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At the end of a very short meal, Minerva and Hermione met back at the entrance of the latter witch's chamber. Stalling the enevitable depature, Minerva began babling about anything and everything. Hermione thought the Headmistress looked absolutely adorable stuttering and mumbling nonsense while her cheeks reddend.
"You aren't paying the least bit of attention to what I'm saying, are you?" Minerva looked at Hermione, expecting a 'what?' or an 'excuse me?'
"I was hanging on every single word... and yes, I plan on attending the faculty's October Fest. No, I don't believe any one should go alone either. To answer your unasked question: I would love to join you that evening." Minerva smiled whole heartedly.
"You missed one..." Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"I most certainly did not. I'm just choosing to ignore it. No one has ever needed to visit Poppy after my meals." Minerva forced herself not to smile to much, her cheeks were starting to hurt.
"I believe you said you were choosing to ignore it." Hermione opened her mouth to speak but shut it immediately with a blush. Minerva grinned and stepped closer to the younger woman and planted a single kiss on her cheek near the corner of her mouth. Wondering what is it about this woman that makes her regress to a twelve year old, Minerva grinned again. "I do hope we are able to do this again. It was incredibly enjoyable." Hermione grinned. Taking Minerva's hand in hers, Hermione brushed her lips against the back of Minerva's hand and turned it over to place a kiss on the palm.
"Next weekend. The October Fest..." The Headmistress nodded.
"All Hallows Eve it is." Minerva smiled as she out the door. Hermione followed and stopped Minerva just before they went their seperate ways.
"Good afternoon, Professor." Minerva winked and set off to her office, in hopes that Snape had vacated it.
Three days later
"This is getting ridiculous!" Minerva whispered into the dark to no one while pushing the covers off her body. "Cannot sleep a bloody wink." She rolled to her side, glanced at her wand and snatched at it. "Lumos." Staring at the watch on her wrist, the Headmistress sighed. "One in the blasted morning." Extinguishing her wand light, Minerva slipped out of her bedroom and into her office. She walked around aimlessly until the moonlight peeking through the curtains of her window caught her attention. She pulled back the heavy material and wondered if she did fall asleep; she seemed to be dreaming. Hermione stood in the crisp Autumn night, barefoot, in her night gown and looking rather cold with her arms wrapped around herself. Pulling the shaw off the back of her office seat, Minerva stepped out of her office, out of the castle and into the cold. Minerva could feel and hear the orange, red, and brown fallen leaves collapse under her feet as she moved closer to Hermione. The young woman looked absolutely breath taking in the merciful hands of the moonlight. She positively glowed. There she stood with her night gown hugging her upper torso and clinging to her waist and hips, allowing the rest of the garment to hang off her thighs.
"I miss him, Minerva..." Hermione didn't need to turn around to know that it was her beloved Minerva behind her. The older witch stepped closer, wrapping the shaw around Hermione's shoulders.
"I know dear." She began rubbing large soothing circles on the younger woman's back.
"I couldn't sleep, so I decided to sort through my small collection of letters. I came across an old letter of his." Hermione turned to the older woman. Minerva took notice in the shiny trails on Hermione's cheeks. Absent minded-ly wiping away the tears, Minerva gave Hermione a gentle tug and they began walking. "It was a response letter from when I told him that I'm... well, different." The young witch smiled as warm tears spilled out once more. "Her said he would love me no matter what." The passed green house two and green house 3 was following suit. "He said that he couldn't wait until I fall in love... until I find the right woman." Minerva smiled and nodded for Hermione to continue. "M father is gone, Minerva. He will not be able to see me in love." Hermione, who was crying harder now, stopped in her track and Minerva wrapped her hand around the younger woman's. "He will not be able to hear me say..." She squeezed Minerva's hand gently. "I found her! I found the one I want to spend the rest of my life with." Looking deeply into Minerva's eyes, Hermione wondered if she should continue. "He won't be here for my wedding day." Her chest began to wrack with sobs. Pulling the young woman into her arms, Minerva hushed her cries and calmed her hysterics. Feeling comforted, Hermione pulled back; leaving, now, cool tears on Minerva's neck. "I apologies, Professor. That was completely-"
"Necessary." Minerva didn't want to hear apologies tonight, not after what Hermione said to her. The young woman gave Minerva a weak smile showing her gratitude and turned her attention to green house four. She entered in and headed straight for a branch, that hang from the ceiling, with very few leaves on it. Minerva followed quickly, letting Hermione's words spin in her mind.
"Poor thing." just as Hermione stepped under it, the branch sprouted new leaves. "Mistletoe. What is Pomona in need of Mistletoe for?" As if someone had alerted her to a fire, Minerva's head snapped up.
"She's growing it on my orders." Minerva began ringing her hands nervously. "For Christmas." She added as Hermione nodded her understanding.
"It needs emotion to feed off of." On cue, the branch grew several inches and sprouted well bloomed blossoms. Hermione grinned and Minerva bit her bottom lip nervously.
"Hermione?" The young witch turned her attention the the Headmistress. "What you stated before... have you found"the Mistletoe was now a foot longer than before. "th-the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with?" Hermione stepped closer to Minerva, not answering her question. She glanced up at the Mistletoe, which has now tripled in size. pointing a forefinger upward at the Mistletoe, Hermione's well know Cheshire cat grin mad a small appearance.
'Mistletoe, Professor." Minerva hummed in agreement as Hermione's lips decended upon hers. Most first kisses are clumsy and no one can ever remember the details, but Minerva can honestly say she can. Hermione was warm, smelled slightly like honey ad tasted like warm milk. It felt like a sleepy, lazy, sunny, summer sunday morning. It was comforting yet exciting at the same time. Leave it to Hermione to comfort and arouse you at the same time. Minerva lay in bed witha hint of a smile on her lips, dreaming of warm milk and honey on sunday mornings.
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