"Minerva…Minerrrvaaa…" A heavenly voice calls. "Minerva."

"W-wha..huh.." Minerva's eyes fluttered, the persons above her melding into one stunningly beautiful face. "Hermione?" Minerva groaned.

Hermione smiled, "Hi. You've been out for quite a while. Do you remember what happened?" Minerva shook her head and winced. Hermione put Minerva's head in her lap and gently ran her fingers through the witch's hair, watching her regain consciousness. "You saved me. I was taking a walk out here and out of nowhere, a spell came flying at me. You jumped in front of it and well…I can't find anything wrong with you. How do you feel?"

Minerva merely continued staring at her. "Minerva?" Hermione asked, worried.

"Hmm?"

"How do you feel?" Hermione asked again. Smiling, Minerva slowly sat up and pushed Hermione to the ground. Pinning the witch's hands above their heads as she rose to her knees above the woman, she buried her nose in her neck. "I feel fine."

Hermione gasped and swallowed thickly. Minerva's voice was much deeper than normal and it affected her in the most delicious of ways. As she slid her tongue out to taste the witch's skin, Hermione's eyes closed at the feeling and she stuttered out Minerva's name, only to receive a hum vibrating against her skin in return.

"I..I ah...don't t-think you're...o-okay." Hermione moaned as the slightly rough tongue trailed up the length of her neck and back down. "Y-you need...stop….ooh…Minerva..." Hermione breathed out as that tongue slowly ran over a particularly sensitive spot, her hands clenching and opening as Minerva's skilled tongue swiftly found every weak spot Hermione owned.

Minerva lowered her body, putting her weight on the woman and pinning her to the ground. "I'd really rather not..." Minerva whispered against her lips before leaning down to capture those soft velvet lips in a passionate kiss. The brown eyed witch moaned as Minerva's passion literally took her breath away. The woman released Hermione's lips and began to kiss down to her collarbone while Hermione caught her breath.

Upon reaching the hollow of her throat, she switched sides, ran her nose up the column of Hermione's neck, breathed in her scent, and nibbled just under her jaw. Hermione was shocked out of her stupor when she felt a strong thigh slide between her legs and hit her core, and with a strangled cry, Hermione called out,

"Stupefy!"

Minerva was launched off Hermione and landed unconscious a few feet away from her. Hermione lay still on the ground, panting and cursing whoever cast the spell on Minerva. After a few minutes of deep breathing, Hermione got up and sent a patronus to madam Pomffrey. She slowly walked over to Minerva and sat beside the witch as she waited for the nurse to arrive.

"Hermione, what happened?" The witch asked as she knelt beside her and began checking over the headmistress.

"Someone tried to attack me with a spell but Minerva jumped in front of it. It knocked her out for a while and when she woke up she…" Hermione blushed and cleared her throat, "She sort of…um attacked me."

Madame Pomffrey looked up at Hermione to ascertain the nature of the...attack and she understood immediately when she noticed the blush on the girl's face. "Hm...was there anything different about her?"

"Her voice was deeper than normal." Hermione said, remembering the low, husky voice.

"And you? Do you feel abnormally affected? Compelled in any way?"

Hermione shook her head firmly. Madame Pomffrey sighed and told Hermione to grab on to her. They apparated straight to the hospital wing, with Minerva in a bed and the other two witches beside her.

"Until she wakes, I won't be able to know how exactly to treat her."

As she said this, Minerva began to groan. Poppy and Hermione stood on either side of her and watched with bated breath.

"Where am I?" she asked hoarsely

"The infirmary, Minerva." Poppy answered.

Eyes closed, Minerva made an irritated noise and both witches smiled, because even half conscious, Minerva McGonagall hated the infirmary.

"Are there candles in here Poppy? They smell wonderful."

Hermione looked at Poppy, silently communicating. Hermione began to leave the room and halfway to the door. As she heard the light sound of footsteps, Minerva realized she wasn't smelling a candle, but a person. Desperate to keep whomever it was near, she opened her eyes slightly. Seeing the blurry form, she called out,

"Don't go...please."

Hermione couldn't' resist the plea, however she wanted to avoid another...incident. Biting her lip, Hermione came up with a compromise. "I'll stay if you allow Poppy to restrain you. Deal?"

Minerva grimaced at the idea of restraints, but nodded, willing to agree to anything so long as the woman with the pretty voice and delicious smell stayed. Poppy restrained Minerva magically as Hermione returned. Poppy gestured for Hermione to take control of the situation, starting with the witch's mostly closed eyes. Hermione nodded and took a deep breath.

"Minerva, can you open your eyes for me?"

Smiling at the sound of her name on the woman's lips, Minerva opened her eyes slowly, blinking away the blurriness, and both witches gasped at the deep red color. Minerva tried to sit up, wanting to get closer to the beautiful woman, but her restraints held tight. She frowned and was about to try again, when that voice stopped her,

"Minerva try to think clearly. Where are you? Who are you? Who am I?"

Minerva stared at the beautiful woman for a minute before looking around and responding, "Hogwarts. I'm...I'm the headmistress of Hogwarts...You..." One of her eyes changed back to their normal green as she looked at the mediwitch. "You're...a nurse...my friend...Poppy."

Her other eye flickers between red and green as her gaze settled on a smiling Hermione. "So beautiful...Her...mio...ne...Mia...I'll call you Mia..." the flickering stopped leaving one eye red and the other green. Minerva screwed her eyes shut and shook her head, trying to rid herself of the fog.

"No...Ms. Granger...please leave...I...I can't...cause...Merlin Mia, you smell so..." Hermione nodded and smiled sadly,

"I understand, Minerva." Hermione laid her hand on Minerva's and squeezed, before turning around to leave.

The moment Hermione and her scent was gone, Minerva relaxed and opened her eyes to see Poppy with her brow raised and her arms crossed. Knowing the witch was no doubt about to scold and tease her, Minerva rolled her multi-colored eyes and uttered,

"Oh hush and fix me..."

Poppy sighed, "Honestly, I don't think I can old friend, this is beyond me. We can try to research this before contacting Mungo's but..."

Minerva nodded, "So long as I avoid Mia, er Ms. Granger...avoid her smell..."

Poppy agreed as she removed the restraints. "I'll research and have Hermione do so as well. But tell me Minerva, what is it you want to do Ms. Granger?"

Minerva furrowed her brow as she sat up, "Besides the obvious, Her neck...I feel this need to bite it...I am not sure if it is to feed from her blood or part of my desire to...mate with her...perhaps both...she looks delicious..." Minerva cleared her throat and excused herself. "I think I'll take my leave now."

Poppy wished her luck as Minerva took on the form of her animagus and ran down through the halls of Hogwarts.

However, where Minerva should have turned left, something forced her right. She could smell Hermione and she couldn't fight her desire in her animagus form. The need was too great, rooted too deeply inside of her being. She raced past students and teachers alike as the scent led her to the library.