Just a little oneshot that popped into my mind and wouldn't go away. Hope you enjoy!
You stand between the dim shelves of one of the few places that you now truly feel at home. Running your hand over the faded tomes, you read the title – Transfigurationes for the Accomplished Witche or Wizarde – and fail to suppress the ache deep in your heart. No matter where you go, you cannot escape her.
Tomorrow you will graduate, leaving this place that has been your home for 7 years. You will not see her every day at breakfast, will no longer see her in classes, will not engage in deep conversations over tea. It is a relief, and at the same time you wish you would never leave her.
You hear footsteps nearby. They have sent someone to find you. "Hermione?" a familiar voice calls out. You would recognize the lilt anywhere. The voice belongs to her. She rounds the corner and sees you. "Hermione. It's past curfew." It's that late? You hadn't realized. "Sorry, Professor. I didn't realize how late it was." "Aye," she said. "I understand. I have been in your position many times."
You both lapse into silence. She is wearing intricately tailored dark green robes. You look up at her mesmerizing jade orbs, and you cannot bear it any longer. She is only standing a few steps away.
You close the distance between you.
"Professor," you breathe, although you have long since stopped seeing her as just your Transfiguration Professor. Minerva, you desperately want to say. And you know it's wrong, you know you shouldn't, but you do it anyways.
Cradling her face in your hands, you lean in and kiss her, feeling her lips on yours. One, two, three… you begin to pull away, when you feel her kiss you back.
The kiss lasts for a mere few seconds more, until she jerks back and pushes you away, "No, Hermione, I cannae…" she tells you, and backs away.
"Minerva!" you call brokenly. "Minerva!"
"I cannae, Hermione…" she turns and for once her control breaks, and she runs away, her robes snapping as she turns the corner.
"Minerva…" the sound emerges limply from your lips as you sink to the floor. "Minerva…"
And you cry out all your pain, there in the dusty shelves of the library.
Because you are all alone, and you were bending, and then you were breaking, and now you are shattered.
Please tell me what you think! I may extend this story to have a few more chapters, but it's up to you, dear readers!
**EDIT**26/2/2015
I have decided that I will not be continuing this story, despite people asking me to. I'm really happy that you enjoyed it but I feel that I can't really add anything more to it and it is better as it is. Once again, thanks for your support.