Winter
A/N: So, here be the second (final?) installment…feedback keeps me going…
Hermione placed the letter with the all too familiar emerald cursive on her kitchen table, and stared outside. Indeed, it would seem that life everywhere was diminishing with the coming of winter. Without any particular reason, she stepped outside and was surprised when she was greeted with the desperate and pathetic cries of a rather small, quite frozen, young, tabby kitten.
With a raised eyebrow, Hermione pondered if there really were such things as coincidences; first Minerva, unable to survive without the returning of her heart, and now this kitten, surely to die if left out here in the cold…She was awaken from her thoughts by another loud cry from the kitten. Hermione shuddered as well, the bitter iciness of winter rippling up her spine.
She bent down and gently picked up the small cat and carried it inside away from the threat of the cold. It was shivering violently, and she stroked it in hopes that it would warm up. Hermione sat the kitten down on the kitchen table, alongside the letter and placed a warming spell on a small bowl of cream. Crookshanks leapt upon the table, annoyed that once again, some foreign thing was turning her owner's attention away from her.
When Hermione was finally convinced that the kitten was content, she summoned a quill and parchment and sat down at the table with the cats and the cream.
For the longest time, she sat there, staring blankly at the paper. What was she to write? The kiss she shared with Minerva so long ago still burned upon her lips, and the feeling that she had at that moment still lingered within her heart. Had she stolen Minerva's heart? And if so, what was she to tell her? The whole idea of a relationship was ridiculous, and she felt naïve when she thought about what her past held, and now, someone even older was stirring these absurd notions within her.
Hermione glanced at the parchment, and then turned her gaze to the kitten which had proceeded to place its paw upon the soon to be letter. She glanced back down, and back to the kitten once more. It gave a soft meow before Hermione looked down at the parchment with a determined expression upon her face.
She wrote,
Dearest Minerva,
I am your promise of spring.
Would you like me to deliver your heart in a box, or am I to believe you will want a personal appearance?
Sorry to have stolen your heart,
Hermione J. Granger
Just as Hermione had helped the small tabby, Hermione would save her own tabby from the dead of winter's hold. She attached the scroll to the leg of her owl and sent it on its way, with every hope that the weather would not delay him.
Yes, Hermione decided, she would see Minerva through the winter, and possibly many more to come.
A/N: Well, there is the second part…I'm thinking of continuing, but I would like to know what you all think…