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Confessions:
The next morning Hermione left, having no words and no heart to wake Minerva, only partially covered by the blankets. Hermione was in awe, and her expectations were exceeded in heaps and bounds. This woman looked half her years, and Hermione caught herself thinking of her genes… If they ever had children… "No," She told herself "stop thinking about that." And apparated away before waking the which for seconds.
Suddenly, the thought of having HIS children repulsed her. Her image replaced with black curly haired children, with her bone structure. She knew, being a witch meant that she would be able to have children with Minerva that would have both their genes and be their biological child, without needing the help of a surrogate. Hermione's thoughts swimming, she sat at a table at the Burrow, when Ron surprised her and said: "I know I will regret asking why your head is in the clouds, so I won't. As long as everything goes according to plan."
Seeing Ron's face made her wonder what happened, and as she was on cloud 9, nothing could shock her, nothing except this. Ron admitted he slept with Harry, and that he no longer fancied the brunette, and that he also wanted to 'explore his options' as she had called it previously. She knew Ron had hardly taken other lovers, and on the odd occasion he always compared them to Harry, and as was the case, they all fell short when compared with hero-worship.
"It just felt wrong…" He started, "I was so drunk and I took advantage of him, probably ruining his relationship for a one-night stand. That just proved to me that staying together is ideal for both of is, straight forward, no hiccups.
"Could we get a surrogate?" Hermione wondered out loud. "Fuck sakes, 'Moine! What on earth for? We have both been testing and I thought you wanted biological kids?" She just shook her head miserably, not having a response prepared. "I can't stand having sex with you, not after…" Here her voice stopped. Knowing exactly what Ron would think about what happened, Hermione and Ron both took the chance, but he needed her now more than ever. "McGonagall." He said, proving once again that he was more observant than she gave him credit for. "You fucked her, didn't you?" He said, his tone slightly accusing. "We made love." She replied without a second thought. "Stupid, you know love isn't real."
She used to agree, but some part of her wasn't sure anymore. She only knew that there was more to Minerva than just her body, and she wished she had the chance to learn more about her. She couldn't even be upset, she always knew Ron had to bang Harry out of his system, they were never meant for each other, and she only hoped with all her heart that Harry & Draco could fix things. She had never seen her best friend as happy as he was when they are around each other.
Of course, they had their fights too, with those explosive tempers, how could they not? But she recognised that Draco honestly loved her best friend, and she just wanted them to be happy.
