Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the great J. does.
A/N: Just a short one-shot/drabble that came to be today and I thought I would share it with you wonderful people.
Minerva finished putting the salve on her daughters' bruises and pulled her gently into her arms.
"Feel better, Kitten?"
"Thank you Momma." Hermione nodded and rested her head on her mothers' shoulder. It was her first year at Hogwarts, and so far, it had been hell. Only three months had passed and she already had countless bruises and cuts covering her body. It was mainly the Slytherins, but the other three houses joined in every now and then too.
"Who was it this time, Kitten?"
"Malfoy again," she whispered, feeling so very tired.
"I'll let your father know when he gets back."
Hermione nodded and closed her eyes. "Can you read me a story please, Momma?"
"Of course Kitten. Go and get the blanket and I'll get a book from your room."
Hermione slowly gathered her mothers' tartan blanket from her fathers' chair and sat on the floor in front of the over-stuffed chair, waiting patiently for her mother. Five minutes later she came in and sat down in her husbands' chair, Aesop's Book of Fables sat on her lap. Hermione decided to call a pillow from her room and lay in front of the blazing fire while her mother began to read, her Scottish brogue as soothing as ever.
Minerva had been reading for ten minutes so she decided to end the fable. "Kaela's beauty had a firm hold on Alfred; it filled his soul, and held a mastery over him. Beauty beamed from Kaela's every feature, glittered in her eyes, lurked in the corners of her mouth, and pervaded every movement of her agile fingers. Alfred, the sculptor, saw this. He spoke only to her, thought only of her, and the two became one." Minerva silently sent the heavy book back to the bookcase in Hermiones' room, picked up her daughter and tucked her in. Before retiring for the night herself, Minerva placed a kiss on her forehead and whispered, "Sleep well my dearest Kitten."
Finis
