HG/MM….I should really stop warning you about that…if you don't know already, you probably won't ever know and you're just an idiot.
Sorry this one took me a day or two…and it's rather short, I know…but I'm working on another fic right now…it's Petunia/Minerva, but I'm taking my sweet time on it because I don't know how much interest there is for that.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling killed a lot of people. I could never do that.
Nothing Like It Chapter 7
Hermione was staring resolutely at the clock behind Professor McGonagall.
She had been determined not to look at her the entire lesson. So far she had done pretty well.
Of course, occasionally that damn piece of hair would catch her attention and she'd have to linger on it for a moment, but then she would decisively turn away and not look for a whole five minutes. Okay…maybe two. But she had thought this through. If Minerva noticed her not looking at her at all she might think something is up, and then that would lead to more awkward conversations after class in which it would be absolutely impossible for her to keep her gaze off of Minerva. So Hermione had decided that she must look at Minerva to keep her from thinking she was in love with her.
Okay, maybe that wasn't quite right.
"Oy!"
Ron elbowed her in the side. Hermione sat up straight and realized what she had been doing. For the past five minutes her gaze had been fixed solely on Minerva. She hadn't even noticed. But Minerva had. She was now giving Hermione a look of extreme curiosity.
Hermione blushed and looked down at her textbook. She wasn't going to let herself meet Minerva's gaze. She couldn't.
"Alright class," Professor McGonagall said, giving Hermione one last look, "I will see you tomorrow. You are dismissed."
There was a rush for the door that included Hermione.
Hermione could see Professor McGonagall trying to get her attention but she ignored it, thinking that it would be better for them both not to have any further out-of-class communication.
She stalked off down the long hallway, leaving Ron and Harry hurrying in her wake.
"Hey!"
Ron ran up beside her and clapped a hand on her shoulder to get her to stop.
"What's wrong with you? McGonagall was trying to talk to you back there, she asked us to let you know."
Hermione pulled Ron and Harry towards the Common room. Once inside she sat in chair and pulled her legs up to her chest.
"I can't speak to her. I just can't. She knows that I love her and I just can't face that."
Harry gave her a look of sympathy, "I'm sorry, Hermione. You never know, though, she might love you back."
Hermione snorted. "Right, because teachers go falling in love with their half-a-decade younger students all the time!"
Ron shrugged, "Harry's right, I mean, she's always looking at you and stuff."
Hermione looked down. "She's just looking at me because she's just caught me looking at her."
Harry leaned over to Hermione, "Look, I know I said you should take your mind off of her but it's obviously doing you no good. I suggest that you go and talk to her. Just…I dunno…tell her how you feel before she has a chance to misinterpret things."
Hermione was near tears now. "But what do I say? I usually have all the answers, now I just feel so lost…"
"Then find yourself."
Harry and Hermione both turned to Ron, dumbstruck.
"What? I can be sensitive sometimes…."
Hermione sniffed. "Yes, I think I'll go and speak with her."
Harry and Ron smiled and walked her to the door.
"Thanks, for everything…"
She turned and gave them each a huge before leaving the Common room.
A minute later she found herself outside Minerva's classroom. She took a deep breath before continuing inside.
When she entered, she saw Minerva sobbing at her desk.
A/N: Thanks to Marish89, jumpoffacliff, xx minerva rulez xx, hermin22, owlofathena, breezy531, xio11 and cherline for reviewing!
Thanks to Katherine, Kelsey, jumpoffacliff, Jordan and whomever else helped me for reading this and helping me figure it out.
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