A/N: I know it's not the final chapter of 'My Brown Eyed Bride,' but this popped into my head and I couldn't resist writing it. I might expand on this later, but if I don't, please don't hold it against me.

Enjoy!

- Draughts

P.S. I still don't have a beta reader, so all mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this.

Hermione walked into what used to be her parents' kitchen after a long day of work. One-third of the Golden Trio and head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, she was a very busy witch with next to no time for herself. Thus, it was unlikely that she would have time to sort out other things in the home her parents left her after they decided to stay in Australia. To be specific, she had probably neglected to stock the refrigerator with food, something potentially problematic as Hermione yearned for a nice, hot meal and a long nap.

However, something was off. Very off.

Various pots and pans littered every counter. Where there weren't kitchen utensils, there were zucchinis, carrots, and onions. The most peculiar thing, though, was the ring of flour on the floor and - in the middle of the ring - a silver tabby cat with square markings around its eyes.

Hermione's eyes widened as they took in the sight of the kitchen, but when they landed on the cat, they softened.

The tabby cat looked ashamed of itself.

"Minerva," she beckoned, "I'm not angry."

She slowly approached the cat and began to caress its soft fur until fur turned to skin. The cat had changed back into the form of the esteemed Headmistress of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall.

Minerva looked up at Hermione and gazed into her deep, brown eyes before saying, "I wanted to prepare a nice stew, but I neglected to ask you how these muggle stoves work."

She then looked around at the mess she had created.

"I'm sorry, Hermione."

Hermione gently brought her hand to Minerva's chin and turned Minerva's face toward her own.

"Again, I'm not angry, Minerva," Hermione said with a smile, "I was a bit shocked at first, but now that I understand the situation, I'm touched by your efforts."

Hermione leaned towards Minerva and planted a sweet kiss on the other woman's lips, thus initiating a deeper kiss filled with passion, love, and understanding.

Needing air, Hermione broke the kiss and sat back on her heels, grinning deliriously.

"Minerva," she began, "neither of us know how to do domesticity well, but I do know of something better: you sure know how to kiss."