A/N: My teeny tiny leather fetish is showing...and the very rare foot one (my guilty pleasure).

Minerva eyed Hermione discretely from her desk. It was a secret guilty pleasure of hers that she indulged in daily: sneaking glances when the brunette wasn't looking. However, today was different. Minerva was in heat, her animagus demanding she mate with Hermione. Usually, it wasn't that big a problem.

Usually, she was the only one in heat.

However, this time both she and Hermione were in heat and Minerva simply couldn't resist. She shifted in her seat and licked her chops.

"Ms. Granger, see me after class." She said unable to remove the husk from her voice, luckily, everyone else was working intently. Hermione smiled and nodded, before returning to her book, having already done the work. She had no clue of the danger she was in.

When class was finally over, the two of them left for Minerva's office.

"Is something the matter professor?"

Minerva fought a smirk as a plan came to mind, "I'm afraid so dear. It seems your recent assignment…well, I am a little disappointed. Since you are quite brilliant, I obviously expect your papers to read like a master. What I saw, Hermione, read like an average student. I'm afraid I'll have to mark your paper with a Poor."

Hermione's eyes widened and she shook her head, "What?! Professor I don't understand! I worked hard on that paper! Are you certain – "

Minerva pursed her lips, "Are you questioning my capacity as a professor?"

Hermione's eyes got bigger and Minerva held a hand up, stopping her from denying the allegation. "I am willing to give you a second chance Hermione, but you'll have to do something for me."

Hermione nodded, "Anything."

Minerva stood and beckoned Hermione to a nearby couch. Hermione sat at one end and Minerva sat next to her with her legs crossed. She blatantly eyed Hermione and chuckled, "Well as you know dear, some animagus traits spill over. Like," She inhaled and hummed, her pupils dilating, "smell." She laid one hand on Hermione's bare knee. "I don't think you understand how delicious you smell."

Hermione's eyes grew impossibly wider, "P-Professor."

Minerva let her hand trail higher as she leaned in, "Call me Minerva."

Hermione swallowed and bit her lip, "M-Minerva." She whispered.

Minerva slowly brought her lips to Hermione's and they both moaned. Her hand moved higher up a leg to be greeted by wet knickers. She pulled back and growled,

"I'm so sick of you pretending you don't know how sexy you are."

Standing from the couch, she undressed and to her surprise, Hermione let loose a sultry chuckle. Minerva's eyes widened as her pupil slowly crossed her legs and winked. Growling, she lunged at Hermione, but was halted by a foot on her left shoulder.

Hermione smirked, "Hm. I rather like this. Although…" she snapped her fingers and Minerva felt her arousal increase tenfold.

Hermione had transformed into a leather and lace goddess. Even Minerva's primal side was stunned into silence. Hermione chuckled knowingly, "Like it? Take a good…" she said, drawing out the words. Her voice grew quieter and sultrier as she continued, "Long look, Minerva."

Minerva did, unable to do much else. Hermione was wearing a black leather corset that was fitted with lace sides and skirt that fell down to the tops of her thighs, barely covering her bare core from Minerva's eyes. Her legs were bare, but her feet donned a pair of black open toe fuck me heels. Minerva whimpered out, "Fuck."

Red lips flashed a wicked smile, "Only if you behave."

Minerva felt her mouth dry, all the fluid rushing down south. She turned her head slightly to admire the leather shoe on her shoulder and Hermione whispered, "Kiss it."

Minerva was stunned, confused, and incredibly aroused. Never had she ever had even the slightest hint of a leather fetish and certainly not a foot one.

So why in Merlin's beard was she gladly laying gentle kisses to Hermione's shoes and feet?

She was kneeling before her, kissing the exposed toes and after a while, her eyes instinctively rose to Hermione's for the okay to move higher. When the witch nodded, Minerva absently remembered that her intent was to dominate Hermione, but only a fool would have stopped to change things now. Especially when she was so close to tasting her, her lips slowly, but steadily rising higher on the woman's leg. She could feel the lace tickling her skin. She smirked internally. Perhaps she could turn the tables once her lips met the wet ones just inches before her.

"Stop." Hermione said softly but commandingly, "Kiss me."

Minerva reluctantly got up to kiss Hermione and for some reason, enjoyed the way the woman made no move to lean in to her, making Minerva do all of the work. She swallowed when her lips were inches from Hermione's. Hermione's sultry, superior gaze flickered down to Minerva's lips and back up, a small smirk playing at her red lips as she lifted one perfectly shaped eyebrow. Minerva closed the distance, kissing those soft lips and Hermione let loose a moan of approval.

After a few minutes of kissing, Hermione pulled back and offered her neck to the woman. Her lips curved into a pleased grin and her eyes closed. "Ah…" she breathed out along with a short breathy laugh,

"Goooood girl." She moaned out.

Minerva couldn't find it in her to be upset at the words. Not while she had Hermione's soft skin under her lips. Words that only one man had dared utter to her in bed. He now had a permanent limp. She licked the flesh and hummed at the salty taste. She groaned and began nipping and sucking at Hermione's skin in earnest, desperate to hear more of those breathy moans.

Hermione's voice was quiet yet sharp, "That's enough."

Minerva hesitated, torn between taking back control and exploring this new side of Hermione as well as herself.

"On your knees."

That sounded promising.

Minerva delivered a final kiss to the elegant neck, earning a sultry chuckle, before moving to her knees in front of Hermione. Hermione smirked down at her and crossed her legs, enjoying the sight of Minerva's gaze captured by the movement.

"Are you a leg woman, Minerva?" she asked, teasingly.

Minerva swallowed, but nothing could remove the husk from her voice, "Not particularly, no. But…I am not blind." Her eyes remained on Hermione's legs as she spoke.

Hermione hummed and chuckled, "Do you have a leather fetish? Feet? Worship?"

Minerva's breath caught and she cleared her throat, "I'm not certain. But…the feelings you have aroused in me…I believe I would like to find out."

"I see…. Tell me," She said, her voice becoming soft and seductive again, "which would you like to test out first?"

Minerva shook her head, "I don't….I don't know, Hermione. This is entirely new territory for me. Though," Her eyes finally rose to Hermione's, "Not for you it seems."

Hermione raised a brow and her eyes narrowed slightly before relaxing. "Not particularly no. You see…my summers are rather…shall we say 'adventurous'? And on these 'adventures' I did a lot of…self-exploration. Sometimes alone, sometimes with a partner. Once or twice with a group." She flashed a wicked smile as Minerva's eyes widened and she winked. "So no, this is not new territory, though I can say, I've never introduced anyone to this before. We can learn together, yes?"

Minerva nodded, and Hermione smiled, pleased. "Now…let's start with my feet since you are down there, Hm? Remove my shoes, Minerva."

Minerva swallowed and nodded, slowly pulling the shoes off of Hermione's feet. She examined them and found herself for the first time in her life, wanting to kiss someone's feet.

Hermione flexed her toes and Minerva felt her heart speed as the red toes moved towards her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing picked up quickly.

"Oh Merlin." She whispered as the side of Hermione's foot made contact with her skin.

"I think," She panted out, "it's safe to say….I have a foot fetish…" She said and turned her head to kiss the bottom of Hermione's foot. Her hands held the foot carefully while she pressed her lips against every inch of skin she could reach.

Hermione watched with nearly black eyes as Minerva lost herself in her worship. Merlin, there was nothing like seeing someone on their knees, peppering kisses all over her feet, but this…

Seeing Minerva come to terms with her fetish and watching her experience it for the first time? It was almost enough to make her come. She pulled her foot away and almost had that orgasm at the needy whimper Minerva released. She offered the woman her other foot and Minerva's sigh of bliss had her exercising her self-control at holding her pleasure at bay.

This moment was all about Minerva and honestly, an orgasm would make her miss Minerva's minute expressions as she reveled in her newfound pleasure. When a warm, wet mouth enclosed around Hermione's toe, the brunette was unable to hold back her moan.

She flexed the appendage, pushing at Minerva's tongue and chuckling at the moan the woman released. Minerva's face was more open and relaxed than Hermione had ever seen. It was this fact that cemented the decision to make Minerva worship her often.

Slowly, the woman moved to kiss the top of her foot and Hermione made her move. Leaning back, she moved her other foot to Minerva's crotch and let her big toe rest against the woman's hard clit.

"Ohhhhhh..." Minerva moaned in surprise. She looked down and her jaw dropped at the sight of Hermione's foot nestled against her soaking pussy. "Merlin. That's…" she gasped out. Hermione flexed her toe upwards, sending white hot sparks of pleasure through Minerva's body.

"Hermione!" Minerva yelled and Hermione removed her foot.

"Mistress." She said.

Minerva looked up at her, eyes wide and Hermione shrugged, "Or goddess. Since you seem to enjoy worshiping me on your knees."

Minerva blinked rapidly and shook her head, "No. I…Ms. Granger, this was a mistake."

She stood and walked backwards, away from Hermione, hiding her bare body. "You should…I need to…" Hermione raised a brow and Minerva made a broken whimper, "Oh Merlin. Y-you...g-go." She stammered and ran out of the office into her personal rooms.

Hermione sighed and dressed herself in her usual uniform. Minerva would be back. And if she didn't on her own, then, well...Hermione smirked.

A/N: I hope I have given someone a small foot fetish of their own...

Shall I post one last chapter?