[Information: Hermione is in her 7th year, and she has a small crush on Professor McGonagall: written before HP and the Order of the Phoenix]
Until next time:
Hermione stared at Professor McGonagall. She was too busy day dreaming, the older woman's voice seemed so far away. "Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall said. "Miss Granger..." Hermione looked up, she blinked several times as she snapped out of it. "Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall said sternly.
"Y-yes Professor?" Hermione said as the class started giggling.
"I will say again, who was Trindle Poursaphue?" The women said sternly.
"T-Trindle Poursaphue led the war against Lamar Blalem, er... I believe it was fought over the fact that everyone should be able to transform into an animagus.
"Right you are Miss Granger, 5 points to Gryffindor - and can anyone tell me the outcome of this war?"
"Mr. Potter?" Harry looked up, startled that she called on him.
"What?"
"What was the outcome of the war?" McGonagall said moving closer to the front row.
"Er," Harry flipped through his text book. "I, er, I don't know Professor." He said.
"Maybe you should pay attention. 2 points from Gryffindor, for Mr. Potter's lack of answer." McGonagall said. Harry looked around, there were a few snickers coming from the Slytherins.
"Mr. Malfoy."
"Yes Professor?" Draco said straightening up while folding his hands on his desk.
"Can you tell me what the outcome of this war was?"
"Er, Professor, I am not sure, I have not read that far ahead."
Professor McGonagall sighed deeply. "Two points from Slytherin."
"Can anyone tell me what the outcome of this bloody war?" She said rubbing her temple.
"Where we are today;" Hermione said. "How we are now, the way we do things, and how animagus' are registered'"
"Well said Miss Granger, 2 points to Gryffindor."
Hermione smiled.
Professor McGonagall continued on the subject. Hermione settled easily back into her dream state while watching the older woman lecture. She did not know what she felt, but she felt something. Hermione had been through every book in the library and none could explain why she felt this way toward her transfiguration teacher.
She stared at the way Minerva moved her hand while explaining and demonstrating spells. The way her hair fell loose from her bun, leaving stray hairs here and there touching her neck; which usually happened because this was their last class of the day.
Hermione could think of nothing but Minerva for almost two years now, and she was a seventh year. She made every excuse possible to stay after class to talk with her. She would stay after to get help with something in a later chapter or to talk about Head Girl duties, anything she could think of. She craved her attention.
"Your homework is on the board. This will be due in three days - on Friday for those of you who don't know what today is."
The class sighed as they scribbled down the assignment. Soon the bell faintly rang, and the screeching of chairs was heard throughout the room.
Hermione stood up and put her books, parchment, and quill back in her bag.
"Miss Granger, will you please stay after?"
Hermione's hands went clammy and her mouth went dry as she nodded her head. She hoped she was not in trouble.
They were the only ones left in the room. "Please explain why you have been out of it these past few days." Professor McGonagall said walking up to Hermione's desk, which was not a far walk because it was in the front row.
"I, er, I don't feel well today Professor." Hermione said tugging at the strap on her bag that lay on her desk.
"And the day before today?"
"I-I don't know, but I have been doing my work."
"Miss Granger, that is not the point. I am worried about your class participation. I have noticed that it's been lacking over past few days." The woman said.
Hermione did not know what to say. All that she had been doing for the past- forever - was dream about the lady standing in front of her.
"Hermione, I am just worried about youl." McGonagall said moving a stray hair from Hermione's face.
Hermione's heart pounded fast in her chest and she could hear it in her ears. Minerva had called her by her first name and touched her hair. Am I dreaming? She asked herself.
"P-Professor, can you help me with something?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"I need help transforming desks, I don't know why I have a problem with this, the only thing different is that you say the spell in your head." Hermione said wondering how she came up with this lie so quickly.
"We have not started on desk transformation. That is in the next chapter."
"Yes, I know Professor, but you know how I like to stay ahead."
Minerva nodded. "Well, I have time. Let's see your technique." Minerva said stepping back, leaning on her own desk. Hermione put her bag on the ground, stepped back and faced her desk. She pulled her wand from her robes and flicked her wrist. Nothing happened. Hermione smiled to herself as she put her hand back down to her side.
"Happens most of the time." The young girl said shrugging her shoulders.
"I see your problem." Minerva walked toward her, facing Hermione. "Um.. Here," She said touching Hermione's hand moving it up. "Hold it like this, and when you think of the spell, twist your wrist like this." Minerva said standing closer to Hermione to twist her wrist.
"Like this, okay?" Hermione nodded her head as Minerva stepped back. She tried again. Nothing.
"Um," Minerva said stepping forward once more. This time she stepped behind Hermione; she held Hermione's right wrist with her right hand. The hair on the back of the young girl's neck stood on end, she had never had her this close. She could feel the heat from Minerva on her back.
"Let's try this again, I will help you with it, think it.. Remember, these spells are difficult because they are not spoken by the tongue."
Hermione nodded once more. She said the spell in her head and moved her wrist, Minerva moved it with her. The desk changed into a chair.
"Very well, now let's see how you do by yourself." Minerva said changing the chair back to the desk, stepping back.
Hermione's heart was pounding. I'll do it incorrectly once more. She thought to herself.
She moved her wrist and flicked it wrong. The desk flickered but didn't change.
"You've almost got it." Minerva said stepping forward again. She ran her hand down Hermione's arm, to her wrist and picked it up.
Hermione felt Minerva's body push up against hers.
"Like this.." Minerva whispered into Hermione's ear while moving her wrist, sending chills up her spine.
She nodded again. Hermione said the spell in her head and moved her wrist, with Minerva moving it with her. The desk changed into a chair.
As Minerva stepped back, Hermione heard her take a deep breath.
She changed the chair back.
"I think you can do it this time." She said.
Hermione raised her hand, and said the spell in her head, with a flick of her wrist the desk changed into a chair.
"Well done..." Minerva said. "D-do you think you have it all down now?"
"I think so Professor, but what about changing it back?" Hermione said looking at the chair that was her desk.
"Let's see you try." Minerva said.
Hermione raised her wand and flicked it. Nothing happened.
"I think it might be the movement of your wrist again." Minerva said stepping behind her.
She ran her hand below Hermione's elbow down to her wrist and picked it up.
Hermione felt the older woman's body against her own.
"In the chapter it says to move it backwards. Like reversing what you have done." Minerva whispered in Hermione's ear.
Hermione felt shivers down her back.
"So you move it like this." She said moving Hermione's wrist in the opposite direction of the first spell.
Hermione nodded, she thought of the spell in her head, and moved her wrist. Nothing happened.
"You need to have a flick at the end remember?"
Hermione nodded again, and thought of the spell in her head, she moved her wrist with a flick at the end. Nothing happened.
"Here I will help you." Minerva's hand had been on Hermione's the last two tries to feel the way she did it. This time she was going to help.
"Okay ready?" She whispered into Hermione's hair.
Hermione nodded again.
She thought of the spell, and moved her wrist, Minerva helping her, and flicked it. The Chair changed back into a desk.
"There you go Hermione."
Hermione's heart pounded as she turned her neck to look back at Minerva. Minerva looked down at her, and she slowly removed her hand from Hermione's wrist. Hermione turned her body around, and they locked eyes for a few moments. A surge of bravery crept through Hermione's body. She stepped closer and cupped Minerva's face. She did not know what was happening. They both stared into each other's eyes.
Minerva then put her hand up to Hermione's wrist and pulled it down slightly. "Hermione-" She whispered. Hermione ran her thumb across Minerva's lips. "Shh." She whispered.
Hermione's heart fluttered as she stepped forward and softly kissed the taller woman. Her heart felt like it was going to explode because it was beating so fast. She pulled away quickly to looked at the expression on Minerva's face. Hermione would have stepped back but the surprised woman still lightly held her wrist.
Hermione blushed; she should not have done that. She looked down to the ground and was about to apologize when Minerva raised her chin with two fingers and lightly brushed a stray hair from Hermione's eyes. She ran her hands through the younger girl's hair, leaned forward and kissed her.
Hermione was caught off guard, but she returned the kiss and put her free hand behind Minerva's neck. Once she did this, the kiss deepened, soon they broke apart to breathe. Minerva touched her forehead to Hermione's for a few moments.
"Would you mind t-telling me what just happened?" Minerva whispered.
"Professor - I am so sorry," Hermione said leaning back looking into Minerva's eyes.
"It was not you Hermione, it was me, I don't know why I-" Minerva was lost for words. She opened her mouth a few times, but found nothing to say.
"Professor.."
"Minerva..." Minerva whispered.
This is not happening.Hermione thought to herself. Any moment I am going to wake up.
"Minerva," Hermione said testing the name. Hearing the curly haired girl say her name sent a pleasant chill down Minerva's spine. She then put her hand to Hermione's face and kissed her. The kiss was deeper than before. Hermione put her free hand to the small of Minerva's back to pull her closer.
After a few moments they both parted. Minerva let go of Hermione's wrist, she had forgotten that she had been holding.
Hermione's heart ached when they were no longer touching each other. They both stepped back. They each could not think of anything to say.
"We, we need to talk about this tomorrow, after class." Minerva said sighing.
"Are you mad at me prof-Minerva?" Hermione asked.
Hearing her name sent shivers up her back again.
"No Hermione, I am not. After all, I did kiss you back." Minerva whispered. "Hermione, I really do like you, I really do, or this would not have happened. But we need to talk about this tomorrow."
Hermione nodded as she turned to get her bag. She felt Minerva grab her wrist, she turned around, and they kissed once more.
A smile played across her lips as she bent down to get her bag, she stood up and turned around, facing Minerva.
"Until next time?" Minerva said.
"Until next time." Hermione said walking out of the room.