This is taking place at the beginning of the 3rd book, from Hermione's POV .. This is just the 1st chapter .. I'll probably write more .. By the way it's probably going to be a femslash .. I'm not really sure yet how much though ..

Her hair was in a tight top-knot, but it was last lesson and several strands had fallen elegantly across her slim face. I thought she was concentrating hard on marking, but she must have felt my eyes boring into her because she gave me a little questioning smile, I was too surprised to smile back and returned to reading the text on Animagi wizards.

'Alright everyone,' Professor McGonagall's clear English accent rang through the room; I knew she'd grown up in Scotland, but you would never have guessed from her voice. 'Kindly re-read chapters four and five, I'll be questioning you on both next lesson. Oh and Harry, I hope you don't mind me expecting the same from you; If Miss Sybil Trelawney's prediction is proved right however you need not sit the test.' Some sniggers went through the class although most looked shocked at her relaxed view to Harry's recently announced death sentence. The class left as quickly as they could in groups, I tagged along after Ron and Harry, I I've never shared their dislike and boredom with the subject, I don't however think my regret of leaving the classroom every lesson it would go down without them questioning my sanity.

'Miss Granger, can I have a word?' called the Professor's clean voice from the opposite end of the room. I couldn't thin what she wanted me for, but arranged my face to look calm so she wouldn't deduce my eagerness. She waited until everyone had departed before asking; 'how's the time turner going so far? Is this your last lesson now?'

'Oh, erm' I mumbled stupidly, of course this was all she wanted to talk about, why was it not obvious? 'Yes this is my last lot of lessons, thank you again for allowing me the opportunity to use it. I had no idea how I was going to have the chance to take all my subjects.' She must think I'm so boring.

'Of course.' She said and nodded. 'I hardly think you would, but I hope you would never abuse the position you have with the time-turner.' I watched her studying my face as I nodded back, ignoring ideas that came to mind, suddenly made possible with the object. 'I don't doubt it'll get tiring for you as the term progresses, if you feel unable to keep up with all your classes perhaps you could let one or two of them go?' I looked straight into her dark green eyes and thought divination would be her first choice to drop as well, but she wouldn't elaborate into her more honest opinions.

'Oh no Professor, I like having so much to do.' She smiled slightly when I said this and gave another little nod.

'Well after hearing that I suppose …' she trailed off and said nothing for several seconds.

'Suppose what professor?' I prompted as my suddenly short patience came to an end.

'Actually maybe not, or at least … I might send you an owl at breakfast tomorrow, I'd have to clear it with the headmaster,' she pursed her lips as she considered what was on her mind. 'Yes that would be best, I'm sorry, you can go and eat now I'll let you know tomorrow.' I gave a last and headed for the common room, forgetting about wanting anything food-wise.

'Hermione! Hello?' I woke up face down on my four-poster bed, to find Lavender and Parvati standing over me with grins on their faces.

'My god Misey, it's only seven and you're fast asleep!' Parvati exclaimed I'd slowly become accustomed to them calling me 'Misey' for a while now; I'm not sure why they found it necessary to give me such a nickname but left it alone.

'Are you sick? I don't think I saw you at dinner.' Lavender asked looking me up and down.

'Erm no, I'm alright thank-you.' I replied smoothing down my hair that had probably gone slightly wild as I'd slept.

'Ok then.' Parvati said apparently losing interest departed, closely followed by her friend. I sat up in a more dignified sitting position and cleared traces of sleep from my eyes then lifted Crookshanks slung my school bag over my arm and made my way down to the common room deciding to do my astronomy homework.

As I walked down the narrow spiralled staircase memories of the recent dream trickled back to me. I stopped abruptly as I oddly vividly recalled the strange emotions that had consumed me during my trance but what really got me was who I was feeling them for. I swallowed, perhaps I was still half asleep. But I knew I wasn't. So how could I possibly be crushing on Professor Minerva McGonagall? I decided I probably was a little sick and turned around straight for my dorm-room.

Thanks for reading! Short I know .. Please review .. I'm not sure how the story line's going to go .. Any ideas and criticism are welcome!