Hermione lay in bed staring at the canopy, thinking… ever thinking. She didn't know what to do. Professor McGonagall's face flashed before her eyes and her heart skipped a beat. She had been in love with her professor since her first day at Hogwarts.
The day she had been sorted into Gryffindor she was ecstatic and the sorting hat had read her mind. "She's the head of Gryffindor House you know" a little voice inside her head had said when the sorting hat had been placed upon it. She blushed slightly not knowing the had could read her mind and know she had been staring at Hogwarts Transfiguration Teacher and Deputy Headmistress. "Oh please let me be in Gryffindor, please let me be in Gryffindor…" Hermione had repeated in her head until she heard the voice again. "You have all the qualities of a Gryffindor, yes, yes you would make a exemplary Gryffindor! It's all here, right here in your head" the voice paused and Hermione thought it had said it's peace when the voice echoed inside her head once more "by the way dear her name is Professor Minerva McGonagall" Hermione was about to thank the hat politely when… "Gryffindor!" the hat had shouted to the Great Hall that faithful day. Hermione had kept her eyes on her head of house all through the start of term feast, and just couldn't figure out exactly what it was that attracted her to this older stern looking witch. Her robes flattered her figure perfectly, her green eyes seemed as if they could bore into your soul, her hair in a perfect bun, and her face wore a small smile as she glanced at Hermione sitting at the Gryffindor table, she doubted she would see her professor smile often during her years to come.
She had been right though Minerva McGonagall did not smile nearly as much as the other teachers at Hogwarts, but was in no way unkind to Hermione. She was an excellent teacher and a magnificent head of house but most of all Minerva was an amazing witch and the love of Hermione's life. One might say Hermione and Minerva were soul mates, they complimented each other so well. But at the moment neither of them could see this. Hermione could do nothing but think of Minerva and Minerva herself had no idea her favorite student lie in bed night after night thinking about her.
Hermione still didn't know what to do she had spent the last 2 hours staring up at the canopy of her bed thinking of what she was going to do now. She was on love with her Transfiguration professor and head of house. She wanted to tell Minerva for so long now that she was utterly and completely in love with her. However Hermione she had convinced herself long ago that she had no chance with Minerva, she was an older, beautiful, intelligent which who could have anyone she wanted, and with enough self respect to not have feelings for a student. The only other person who knew about Hermione's feelings for Minerva McGonagall was Ginny Weasly, Hermione's best female friend. Ginny had told her long ago to just throw caution to the wind and admit to professor McGonagall her feelings but Hermione just could not bring herself to do so. She had tried on many occasions but each time found a foolish excuse to dash from Minerva's presents almost immediately after opening her mouth.
She decided to roll over and go to bed she would think about it more in the morning.