Author's Note : I'm sorry that the title on this chapter is not the best, but it was the best I could come up with.


Worries

Hermione let out a sigh of satisfaction, having Minerva's fingers caress over her backside. The two of them were in bed; it was early morning on a Sunday, meaning there wouldn't be any classes that day.

Still the headmistress had school issues to tend to and Hermione had a bunch of papers she needed to have done by the next day. Hermione knew Minerva only to be half asleep as her eyes were closed as she stroked her.

"Minerva," Hermione said her voice almost like a whisper.

"Yes," it quickly came from the other witch.

"Did you ever think you could be this happy," said Hermione.

"I hoped I could be, but never dared to think it to be true," said Minerva honestly. She had lost so much hope of it after her husband died so many years ago.

"Neither did I, I feared I had to live in an unhappy marriage just because it was the right thing to do," said Hermione with a sigh.

"Luckily for both that didn't happen," said Minerva in a very serious tone.

"Indeed," said Hermione.

"Hmmm," Minerva commented.

Hermione got out of the bed to get the papers that needed grading, before coming back, looking through the first one as she heard Minerva say, "I hope you are not giving Rose a high grade unless it's well deserved."

"Are you saying I'm partial?" Hermione asked, meeting her teal green eyes with a frown.

"Not at all just saying," said Minerva, rolling her eyes a little.

"Well I only give grades I think they deserve, and for this one I think she deserve a little less than average, Scorpius on the other hand deserve a higher grade," said Hermione.

"You seem surprised," said Minerva.

"Just never figured he was that good, but I take it he's studying hard," said Hermione.

"Unlike our daughter," said Minerva. She had used to calling her that lately, after all they had been dating for about six months now. She had also fully ended thing with Ron so she wouldn't be looked at with judgmental eyes for sneaking around behind his back when they in theory were still married.

"Yes, any idea how his father was when we went here, just asking for curiosity," said Hermione.

"Too my knowledge slightly below average in some classes, not because he didn't have the talent he just didn't bother to read," Minerva answered.

Unlike father like son then I do suppose," said Hermione with a sigh.

Minerva let out a slight laugh as she said, "You wish it to be like mother like daughter."

"Of course, maybe I should talk to her about it," said Hermione.

"I think you should," said Minerva honestly.

"I'll do it after class tomorrow then," said Hermione.

"Good, or maybe you could ask Scorpius to have a positive influence on her," said Minerva thoughtfully.

"Actually that is not a bad idea," said Hermione.

Minerva smiled saying, "Sometimes two minds thinks better than one."

"You are right, Miss McGonagall, so you wish to stay in bed all day or to get up?" Hermione asked as she for sure was in no hurry.

"I wish the first to a change," said Minerva with a giggle.

"Your wish is my command," said Hermione, knowing all too well they would do much more than relaxing a little later. She didn't mind though, neither of them did.


It was the next afternoon that Hermione kept Scorpius Malfoy after class. The young boy had not spoken against it as he didn't want trouble, still he couldn't understand why he was detained.

He sat waiting for Hermione to speak to him as she seemed to be finishing up something. Finally she looked at him, saying, "I've been going over your last paper, Malfoy."

"It's not good is it?" he said with a heavy sigh, knowing he could have done it better.

"It's more than good," said Hermione in a reassuring tone.

"Then did I do something wrong?" he asked, he seemed puzzled.

"No, you are good," she said.

"Then I'm sorry I don't understand why you would keep me here," said Scorpius honestly.

"It's about Rose, she's not doing too well, in this class, I'm afraid it will get worse and she can fail. Now I am wondering as you are one of the best and her friend if you could try talk to her, set any example, try to make her see she needs this subject as well as the rest," said Hermione.

"Ma'am, with all due respect, I think it is way out of line to even have this conversation. You have to think of that you are not only her teacher but her mother, have you any idea how hard that makes it for her. I will try to talk to her, but try just once to put yourself in her shoes," he said, before getting up to leave her.

"Minerva," Hermione whispered, knowing that she was in water above her head right now.


It was later the very same day Rose Weasley was called into the headmistress office. She entered after telling the password, "Whiskers."

She found the old headmistress behind her desk, looking through some papers. She put her pen aside and looked at the young girl in front of her. Thinking about how much she looked like Hermione at that age, they were so much alike.

"So I hear you are having some transfiguration problems," Minerva cut to the case, there was no use tiptoeing around.

"Guess mother is talking to you," she said, rolling her eyes lightly.

"Do you wish to share why you are not doing your best, as I know for a fact that you can do better," said Minerva.

"You really wish to know," said Rose.

"Please," said Minerva in a soft tone.

"It bores me, it is too easy. I probably could get on top grade, but I have a problem with ma teaching the class. I know I need it for later so I'm asking you if you can put in another teacher to the end of the term so I can pass or something like it," said Rose.

"Why is your mother teaching the class a problem to which you study or not?" Minerva wanted to know.

"Because the others is giving me a hard time saying if I get top grades it is only because she is my mother. So to have them off my back I don't put in that much of an effort," said Rose.

"I'll tell you what, if you promise to study and do your best for the rest of the semester, not do it the way you have up to now, I will grade your papers and your exam. That was no one can tell you your grade was not earned or not. I don't favor students, I didn't even do that with your mother, father or uncle when it came to grades and I won't with you, understood," Minerva said.

"Yes McG, may I go now, I have two tests I need to study for," said Rose.

"One in transfiguration, I'll have your mother arrange it so I'll have your papers from now on. Do you want the same questions as the others or harder?" Minerva asked.

"I want to be graded at equal terms if you don't mind," Rose said as she slowly walked towards the door.

"On equal terms it is," said Minerva and smiled at her.

"Thank you, McG," said Rose before she left her office on which Minerva let out a small laugh as she shook her head.


"So…?" Hermione asked Minerva as the two of them were entering the great hall for dinner.

"She promised to shape up as long as you are no longer grading her papers as the others are giving her a hard time as you are both her mother and teacher," said Minerva.

"How will that even work when I'm teaching the class, is that even fair towards the other students?" asked Hermione, looking at her lover with questioning eyes.

"I don't think this is the time to think about the other students, only about your daughter, this is after all her senior year," said Minerva.

"You are right, and I did come to you with the matter in the first place, and you are sure you don't mind?" asked Hermione as they sat down on the staff table. Hermione, now on Minerva's right. The deputy headmaster was on her left.

"No, after all they are both of our responsibility now that we are a couple…" Hermione stopped before she said, 'That are going to get married.' It was what she wanted, it was what she had always wanted, still after six months together, on most which they had shared bed Minerva hadn't gotten to the level of proposing.

The younger who of course knew she could do it herself, but it just didn't feel right. She had gone from being Mrs. Weasley back to being Miss. Granger. She felt she was back at the beginning, she had done her mistakes over the years, and one of them was to marry Ron. There had however come something wonderful out of it, their children.

Hermione looked down at the Gryffindor table seeing Rose talking to some fellow students. She just hoped this would help to get her back on track as she knew Rose to be a good student before she started to teach there.

Minerva looked at Hermione troubled face, she knew the other woman wanted to go further, but Minerva needed the moment to be right, therefore she waited. She knew it was over with Ronald by far, they had had signed the papers not long after Hermione had come to the castle on half friendly terms. The few times they now did talk was usually about the children or pure curtsey. To Minerva's knowledge Ronald had not found another.

"She will do just fine," said Minerva in a soft tone, seeing as a paper owl landing in front of Rose. It quickly turned into a letter on which she read and blushed. She looked towards the Slytherin table and mimed something with her lips. Minerva assumed to Scorpius.

"I know," Hermione said, without looking over at the older witch as the food was slowly appearing in front of them. Without exchanging more words they and the students started to eat.


"Hermione, do you have a moment?" Minerva asked about a month later. The headmistress was interrupting her class.

"Just continue reading, I'll be right back," Hermione told her second year students. She followed Minerva outside, the older witch was looking rather troubled so Hermione couldn't help but to ask, "Is everything okay, sweetheart?"

"Do you have time to come to my office, there is an urgent matter I would like to discuss," Minerva said, her face didn't show much emotion, but her eyes were flickering.

"Of course, will it take long so I need to have another Professor look after the class?" Hermione asked worried.

"No, this won't take long," said Minerva as she started to walk towards her office not saying something about the matter it was regarding making Hermione feel even more worried. She couldn't get what this would be about as they hadn't had any trouble in their relationship lately. In fact after Minerva had started to grade Rose's papers it seemed to be going even better. The older witch however had seemed to be having some minor trouble with her back the last period of time which lead to Hermione rubbing it carefully, yet efficiently at least once a day. It did seem to help.

As they entered the office Minerva closed the door behind them. She turned and before Hermione could react her lips were crushing down on her own. The younger witch did however manage to meet them even if the kiss became of a bit clumsy nature.

Minerva slowly backed away, making Hermione look at her with surprised eyes with a slight blush spreading on her cheek. She smiled shyly saying, "What was that for?"

"We have both been so busy and I just wanted a moment alone with you, I'm sorry to have dragged you out of your class," Minerva said, in a soft tone, her hand caressing Hermione's cheek.

"That is completely okay, headmistress," said Hermione with a giggle, she had nothing against this kind of distraction.

"You better get back to class, before your students off track," said Minerva with a smile.

Hermione didn't comment on this, instead she reached up to tongue Minerva just a little. Minerva let out a soft moan into her mouth as the younger witch backed away. As she looked at her it was like she once again could see the young girl that first walked into Hogwarts with her busy hair. Those days had however faded and Hermione had bloomed to become a beautiful woman and now her companion.

"Maybe we should go out to eat later on?" Hermione suggested as it had been a while.

Minerva nodded, and Hermione slowly left her to go back to her class.


"Looks like your mother got something from McG," said Scorpius with a chuckle when Hermione got back about ten minutes after she left them flushing.

"One ewww and two think that's too fast at her age even," said Rose, wrinkling her nose.

"Agree on that," they heard Albus's voice next to them, he was also wrinkling his nose.

"It's my mother, I rather not know ever if it is a fact," said Rose, make a face in disgust as she heard her mother's voice say, "What is it that you do not wish to know, and is important enough to not pay attention."

"I rather not say," said Rose.

"Humor me," said Hermione, her eyes seemed grave.

"This is all your fault," she hissed at Malfoy.

"Fine, I'll take the bullet, it was just you looked so flushed when you came in so we were speculating if you had something in the headmistress office," said Scorpius boldly.

"Not that it is any of anyone's business but no we did not do that, that usually happen at night," said Hermione in a hard tone.

The three just looked at her with wide eyes, as she said, "You are having your N. E. W. T.'s coming up very soon."

"Yes ma'am," they all said as she walked back to her desk while the rest were sniggering of the trio.


"I still can't believe you said that," said Minerva the same night over a mug of butterbeer while they were waiting for the food.

"They shouldn't even be discussing that, and you should have seen her face when I said it," said Hermione, rolling her eyes.

Minerva chuckled before she said, "Quite funny I can imagine, but you have to remember that teenagers will be teenagers."

"I just hope that…" Hermione didn't finish, instead she took a sip of her glass.

"She's not," Minerva's hand, reached to rest upon her chin.

"I wasn't much older when I first…" she stopped again, looking away.

"I waited until I was married until I went that far, but I had someone else I almost did it with," Minerva said with a heavy sigh, turning Hermione's face back, teal green meeting mocha brown.

"What happened?" Hermione asked.

"He was none magical and I wanted to work in the magical world," Minerva answered without elaborating on it.

Hermione nodded, before saying, "Well at least we are both in the magical world now."

"Thankfully, which reminds me there is something I've been needing to ask you," Minerva's eyes showed that she was serious.

"Yes…?" Hermione questioned, looking at her whit eyes that sparkled more than usual.

"Lately I've come to the terms that I really do love you, and I cannot picture the rest of my days with anyone else. I suppose what I wish to ask of you is if you will consider to become my wife?" Minerva said, her otherwise steady voice seemed insecure.

"Yes, oh yes," Hermione exclaimed, there would never be any doubts on her account.

Minerva smiled as she produced a ring with wandless magic and tread it upon Hermione's finger. She had a feeling the younger woman wouldn't say no, but still she had been rather nervous about it.

Hermione leaned over the table to kiss Minerva, thinking that she never before had been this happy. Minerva of course felt the same way.


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