Minerva unabashedly stared at the younger woman, disbelieving what she had said. Her own heart too afraid that the words were spoken in truth; and an overwhelming fear that they had not been. Seconds ticked by as her mind grappled with the seeming sincerity, the lush eyes, and her own turbulent thoughts…regarding what she felt for the woman who whilst beautiful, alluring, and incredibly intelligent was but a scant child compared to her.
Hermione blinked up to the venerable woman, tears starting to pull along the corner of her eyes knowing that each second that passed held less of a promise for their future…and she couldn't help her voice from slipping across her lips. "Minerva…"
Emerald eyes immediately dropped to the soft, inviting lips that heavenly spoke her name. "I…do care for you, Miss Granger." She found herself saying, meeting the now tear streaked chocolate gaze. "And I am flattered with your words, but…"
Hermione felt as though her world was closing in upon her, each delectable syllable uttered from those rose colored lips was like a nail thrust through her heart and into the coffin she felt as though being buried within. She had imagined this conversation so many times over the past two years, so many ways during the long nights while camping with Harry, that she had begun to envision the possibility as reality...and as Minerva's words continued on; the startling truth did not compare with what she had foreseen.
"It is, perhaps, best for you to seek companionship with those closer to your own age…"
Hermione never heard the rest of Minerva's words, as she spun upon her heel…a flurry of black robes trailing behind her as her own tears flooded down her face as anguish took hold of her heart and soul.
A/N: Random thoughts that got scribbled down; comments, suggestions, should this be continued or not?