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Chapter 2 – Getting to know each other

Hermione woke up, once again with red eyes and her hair in a mess. Thoughts from the day before came flooding into her mind when she had woken up a little bit.

She sighed heavily and went to get ready for her day. It was just her bad luck that she had double transfiguration on her schedule before lunch this day. She didn't know what to say to Professor McGona – her mom.

She had grown apart from Harry and Ron too, she just heard them talk sometimes in the Gryffindor's common room, otherwise they used to hang out with some other guys from their dormitory. Seamus and Dean Neville, she remembered the boy's name. She didn't have any girl friends so she ate her breakfast alone at the left end of the big table.

Minerva had refused to go to breakfast so Albus stayed with her and they ate their breakfast in their quarters together.

"You must get ready, love" Albus told his wife.

Minerva just nodded and went to get ready. After yesterday she looked totally worn out and placed a glamour charm on herself so she would look like usual to her students. Though some people could see through the charm.

Minerva had finally cried herself to sleep in Albus's arms and when she finally fell asleep, she dreamt nightmares. Her rough night made her whiney and impatient but she couldn't let that go out on her students. Shaking her head to get rid of her bad mood she put on a fake smile and went to her classroom, but first she gave her husband a quick kiss.

"See you later, love you!"

"Love you too!" Albus smiled and watched his wife walk out of the portrait.

Hermione was quiet most of the morning and did what she was expected to do in her classes but didn't raise her hand every time there was a question as she usually did every time the professor asked something.

"Who can tell me where to look for a bezoar?" Professor Snape asked the class.

No one said a word. "Miss Granger, you might know?" Severus turned his dark eyes to Hermione.

"It's McGonagall" The words came from Hermione's mouth before she could stop them. Terrified of what she just revealed, she took her books and ran from the classroom, all the other students staring at her.

"Miss Granger, get back here right now!" Hermione heard her professor yelling after her but she didn't look back and continued to run, fighting her tears. She didn't want to cry, she didn't want to have to explain why she was crying if she met anyone.

Severus was confused by her answer; he didn't know anything about if Minerva had a child. He didn't let it show and finished the class like nothing had happened but inside his thought were running crazy.

Hermione went back to her bed in her dormitory and decided to skip the rest of her classes that day, including lunch. She calmed herself down by laying on her bed, listening to her favourite music from her MP3 player, a muggle object she had gotten for Christmas present the year before she went to Hogwarts. She concentrated on emptying her mind from other thoughts and took in the lyrics. After she had calmed herself down she stayed in bed and read a Potion's book for the rest of the day.

Minerva slowly made her way through her classes, she did what she had to do, but without any enthusiasm. She didn't even tempted to show any kind of happiness when some of her best students succeed to transfigure something extra good. She was frightened for her class with Hermione before lunch; she didn't think she could bare it if Hermione stared angrily at her the entire class.

It didn't make things better when Hermione didn't even showed up in her class. Minerva was worried that something had happened to her, she skipped lunch and sent a message to Professor Snape.

Minerva knew that Hermione had Potion's earlier the morning and wanted to know if she had showed up there.

Minerva,

Miss Granger or should it be Miss McGonagall showed up in my class. I asked her a question and said "Miss Granger". She corrected me and said, "It's McGonagall" before taking her books and running from the classroom. You might want to enlighten me about what's going on?

Sincerely

Professor S. Snape

Minerva read Severus's letter twice before walking down to the dungeons where Severus's private chambers were located. She knocked on the big ebony door.

Severus opened the door and invited Minerva in. He was one of them who could see through glamour charms and saw how bad the older woman looked.

"Minerva" he greeted her and they both sat down at Snape's couch.

"She's my daughter"

"How?"

Minerva glared at Severus and he corrected himself "I mean, why haven't you told anyone?"

"I had just become a professor here, Albus was named Headmaster and it wasn't the right time for a child. We gave her to the Granger's who was supposed to tell her the truth when they felt she was ready. Now they've passed on so I told her and she hates me." Minerva said and tears started to fall down her cheeks again.

Severus wasn't good at comforting people but he gave Minerva a short hug and rubbed her back.

He got a smile as reward; Minerva knew that he didn't usually hug people or did anything to comfort them.

"I found her crying in my classroom yesterday evening, I guess I know why, now." Severus told Minerva with a frown. The girl had become half frozen in the cold dungeons.

"What, was she okay?" Minerva asked, upset. She really cared for her daughter and had thought about Hermione every day since she left her with the Grangers.

"She was sleeping, half frozen on the cold floor, I took her to her dormitory where she continued to sleep" Severus replied.

"Thank you." Minerva sounded very thankful.

Minerva and Severus continued to talk as the evening passed on, catching up; they were both good friends in private and used to play chess with each other and Albus once in a while.

"I think I should head back to my quarter to get some sleep…" Minerva said after a quick look at her watch.

"Good night Minerva, it'll be okay, you know." Severus assured her even if he didn't entirely know that for sure. He just wanted to give some comfort for the person he would see as his mother sometimes.

Minerva sighed and got up from the couch and stretched out her stiff muscles before slowly making her way back to her own quarters.

More days passed. Hermione showed up in her transfiguration classes but didn't look at her mother once which hurted Minerva more than she would admit.

Hermione ignoring her took its way on Minerva who was so depressed that she'd stopped eating and slept bad at nights. Albus tried to get her to eat and sleep but it didn't work and Minerva started to look thinner and thinner.

Albus had to do something, he wouldn't allow his daughter making his wife sick, even though he didn't want Hermione to hate him too, and he had to tell her that he was her father.

Knowing that the only way Minerva was going to get better was if she and Hermione sorted things out, Albus had to get them sort things out. And that fast.

Hermione had also noticed that something was off with her mother and professor but she didn't know what to do. Hermione really wanted to talk to her mother but was unsure about it so she kept ignoring her. It felt safe, her mother hadn't made any further actions to get to talk to Hermione so if Hermione kept quiet, she didn't have to talk to her mother at all.

"Miss Granger, can I talk to you for a moment" Albus asked Hermione.

He had found her lying on the grass under the sun, reading a thick book.

"Sure." Hermione wondered why the headmaster had searched her up.

"I guess you have a lot of things going on, on your mind?" Albus opened a conversation.

"How would you know?" Hermione asked confused that the headmaster would know about her family problems.

"Minerva is my wife…"

Hermione just stared at him without blinking. She thought about if she would run away or stay, but she couldn't run from the headmaster but she was just to get up when Albus stopped her.

"Please, don't go. I want to sort things out with you." Albus begged her softly.

"I want an explanation!" Hermione demanded even though she was feet shorter than the older man.

"I guess you've figured out that I'm your father. Minerva and I got you when she had just becoming a professor and I headmaster. We knew it would be wrong to keep you; we couldn't take care of you right at the moment, so we gave you up for adoption. The Granger's adopted you and me and Minerva agreed with them that they should be the ones to tell you this when they thought you were ready. Now when they're gone they can't tell so Minerva told you. She was miserable when you left her, she and I have always loved you and we're thinking about you every day." Albus explained the story short.

"It's just a little much…" Hermione sighed.

She now understood and felt a strange connection between herself and the man in front of her. It was they way she felt with the Granger's only more.

"I need your help." Albus pleaded.

Hours could've passed; Hermione and Albus sat in the grass talking about everything. Hermione got the whole picture and in the end she told Albus that she loves him too.

"Minerva is very depressed and won't eat or sleep, that makes her sick so if you don't mind I would like your help to make her get better, I've already tried everything I know and it doesn't work!" Albus said, desperate for his wife's health to get better.

"How can I help?" Hermione wanted to help her mom now when she had gotten her explanation, she wanted to go to her mom and talk to her too, tell her that she loves her.

"Can you go to her and tell her how you feel about this, you can talk to her like we just did?"

Albus told her the password to his and Minerva's quarters and Hermione jumped away, or more like ran away. Albus smiled after his daughter.

Minerva was silently marking essays in the living room when the portrait opened to let someone in. As she knew the only persons knowing the password to the portrait was herself and Albus, she didn't look up. Instead she continued to read through the essay in front of her, waiting for Albus to get to her.

"Hello?" Hermione's soft voice came from the doorway and Minerva heard the portrait close again.

Minerva's head snapped up and she saw her daughter standing in front of her.

Hermione saw her mother's tired form and whispered, "Mom, I love you too!"

Minerva didn't waste any time. Not a second passed before she had her daughter close to her and cried tears of happiness.

"I love you too!" Minerva sobbed through her tears and gave Hermione a big smile.

Hermione told Minerva about her chat with Albus and Minerva's was so glad that her husband had talked to their daughter and that he made her love them both.

Minerva didn't want to let go of her daughter so she sat on the couch with Hermione in her lap all night as they talked about the past years.

Hermione woke up and looked around. She wasn't in her dormitory; her dormitory didn't have black and golden walls. Thinking about last night she recognized the place as her parent's quarters. Something warm was lying next to her. Looking down she saw her mom sleeping, her mom looked beautiful in her sleep, Hermione thought. On Hermione's other side she saw her dad sleeping, she must have fell asleep in her parent's bed with them both in it too.

She could only remember her mom carrying her into the room and placing her on the bed, and then her world went black as she fell asleep.

She looked at the magical watch and saw that the time had passed breakfast and her classes would be starting in half an hour. She had transfiguration first with her mom, which meant that her mom had to get up too.

Shaking her parent's shoulders she whispered, "you have to get up!"

Minerva slowly woke up to find her daughter staring down at her.

"Good morning, honey" She smiled, her tiredness all gone after a whole night of peaceful sleep.

"Mom, its half past eight, classes starting at nine" Hermione reminded her carefully.

"Oh no" Minerva quickly jumped out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. That woke Albus up and he also smiled and said his mornings to Hermione before getting up and joining his wife in the bathroom.

Hermione and her mom just made it to class in time before the bell rang. Hermione took her place at the desk closest to her mom's and waited for her mom to start the class.

"Today you will be turning your tables into chairs and then back again." Minerva said to her class.

She then showed what to do with the wand and how to pronounce the spell. Hermione did better than ever and succeed on her very first try.

Minerva was happy again and teached with enthusiasm and smiled at the students when they succeed with their transfigurations, one by one.

At the end of the class all of her students had succeed with the spell and went happily from the class.

Hermione must have gotten some of Minerva's transfiguration skills since she was a natural in her class, Minerva thought as she watched her daughter smile at her before leaving for her next class. Hermione reminded Minerva of how she had been in Hermione's age. Always wanting to get to learn new things and spending her free time in the library, wanting to be the best.

Hermione wanted to spend as much time as possible with her parent's and they had together decided for Hermione to have her own room in their quarters.

Being the daughter of the Headmaster and Head of Gryffindor House had its advantages.

All the professors had known that Minerva and Albus was married but now since Hermione's name had changed to "Miss McGonagall" and that she lived with Albus and Minerva all the students knew too. And the other professors found out that they had a daughter together, something obviously no one knew about before.

Hermione had thought Hermione Jean Dumbledore – McGonagall was too long so she decided, together with her parents that she would be called to as "Miss McGonagall" but on her birth papers her full name showed.

Some students thought it was unfair to let her have her own room and that she would get private help from her mother in transfiguration but the Headmaster quieted the students down. He assured that Hermione wouldn't get any special treatments except for the fact that they were her parents and had to act like that too, even though they also were her professors.

All staff loved Hermione, not only because she was a natural in all of their classes, she was also a very cute and nice girl. Hermione didn't care about house rivalities and talked freely with Hufflepuffs and Revenclaws in her mixed classes with the other houses. The Slytherin's she didn't dare to talk to, yet .

Severus who hated all Gryffindor's actually liked the girl. He would spend some evenings with Hermione and her parents, talking or playing games. That had never happened before; mostly he locked himself in his quarters and read books or brewed potions. Though he acted like a usual bastard with Hermione in his classes, since she was a Gryffindor and he was a Slytherin.

The second term of Hermione's first year at Hogwarts was about to start. She had spent her Christmas at the castle with her parents and the rest off the staff. She was the only student left during the holiday and had gotten presents from all of her teachers and she also got to eat by the Head table since all the other students were gone.

"Hermione, can you help me with my essay?" Harry asked Hermione when they were sitting in Gryffindor's common room, doing homeworks together.

"Sure," Hermione had already finished all of her homeworks, even though she lived with her parents she could still be in the Gryffindor's common room whenever she felt like it.

This evening, she was studying with Harry in the common room; they had gotten friends again after the holiday. She also hung out with Ron sometimes but this day he had buried himself in a book about Quidditch in his bed.

"This essay is horrible, I don't know half of the stuff we're supposed to write about!" Harry groaned throwing his quill over the table.

"Read this, this and this" Hermione pointed at some pieces in different books.

Harry did as she had told him and after that he could finally finish his essay.

"Thanks Moine" Harry sighed in relief now that he was able to hand in his essay to Professor Snape in time. Who knows what the bastard of professor could do if he didn't handed in his homework in time. When he thought about some alternatives, he didn't want to know either.

"You're welcome, now don't save all your homeworks for the last day!" Hermione said strictly, sounding very much as professor McGonagall.

"Yes mom" Harry teased her with a blink of his eye.

Being free from homework, Harry challenged Hermione on a game of chess.

Since Ron was the chess player in the trio, and both Harry and Hermione were the same bad at the game, it was an even game.

One hour later, the time was almost eleven o'clock. "You win!" Harry said defeated as gave up, he put his king down. Hermione smiled in joy, she had won over Harry!

"Oh no, it's far over curfew!" Hermione exclaimed and looked around the room. The common room was empty except for her and Harry, they had been so inside their game that they didn't notice everyone else leaving for bed.

"Good night Harry!" Hermione hugged Harry and headed back for her parents, and her own quarters.

She had to calm her worried parents down before being able to head to bed.

"We were about to go looking for you, you know you are not allowed to be out after curfew." Albus had to correct his daughter.

"Yes I promise to follow the rules from now!" Hermione said and yawned, she just wanted to go to her bed and get a good night of sleep. She didn't even bother to think of how much she could break that rule during her years at Hogwarts.

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