Part 10

"Spring solstice."

Hermione turned and paused her writing on the board for the next day as she looked to her left, taking in dark robes and eventually meeting emerald eyes.

"Pardon?"

"The Spring solstice is coming up and as you know we hold a ball each year. This year I would like you to head it," Minerva elaborated as she walked into the classroom.

Hermione frowned. There had been no previous mention of the annual event. "Me? May I ask why?"

"Every year it is the same and in recent years it has become dull. You are young, your ideas are fresh… I trust you," Minerva said offhandedly.

While Minerva had given the compliment flippantly, Hermione still smiled.

"Are you sure you want to give me that much responsibility?"

"Are you not up to the challenge?" Minerva looked over at her, a smile nearly adorning her lips.

Hermione paused as her smile grew, "I never said that."

"Then I leave it in your capable hands. If you would like to meet in my office tomorrow, at lunch, we can discuss the details."

Hermione nodded, "Sure."

When Minerva did not turn to leave however, Hermione looked at her expectantly. "Was there something else you wanted?" she asked gently.

As if startled out of a trance, Minerva's back straightened and the intense gaze Hermione had been receiving was suddenly broken. "No, you may resume your task."

Hermione watched her for a second, a little perplexed, before turning back to the board, when Minerva once again interrupted.

"Chess?" The tall woman had paused in her gait and was looking at her from the archway of the door.

Hermione turned her head again, confused. "I-"

"Would you like to engage in a game of chess with me, tonight?"

Hermione lifted her eyebrows in surprise. They hadn't played chess together since Christmas. It was something she had come to enjoy between them and it gently reminded her how much she had missed the tender moments.

"I, yes. That would be lovely," she responded a little disjointedly but happily.

Minerva nodded but did not smile. "I shall see you at eight." And with that she was out the door calling after her, "Do not be late!"

Hermione scoffed. She was never late! But as she looked through the door at the billowing green robes, she had a feeling there was a teasing smirk upon the Headmistress's lips. Ah, she was teasing, she thought as she looked back to the board.

-Finding Words-

Later that night the two women were comfortably sat, a glass of Firewhisky in hand, moving their pawns around the board, laughing gently.

"You're cheating," Hermione accused as Minerva took one of her white chess pieces with a smirk.

"Who would have thought the great Hermione Granger would be so sore in a fair defeat?"

"Only when with every move I make, I get absolutely nowhere."

"Practice."

"Clearly I am lacking."

Minerva smiled and gazed at mocha brown eyes leisurely. The Firewhisky had taken some of her resolve away and she was sure that Hermione had noticed her slightly more open gazes and smiles. "You are a quick study."

Hermione shook her head as she looked at the board again and contemplated her next move, "Apparently not."

Minerva brought the tumbler to her mouth, inhaling the spiced liquor as she took in the soft curls framing the younger woman's face. "Do not doubt yourself. I was told that when you were younger, you were quite the spitfire. Firm in your own belief and knowledge."

Hermione looked up with a curious smile, "Is that so? And who imparted such information, may I ask?"

Minerva took a sip of her drink as she kept her eyes fixed on brown ones. "What makes you think I would divulge such information, dear?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes and stared at her opponent who had a teasing smile curling at the edges of her pink lips. They weren't as plump as her own but Hermione found them rather tempting and mischievous as she looked over the older woman, willing her to tell her and yet knowing full well that she wouldn't.

Minerva smirked and sipped her drink, "Those brown eyes can bore holes through my very soul, but I assure you, no information shall be passing these lips. I think it wise to keep a few tricks up my sleeves."

"Wise for whom?"

Minerva smiled into her glass and looked over the rim, "Now that is the question."

"And I'm guessing once again I shall receive no answer?"

"You would be correct. However, take solace in the fact that you are quick to learn the rules." Minerva was half-tempted to wink at the younger woman but refrained and merely nodded towards the game, persuading a now distracted Hermione to resume.

Hermione raised her eyebrows but went back to looking at the board, gnawing at her lip as she did so.

Minerva let her eyes roam as Hermione stared at the board contemplatively. She traced the lines of firelight that caressed Hermione's neck, and as she tilted her neck further in thought, Minerva found herself wanting nothing more than to have her lips tracing where her eyes seemed transfixed. It was not a foreign thought but it had taken her by surprise. She hadn't expected to feel such a reaction to someone since Amelia's death but she found something tugging in her gut once again. This surprising but very pleasant thought was in her head, claiming her thoughts and she let it.

Hermione's brow quivered as she looked at the board, completely stuck. She couldn't do it. And yet she didn't want to claim defeat. To do so would be to give in and she hated the thought of the other woman winning. She liked rattling the older woman's chains and she knew claiming defeat would only help to further Minerva's already far too big ego.

As if sensing the woman's thoughts, Minerva spoke up, "Having trouble?"

"No," Hermione said stubbornly, trying to suppress her smile.

"Alright…"

Hermione didn't have to look up to know that the other woman was wearing a Cheshire cat like grin and shook her head as she muttered, "Shut up."

Minerva pressed her lips together and tried not to laugh as the minutes ticked by.

Hermione sighed and groaned and looked up at twinkling eyes. "Oh, hush you!"

Minerva laughed and scoffed, "I haven't said a word!"

"Oh, don't look at me like that. We both know you made that move impossible for me to move past!" Hermione laughed.

Minerva laughed back, "I was testing your bounds. You're a little rusty but you have learnt a lot since we first began playing."

Hermione narrowed her eyes playfully.

"Such a gaze, I'm trembling in my skin, I assure you."

"You should be."

Minerva pursed her lips as her mind thought about a far more pleasurable way of trembling. Throwing caution to the wind, Minerva tested the waters. "Would you like to make me tremble, dear?" she flirted softly.

Hermione's eyes connected with hers immediately as she looked at her, surprised.

Minerva couldn't read her and started questioning her sanity. Why did she do that? Of all the things she could have done. She should have kept her thoughts to herself even if it was fun to make the younger woman squirm. Damn it. She stayed calm though and held the younger woman's gaze. She couldn't do anything else but wait and hold her breath.

Hermione wasn't sure how to take the comment. Minerva had been many things since she had known her, but flirtatious, no, she had certainly not been that. Perhaps it was just the drink. Friends flirted. Heck, she herself flirted with her friends. She looked away and then back as she contemplated what to do.

Hermione started packing away the chess pieces and Minerva thought she had scared the woman away, but as the brunette placed the last chess piece back into its proper resting place, mocha eyes met hers. "You wouldn't just be trembling, dear," Hermione smirked.

Minerva raised her eyebrow trying to keep her breathing steady, "No?"

"No."

Minerva smirked, "So confident."

Hermione smiled and stood up to put the chess board away, "You said I was a quick study, so if you're half as good as you always seem to think you are, then I think I should be able to handle you just fine."

Minerva chuckled, "Touché."

Once Hermione had placed the game back in the drawer in which it was kept, she came back to pick up her cardigan and smiled down at the woman who was still leisurely sipping her drink.

Hermione knew she would never have this woman pegged. At times she believed she was getting closer and thought perhaps one day, without even knowing it, she would know the older woman completely. But like moments ago, Minerva would throw her a curveball and Hermione would find herself bending and twisting into a new position in their relationship. While she was a step closer to the woman, she questioned how many layers the woman had and if there were enough years in her lifetime to uncover them all. Looking into twinkling emerald eyes, full of mischief and mirth, she guessed not.

Minerva sat up and placed her drink on the table on which the chess board had sat. "Such a gaze I'm sure has a tale to tell. I won't lie, I am curious as to what you are thinking when you look at me like that."

Hermione smiled and bowed her head before looking back up at the woman, "If I know anything, it's that you have many a trick up your sleeve already, or so I have been told. I would be a fool to give you any further help. Who knows, I might even have a few tricks and things up my own sleeve."

"Of that I have no doubt. And if I know anything, you are no fool."

Hermione went to answer but paused as she let her eyes drop to lips, still wet from the whisky they had been drinking and then back up to green eyes that seemed entirely focused on her, "I would say yes but it depends on the circumstance."

Minerva looked at the younger woman and shifted further forward on her seat. "Care to elaborate?"

Hermione smiled. She felt confident, the whisky having helped to lower her inhibitions. She found herself strangely attracted to the woman sat looking at her as though she held all the answers and with such entirety. For the first time, as Minerva moved forward on her seat, Hermione found herself wondering what it would be like to… She looked back at her lips.

Minerva watched the younger woman carefully. She wasn't sure what the younger woman was thinking but she felt her muscles tighten as she smelt the first waves of something… what was it? Tangy, desperate, wanting. Arousal? Was it?

For a full second Hermione foolishly imagined her lips on Minerva's. But then she blinked, smiled, shook her sleeve and said, "No fool, remember?"

And as quickly as the scent in Minerva's nostrils came, it went. Gone, and she found herself in a state of confusion and wanting. And yet the hope that had danced across her skin remained.

Minerva said nothing but reigned in her feelings and nodded. The moment having been suddenly sobering.

Hermione looked over wide, green eyes. There was something in those eyes that she couldn't quite figure out. But the hour was late and Hermione knew she would not find the answers she sought tonight. Another night perhaps.

"Goodnight, Headmistress. I had a most enjoyable evening. Sleep well."

"And you. Goodnight."

Hermione nodded and looked over the older woman again briefly. There was a tension between them and Hermione wanted to know why.

She nodded and started walking towards the door. She wasn't a fool, she knew about attraction and she knew that somehow it had started to form inside of her for the older woman. She'd been praying it was a crush and for now it was. But… she frowned as she twisted the door handle and exited the room, closing the door gently behind her before looking at the old aged mahogany wood as though it would tell her what was going on inside her mind.

She fancied her boss. She groaned quietly and turned to walk back to her room. She'd think about it tomorrow. For now she wanted her bed.

-Finding words –

2 weeks later…

Hermione's dress flurried past her as she refilled some of the punch bowls, all non-alcoholic save for one for the teachers. The Spring solstice dance was in full swing, the buffet having been open for half an hour now and the punch going down quickly.

Everyone seemed to be having fun and the band and DJ she had hired had been a great hit with the students. Planning had been harder than she thought and she had stuck to a masked ball theme. She'd always loved the fact that it was a Spring solstice, an evening of new and nature. The great hall had been expanded and branches and trees twisted around and over the brick work with leaves and flowers hanging over them. She'd wanted it to feel like a forest and it did.

She had asked each student not to buy masks but make them of their own accord and all having to be related to the theme of Spring.

Some had come in the form of newborn animals, some in the form of flowers and trees. She herself had gone down the botanical route. Her dress a moss green colour with a small train of branches and leaves. Vines and flowers twisted over her arms and her mask was held into place with a ring of flowers and vines interlaced through her soft curly hair.

Suddenly a tumbler with amber liquid moved in front of her view. She smiled as she looked at the long dextrous fingers that held the glass.

"You've been running around all night. We do have other professors to which you can delegate your tasks."

Hermione blushed and bowed her head before taking the glass and turning to look into eyes that had lately become her favourite.

It had been a very pleasant and almost flirtatious two weeks. She hadn't quite known how to take it so instead she had enjoyed it.

"Have you been watching me?"

Minerva smiled and sipped her drink, "It is my job to watch over everyone."

Hermione couldn't fault her there but a small part of her hoped she had been watching her more than necessary.

Hermione smiled and went to answer when three students came up to them.

"Professors. I'm sorry but…"

They didn't have to say much as both she and Minerva could clearly see the inebriated student in the middle being held up by his friends.

"I…"

Minerva held up her hand, "How much has he had?"

They shook their heads, "A lot?"

Hermione stepped forward to take the drunk boy but Minerva stopped her, "I'll take them. As I previously stated, you've been running around all night."

Hermione frowned, "Are you sure?"

Minerva handed the younger witch her glass and nodded before looking at her students sternly, "Follow me. You shall all be detained from the dance for the rest of the evening. No buts."

Hermione watched them go with a sad smile. She remembered drinking for the first time. To say she had been ill the next day would have been an understatement. She'd had worse nights since, but that first time, she remembered feeling like her insides had been uprooted, thrown around, chopped up in a blender and then deposited back into her already sore body.

She spotted her colleagues across the way and went over to them. It seemed Minerva had already asked someone else to watch the punch table and the buffet seemed covered. The band would be back on soon and so she found herself drifting over towards the adults, her shoulders relaxing.

-Finding Words-

Minerva sighed as she walked through the dark corridor. An hour had passed in which she had watched one boy throw up only to have one of her other students follow suit having watched her friend. With her senses being more sensitive than others, her nose had been fighting the urge to breathe as she had helped Poppy deal with them.

She thanked Merlin for potions and for how efficient Poppy was.

She breathed in the air free from the stench that had been the insides of someone's stomach as she strolled back to the great hall.

She closed her eyes and when she opened them she found her steps slowing as she looked at the form leant against the wall, looking at her with eyes that seemed slightly more unfocussed since she had last seen them.

"May I help you, Professor?" she tried to keep her smile at bay.

Mocha eyes grinned at her as Hermione pushed herself from the wall and took a few steps towards the older woman, the punch having been stronger than she thought, in addition to the two whiskys she had drunk on top of that. She was feeling confident again. And curious.

The music filtered through from the great hall and Hermione's hips started to sway, "Would you like to dance with me?"

Minerva chuckled lowly, "I believe the safe answer would be no."

The slightly Indian style music fell upon Hermione's ears and she closed her eyes and swayed, her hips moving gently.

Minerva's eyes traced the fabric that seemed to delicately hold curvaceous hips and pert breasts. She watched the way it folded and creased, shifting with the way Hermione's hips moved.

Tearing her eyes away with a subtle hitch of her breath she looked back up to mocha orbs. She thought it would help but what she saw there only helped to make her heart beat faster.

"I leave you alone for a mere hour and you're drunk. Not the best example for our students." She tried to sound stern but the amusement in her voice filtered through.

"I'm not drunk. Tipsy perhaps."

The Headmistress smirked as she watched Hermione come ever closer. "I presume you have been having fun?"

Hermione nodded, "Mhmm." She looked over the older woman, her dress accentuating her beautiful shoulders and collarbones; the material falling over small breasts and kissing a waist that followed unto shapely hips. Hermione could not deny that the woman was beautiful.

Minerva was watching Hermione's eyes with rapt attention. If she hadn't have known that Hermione had had a drink, she would have said the dazed look upon her face was the cause of something else. Or perhaps she hoped it was attraction.

"I think the new groundskeeper that Filch begrudgingly took on has finally found the courage, in the bottom of a glass of punch, to ask Megan, the new medi-witch, out."

Minerva smiled, "Is that so?"

Hermione nodded and watched as Minerva took a few slow steps towards her, "Good for him…"

"I thought so."

Minerva nearly smiled as she looked at the woman who was becoming increasingly awkward and yet she wasn't running away or leaving to hide. She just kept looking at her, as if mesmerized.

"While I may not be in the mood for dancing, I would be inclined to take a walk if you would like to accompany me?"

Hermione pretended to contemplate the offer, "What's in it for me?"

Minerva raised her eyebrow and walked past the younger woman, brushing her shoulder in kind as she walked away calling after her, "How about some fresh air to sober you up?", her voice teasing and almost husky like.

Hermione smiled. Minerva knew she would follow and with a swivel of Hermione's foot she soon joined step beside the beautiful witch. "So, where are we going?" Hermione asked gently.

"Anywhere. I feel like some fresh air."

"You're tipsy too?"

Minerva looked at Hermione, a smile tugging at her lips as she rolled her eyes.

Hermione smiled and followed the ebony haired witch out onto the grounds.

The air was crisp and Minerva quickly cast a warming charm with a subtle bend and flick of her wrist which Hermione immediately felt.

"Thank you," she murmured.

Minerva nodded her head as they headed down towards the lake, "I haven't yet had the opportunity to tell you what a wonderful job you did this evening."

"It was my pleasure. It was slightly daunting at times but I'm glad you asked me and believed I could do a good job, thank you."

"You did a wonderful job."

Hermione dipped her head with a blush.

Minerva still found herself fascinated with how humble the young woman could be. She was the brightest which of her age, famous for her efforts in the war with young Mister Potter and Mister Weasley and yet she still held an air of modesty about her.

They walked silently but comfortably down to the lake and found a bench, the moon high up in the sky, its reflection glistening on the rippling water. Hermione remembered her time down by the lake during the Triwizard Tournament and how she had become a participant in the game for Victor Krum.

Those games were not something she looked back on with fond memories. Though her friendship with Harry and Ron had begun then and that was something she always cherished.

Minerva took a seat and Hermione followed suit, her arm brushing Minerva's.

The older witch took solace in the other woman's presence, her warmth, her perfume, her company.

"I haven't been here since the Triwizard Tournament," Hermione stated quietly.

"No?"

Hermione shook her head.

Minerva kept her gaze on the water, the waves and ripples holding her attention. "I come here to think. It's peaceful, nothing but waves and the echoing sounds of the mer-people to disturb me."

Hermione looked ahead at the vast nothing that disappeared into the lake it seemed, its edges cocooned and guarded by trees and land.

"The library," Hermione stated and Minerva looked at her curiously. "That's where I go, for peace and quiet I mean."

Minerva smiled. "A perfect choice."

Hermione smiled shyly. "The library here is gorgeous. I loved the one at Beauxbatons. But Hogwarts. There's something about it…" Hermione shook her head, "I sound-"

"No, you don't," Minerva interrupted before Hermione could finish, knowing exactly what she was going to say. "You don't sound foolish. The library was one of the main reasons I took the job years ago. I love the library also."

"Really?"

Minerva nodded, "Yes. I loved my time at Hogwarts. I loved the library and even during my time studying here I didn't manage to get through every single book, though I tried my hardest. The library here is extensive and beautiful. I found myself unable to leave it for long. I also shared my first kiss amongst those books," Minerva reminisced.

Hermione smiled, "Oh?"

Minerva nodded, "It was clumsy to say the least."

"Tell me." Hermione turned her body towards the older woman and relaxed as she looked at the woman who was half cast in light and half in shadow, her creamy skin almost illuminated by the moon.

Minerva smiled and almost laughed in remembrance. "I was in my last year and I was studying as much I could for my exams. Every moment was spent amongst those books. I believe a group of the Quidditch players dared Charles Horman to kiss me and he did. He took my first kiss away from me. I was so mad I pushed him into the nearest bookshelf, it fell and caused a domino effect, taking down another 13 bookshelves."

Hermione grinned, "That's quite the first kiss story."

Minerva chuckled quietly, "I assure you, it's all quite true."

Hermione chuckled thinking about a red-faced and furious Scottish girl pushing an unsuspecting cocky boy into the shelf. The thought played in her mind and she chuckled again.

Minerva watched the younger woman with a happy smile, "What about you?"

Hermione thought back, "I think… I think it might have been Victor Krum, you know."

"During the games?"

"Yes. Well, during the tournament. I think we went for a walk and he asked me to the ball and he kissed me. It was sweet from what I remember. But I didn't like him. I was just flattered by the attention. I was young."

"I recall everyone thinking you were quite the couple."

Hermione scoffed, "Hardly. He was boring, not very loquacious, and too self-involved."

Minerva chuckled and turned her body more towards the younger woman so their knees were brushing. "Not your type?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at the older woman's teasing, "No. And he was too, bulky. No."

Minerva laughed fully this time. "Aren't you the picky one, Miss Granger."

Hermione rolled her eyes as a smile tugged at her lips and Minerva smirked in return.

Hermione looked back out towards the lake and Minerva let her eyes remain on the beautiful woman, indulging herself. "How's your head now?"

"Better," Hermione turned her head back to Minerva, "Thank you."

"No more urges to dance with me?"

Hermione grinned, "I wouldn't say that. I'd still show you that my hips don't lie."

Minerva chuckled lowly, "Is that so, Shakira?"

Hermione's eyebrow raised in surprise, "I'm impressed." She smiled.

"I'm no stranger to Muggle music."

Hermione nodded, "Duly noted."

"Don't you know by now, I'm not a one trick pony, dear." Minerva's eyes twinkled as she smiled gently at Hermione, something akin to mischief taking over her body language.

"Ah, yes, I think I recall you saying something along those lines. Mmm, must have slipped my mind," Hermione replied, bantering along with her.

"Clearly I need make a more impacting impression."

Hermione smiled, "You might be losing your touch."

"I am, am I?"

Hermione grinned, "I'm not an expert but your reputation has yet to meet reality."

Minerva said nothing for a moment but let her eyes roam over the younger woman. "You're lucky I need to keep you on as Charms Professor."

Hermione smirked, "Would you fire me otherwise?"

"Something like that," Minerva quipped.

Little did she know the Headmistress was indulging herself in a myriad of fantasies involving said Charms Professor.

They lingered in the fresh air a little longer before heading back up towards the castle. The ball needed to end at some point and each year it seemed to get harder to urge the children, and sometimes even the professors, back to their respective beds.

The music filtered in as they got closer to the castle and the dull thud reverberated off the walls and echoed through the corridors.

They walked slowly and Minerva plucked up her courage, "May I ask a favour?"

Hermione paused in her steps and nodded, "Of course, anything."

"Close your eyes." Minerva smiled, nerves pulling at her but at the same time she found an old part of herself resurfacing. A part of her that hadn't spoken up for a while, spontaneity.

Hermione looked at her suspiciously, "Why?"

"Close them," Minerva instructed.

"I'm not closing them until you tell m-"

"Don't you trust me?"

"No."

Minerva smiled, "Please, close them."

Hermione followed suit with trepidation. "What are you doing?"

"I need to keep my reputation don't I?"

Hermione laughed and opened her eyes to tell her there was no chance but as she did, lips found hers and she stood still as a gentle hand cupped her face. Shock and surprise filled her body but she didn't pull away, she stayed unmoving with her heart racing. She relaxed slowly as Minerva's lips teased hers and she kissed her back tentatively, her hands finding Minerva's elbows.

Minerva's hand gently moved down Hermione's neck, drifting across her soft tanned skin and then over her dress until both of her hands landed on the younger woman's hips. "Is my reputation redeemed now, dear?" she whispered against her lips. She could hear the woman's pulse racing.

Warm breath tickled Hermione's lips and she felt herself leaning forward as she tried to process the question she had been asked.

Minerva felt a smile play at her lips as Hermione found herself at a loss for words, "I hope it was more memorable than Mr Krum's mediocre attempt at a kiss." She kissed Hermione lips again.

Hermione felt surprised and yet comfortable. She didn't feel frightened or the urge to pull away. She was happy and content in the older woman's arms and felt a smile tugging, begging to be released upon her lips as Minerva's lips moved over hers.

The Headmistress had opened up to her in recent weeks and their relationship had changed from the barely amicable to close, flirtatious even. Hermione let her tongue sneak out to meet Minerva's shyly. Perhaps she wasn't the only one whose feelings were more than what they seemed.

Hermione pulled her lips away and ghosted them over Minerva's swollen kissed ones, "If I didn't know any better I would say you were jealous, Minerva McGonagall."

Minerva looked at deep brown lust filled orbs, a small smile teasing her mouth. She was about to answer when a cacophony of laughter sounded upon their ears as students stumbled down the corridor toward them.

They tore themselves from each other and before Hermione could process what had happened, Minerva was storming towards the children, her mask back in place as she reprimanded the students.

She felt dizzy.

Confused. Not confused.

She looked over to Minerva as she tried to slow her beating heart. Did the Headmistress like her? Was this just part of the banter? Minerva had said she needed to redeem her reputation.

Hermione frowned, she was actually very confused.

She looked down at her dress and then turned towards where Minerva was still lecturing the students that had seemed to get hold of the punch too.

Approaching them she cast her thoughts and the kiss aside for the moment and resumed the roll of professor.

"Everything alright?"

Minerva nodded and looked sternly at her students. "I want you all in my office tomorrow morning. If you aren't there you can clean the toilets with Mr Filch for the rest of the school year, am I understood?!"

They all nodded.

"Back to your dormitories. Professor Granger will check on all of you in 20 minutes. Go."

They scurried off and Hermione stayed next to the Scottish witch, both watching the children until they were out of sight.

"So…"

Minerva tried to keep her smile at bay. She didn't regret kissing the younger witch. Her late wife was right. She needed to move on. Live her life. Have fun. Each day should be a challenge and not just in a bad way. Today she had chosen to do something that terrified her. Her heart was beating a thousand miles an hour and her mind was trying so hard to retreat and to crawl back into the safe corners she had hidden in for so long. But why? To waste more time? More days in which she could be happy again? What was there to be scared of?

Hermione bit her lip unsure as to what to say. She was scared and yet Minerva's eyes were welcoming.

"You didn't answer my question. Were you jealous when I told you about Victor Krum?" Hermione teased.

This time Minerva let her smile reach her lips in a mischievous kind of way. "Maybe I was… don't you have some students to check on, dear?" Minerva smiled and started walking away slowly.

Hermione smiled, did that mean? Wait…

Authors note: I hope you enjoyed! Once again I want to thank VaryMyDays for helping me!