Ok. It seems I may never finish "The Rose never Weakens". If there is anyone out there who would like to help me, please do! In the meantime, maybe anyone will enjoy this little one.
Disclamier: Miss Rowling owns everything Potter. I own an obsession with Minerva.
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The quill almost moved on its own. Hermione Granger didn't even think. She just wrote. She was sitting in a quiet corner in the library at Hogwarts School for witchcraft and Wizardry. She was supposed to study, but as usual; her thoughts wandered to places she really didn't want to visit.
Dear Minerva.
Damn.
I'm in love.
I, Hermione Granger, am in love.
With a professor.
She walks past me as I sit in the library trying to study.
She nods her head at me and smiles.
She looks at me in the same manner as she looks at all her students.
She will never know how I feel.
You will never know.
For it is you I love.
You, professor McGonagall.
It is the magnificent Minerva McGonagall that has captured my heart and is holding on to it with a magic superior than the greatest wizard.
And I hate it.
I hate seeing you every day, knowing it can never be.
Never be us.
Just you. And me.
But never "us".
As my heart wishes.
Oh, how I wish.
I wish for you to lay your hand on my hand.
I wish for you to squeeze my hand and give me that beautiful smile at me.
I wish for you to put your hand under my chin.
I wish for you to tell me you love me.
I wish for you to ask me to close my eyes.
I wish for you to kiss me.
Oh how I wish.
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Again, please help me figure out how to finish my story "The Rose never Weakens"!
Oh, and "LoveHermione" - I love you!