Author's Note: I'll try not to ramble: I'm new to writing, so any feedback (keep it kind) is appreciated, though I'll not harass anyone to give it. Correct spelling and grammar is very important to me, so hit me if I don't get it right. Except for punctuation, I fail at that.

Hermione and Minerva are not actually mentioned here, but I had them in mind when I wrote this, because I was in a melancholy mood and thinking about the time in relationships that comes after first love. Also, it is classified as "Romance" because for me, entirely personally, this is a sadness that overcomes Minerva when she feels that her love isn't worth Hermione's. So, in a way, it shows how much she loves her.

Make sense?

I hope you enjoy reading this.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, J.K.Rowling owns it all. I just play with it.

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That Christmas Eve

Merry Christmas, my dear!
Merry Christmas, my love.
She smiles at the little toy horse.

How are you feeling?
Are you quite alright?
Oh yes, she confirms to the twinkling lights.

Are you happy my love?
Isn't life good?
You're right, she nods to the little striped socks.

What are you looking at?
Why can't you look at me?
Because I don't love you as much as you me.