Hi all, I know its been awhile (years and years actually!). Just wanted to get this out there.a short one shot into hermione's mind. I've never written anything like this before so hopefully it's you're completely against homosexuality of any kind don't bother reading it.
Based around Hermione being a bit older, perhaps in her 20's. Hopefully you enjoy it anyway.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter related
I had never felt this way before. At first I failed to recognise exactly what these feelings were, they seemed so foreign, so unreal to my analytical mind. It wasn't supposed to be this way, I know I'm supposed to love Ron – everyone always says so and expects it. It came to a point where I told others I did like him – acting it up so no one ever knew that in my heart of hearts I suspected there were no feelings there at all. Like a silly schoolgirl I kept up the charade, pretending to be 'in love' with most of the Gryffindor boys at one stage or another.
I, Hermione Granger, know that deep down, that those feelings were simply not true. This isn't to say that I know I'm in love with my mentor either though. It's all very confusing to me and difficult to understand. Brightest witch of the age? I think not.
All I know is, I cannot stop thinking about Minerva McGonagall, my stern, strict colleague and former professor. Everything I do, I find a way to bring my thoughts around to her, 'Minerva would love this!' or simply wishing that she was there to share the moment with. When Minerva isn't around, I cannot help but wonder where she is and what she's doing and whether she's thinking about me too. I enjoy her company immensely and cannot imagine not being around her anymore, which is why this is so much more difficult. Minerva has never shown the slightest indication she feels the same way and now, being offered a job a beauxbatons, she may be moving away. I felt such an intense sadness when she told me the news. The thought of never looking into her emerald eyes again pains me. The emerald eyes which so often I have wished I could see behind may be leaving.
My thoughts scare me. Am I in love with Minerva McGonagall? When I think it through I wish I could explore it more, talk to her – or anyone for that matter – about my feelings. Unfortunately, unlike a Gryffindor, I have not the strength or courage to go through with it. For the rest of my life, I will settle for the boys who are supposed hold my interest but are nothing more than friends and Minerva McGonagall will never know that I may have loved her, if this is what 'love' is.