A/N: Okay so exams are over and I have 4 months off. I have no idea how long this will take but it is in my head somewhere just need to drag it out somehow. Anyway I know that the hole Ron Lavender thing didn't happen till HBP but I've taken it back a year to fit into this.

Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table early on Saturday morning with Minerva to her left. Taking a look up at the teachers table it took her a minute to remember that Dumbledore would not be sat in his usual seat in the centre but instead was sat two seats away. He caught her eye and gave her a slight nod of the head which she returned before turning back to her breakfast and continued to eat.

"So Holly, you ready to feel the wind in your hair?" Minerva nudged her in the side with her elbow.

"Do we really have to do this? I really, really don't like flying." Hermione had turned to look at Minerva pouting slightly.

"How can I say no to that face? Okay what you say we head down to the quiditch pitch and I'll see if I can persuade you. If not I can fly for a bit and you can read?"

Hermione nodded, that sounds a whole lot better than actually flying. She looked over Minerva. It suddenly struck her that there conversations they had had in the last 12 hours were more than she had had with professor McGonagall in the 5 years she had attended Hogwarts. It was fascinating to find out about the head girl. They spent the morning getting ready discussing their families and their friends. Hermione was astonished to find that the head girl had little friends at Hogwarts, only two actually, one of which being Albus Dumbledore. Minerva had explained how he did not seem to be like a teacher to her anymore but more like a mentor and close friend. She told how they had spent evening debating, discussing and simply chatting. At this Hermione had felt a slight twang of jealousy, putting it down to the fact Minerva had a relationship with Dumbledore that she would love to have with McGonagall she let it pass.

As they rose to leave the Great hall Dumbledore approached and asked for a quick word with Minerva. "Holly if you want to head to the pitch I'll meet you there?" Nodding her head Hermione left.

...

"Minerva I assume that all is well with Miss Granger?" Dumbledore smiled at his favourite pupil.

"Yes sir, everything is really good. She seems like an amazing girl. Rather intelligent, speaks her mind, sticks by her convictions a true Gryffindor. She's really talkative, strange really being in a new place not knowing anyone. Going to teach her how to fly, well if I can convince her to get on a broom. Said I'd take her up on mine with me. She's really scared of flying though. She'd be perfect for the team. Actually she's perfect in many ways, She's ..." Minerva managed to get all this out in one breath but stopped as she realized what she was saying and who she was saying it to. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks.

"I see we may have found someone who peaks your interest in more ways than one Minerva." Dumbledore chuckled. "Just don't fall too hard. It might seem like she is perfect in many ways as you put it but be careful who you give your heart to. And make sure you know how she feels before doing anything rash." He patted her on the back, winked and left the entrance hall to tackle a pile of paperwork he loathed to start.

Minerva turned and skipped down to the quiditch pitches, with Dumbledore's words not bothering her in the slightest it was time to show Holly how to fly.

...

Hermione was sat in the quiditch stands flicking through her transfiguration book, barely noticing a number of spells she had been taught were missing. Her mind was on Minerva and the conversation she was having with Dumbledore. Was it strange to want to go and ask her what they were discussing? Well that would be rude wouldn't it. But there was this bubbling feeling that something they were discussing was about her. She mentally slapped herself. Of course they wouldn't, that was just stupid. But suddenly a worse scenario popped into her head. What if they were more than just friends? What if that is why they have barely left each others sides for the last 55 years? As this idea began to take over her thoughts the more it made sense to her. They had both never been married, they had spent most of their lives together in Hogwarts. They were so close. The more she thought about it the more she believed that she was right. Then that twang of jealousy took over her again.

"Holly"

Why was she jealous? There was no reason to be jealous for Merlin's sake. This is stupid, if they are in a relationship it's nothing to do with me.

"Holly?"

They are both able to make their own decisions. Why am I even still thinking about this. She mentally slapped herself again. The only time Hermione had thought she had ever been jealous was when she had seen Ron kiss Lavender well she had the right to there didn't she. She was supposed to be with Ron not Lav-Lav. But this time it was different.

"Holly, you in there?"

Hermione snapped out of her thoughts to see Minerva hovering on her broom in front of her with a confused look her face.

"Are you okay, you look pretty out of it?"

" Ye...Yeh I'm fine. Think I'm going to head up to the castle though. I... I really don't feel like being out here right now. Sorry."

And with that Hermione grabbed her book stood up and ran without looking back up to the castle. She needed time to think on her own.

Minerva stared after her and felt a tear fall. Had she done something? She couldn't tell but something had changed, and not for the good.