A story to celebrate me making it to finals week in my first semester of college…Accept my piece offering…Don't kill me…
Hermione is stressing over how she did on her NEWTs. McGonagall steps in to offer support. (At least, that's how the plot bunnies started it as.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or these lovely characters. They belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling. Also, I did this on a college computer and could not get it to do a DocX paper, so I could not send it to my Beta, therein, all mistakes are my own. Enjoy!
The curls of the witch bounce with her every step. She is pacing the corridors of the castle, hoping that she has received an Outstanding for each of her subjects on her NEWTs. She has also taken the NEWTs for a few extra classes, giving her thirteen total NEWTs. She takes a calming breath. "You got this, Hermione." She tells herself.
"If you mean your NEWT results, I would have them." Says a voice from behind her.
Hermione jumps around, panicked. She comes face to face with the stoic Transfiguration Professor. "It's just you." Hermione says with a smile.
McGonagall raises an eyebrow as she looks at the girl she considers her best student. With this thought, she realizes that Hermione is no longer a girl, but a young witch. "I believe you are waiting for this, Miss Granger." McGonagall says as she holds up an envelope for Hermione to see. She watches as Hermione nods. "Thirteen NEWTs is very remarkable. I took twelve myself." She states as she hands Hermione the envelope.
"I know, Professor. The only one you didn't take was Divinations." The young witch says as she looks at the envelope. This holds the answer to whether she has passed or not. It also holds her future. She looks up at her Professor. "Will you stay with me while I open it? I don't wish to be alone." She asks softly.
McGonagall nods. "Of course I'll stay, Miss Granger. I will always be willing to offer you support." She replies with her Scottish lilt pushing through slightly.
"You can call me Hermione, Professor." The curly haired witch says with a smile before slowly opening the envelope.
"As long as we are in agreement that you call me Minerva, Hermione." McGonagall replies, waiting to see how Hermione had done.
"If you insist, Minerva." Hermione says with some cheek. She unfolds the paper and scans it quickly before exclaiming, "Oh Merlin! I can't believe it!" Suddenly, she is hugging Minerva excitedly. "I did it! I got Outstanding for all thirteen of my NEWTs!" she explains.
Minerva wraps her arms around the witch so she doesn't fall. "I never doubted that you couldn't do it, Hermione. You are one of the brightest witches I have ever seen." Minerva says, looking at Hermione's smiling face.
Hermione licks her lips. "Minerva, may I ask you something?"
McGonagall tries not to blush. "Anything my dear." She replies, her accent pushing through even more.
Hermione bites her lip and looks up shyly. "Kiss me?"
Author's Note: I have been busy with college, but as next week will be my last week until late June, I will be updating my other stories and hopefully posting others as well. I do have the next few chapters for T&P written, I just have to type them up. Please be patient with me. I have not forgotten you guys and I appreciate that you are still follwoing my stories, as well as waiting for updates. It means so much to me! Thank you so much!