you call Hogwarts your home. It will protect you for the next year, until you leave us.”
“Professor,” Harry whispered, burying his fingers in her hair and holding her face tenderly while he placed a ghost of a kiss on her lips. “Minerva. I, I can’t believe anyone would do this for me.” Another kiss as his hands ran down her back and fumbled at the clasp of her bra. “Are you sure?” The clasp gave and his hands strayed further, unzipping her skirt and letting it pool at her feet.
Her nimble fingers unzipped his trousers one-handed as she reached for her wand and Transfigured her chair into a bed. “Very sure, Harry. It has to be someone who lives at the school, someone who loves you. And as Professor Snape was hard to convince on the second count…” Her words were cut off as his lips crashed down on hers and he kicked his shoes and trousers off and pushed her back onto the red silk pillows.
“No, not him,” Harry laughed between kisses. “You have always looked out for me, always helped me, always taught me. Teach me this.” And he removed his glasses, let them fall to the floor and bent and placed a kiss between her breasts.
Her breath caught in her throat as he lifted first one, then the other, gazing at them as he felt their weight and ran a trembling thumb over the dark nipple. “So soft,” he whispered.
“Well, it’s been a good few years since they were rather firmer,” she murmured, slightly self-consciously, but Harry raised his head and gave her a fierce look.
“No,” he said, frowning, “they’re beautiful. Boys’ bodies are so hard, so bony; this is incredible. Your skin is so soft.” And he bent his head a second time and took her nipple in his mouth, rolling it on his tongue and suckling gently.
She buried her hands in his hair, rather wrong footed in her turn that he was participating with more enthusiasm than she had expected. “Harry, you don’t have to compliment me, this is about your safety.”
He looked up again, his eyes hooded and dark green. “It doesn’t have to be,” he said, blushing. “We can enjoy it, too, can’t we?”
“But I’m…”
“An experienced, older woman,” he smiled. “Every teenage boy’s dream.”
She rolled her eyes.
“No, really,” he said, propping himself on an elbow and splaying his fingers on her stomach. “Look at me.”
“Well, you’re easy on the eye, Harry.”
He smiled again. “I mean look at who I am. Yes, there are girls who’d let me do this.” His hand slid lower, curving over her hip and grazing her thigh. “But the question is ‘why?’ Because I am so irresistible, or so they can tell their friends – and The Daily Prophet - that they screwed the Boy Who Lived? And how much pressure does that put on me?” He snorted.
She touched his face. “Oh, Harry,” she murmured.
“I mean, I’ve given this a lot of thought,” he continued, running his thumb down her groin and gently brushing against her mound. “How many girls, women, would let me relax and be myself? How many would let me make mistakes? Would let me be awful the first time? Would let me ask for help?” He bent and kissed her, covering her body with his own and grinding a noticeable erection against her hip. “This is perfect, Minerva. I can ask you anything. You’ll help me, you’d never betray me…”
“Never,” she interrupted, rocking her hips up against him and making him gasp.
“It’s not just the safety thing,” he said. “I swear. Teach me?”
“Oh, Harry, how many times have you surprised me? How many times have you surpassed all our hopes and expectations? You are a wonderful young man.” And with tears starting in her eyes, she reached for him.
He came swiftly into her arms, one hand tangled in her hair, the other drifting between her parted thighs. Her hands ran down his body until one slipped into his boxers and barely cupped his erection.
“Merlin,” he whispered against her lips.
She smiled and held him firmly, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and stroking gently a couple of times.
“More,” he gasped.
“Harry, you are hard as iron and you are trembling – there is a lot more we could do, a lot I could show you, but the blood magic is only triggered if you climax inside me – I don’t think we can risk much more foreplay.”
Harry blushed Weasley red and buried his face in her neck, where he placed a kiss. “See, I knew you could be honest with me!”
She laughed gently and kissed the top of his head, then, as he lay beside her, slipped off her pants and murmured a Lubrication Charm.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Hey,” he whispered, trailing his fingers down her body and finally slipping them between her legs. “I think I can hold out until you’re ready for me.”
“That’s OK, Harry,” she said, opening her legs for him as he explored. “But I’m afraid I will always need a charm at my age.”
“Not necessarily,” whispered Harry, with a wicked grin on his face and he slithered down the bed so he lay between her thighs.
Her eyes widened as he parted her lips with gentle fingers and bent and ran his tongue along her folds. “Harry,” she gasped, and felt him smile against her. His tongue traced slow circles as his fingers slipped inside her and she lay back on the pillows, stunned once more by his attitude.
Unexpected feelings surged inside her as his mouth closed over her and he sucked gently. This was not what she had expected at all.
She managed to drag herself back to the point of the exercise when she realised he was thrusting against the silk sheets. “Harry,” she called, tugging at his hair. “Harry, please, you need to be inside me.”
He looked up at her, lips wet and curved into an excited smile, eyes sparkling. He nodded fiercely and crawled up her body, leaving wet kisses as he went and not removing his probing fingers until his cock was poised at her entrance.
With one last kiss on her lips and a murmured “I want this, I really do,” he eased forward and sheathed himself inside her.
She spread her legs wider as their bodies came together, her hands running down his back, gentling his trembling muscles.
“Wow,” he whispered. “I can see why you discourage students from doing this; this is amazing.” Taking his weight on his elbows he carefully withdrew and surged forward again. “Amazing.” And again. “Oh, God.” Again. “Oh, no.” And with another shallow thrust, he collapsed on top of her.
She continued stroking him. Running her hands through his hair and over his shoulders as he breathed heavily against her neck.
“Oh, God, I’m sorry,” he muttered raising his head to look at her.
“Don’t be, Harry,” she whispered, pulling him down for a kiss. “You said you wanted to be with me because I wouldn’t judge you.”
He nodded, gratefully.
She smiled. “I was the one who told you there was little time for foreplay, Harry. That was fine, really. And I can feel the magic inside me, I can feel the bond.”
He kissed her again. “Thank you, Minerva. For everything. I promise you next time I will do better.”
“Next time?” she asked, eyebrows raised.
“Oh yes, you have to teach me everything!”