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Chapter Twelve: Being A McGonagall

Waking early, Hermione hurried over to Harry and Ron's dorm room. Waking them both up was a difficult mission but finally after what seemed to be fifteen minutes they both woke up.

Yawning, Harry pulled on his sneakers, "Why did you wake us up so early?"

Hermione sighed, "Because we need to interview Moaning Myrtil and I am going to be too busy today."

Ron huffed, "Can I skip out on this one? I am sure you don't need my help." Without waiting for a reply, he rolled back over and pulled his blankets over his head.

Glancing at his watch, Harry held in his groan. It's hardly 6:30! Following Hermione out of his room, he asked, "So what are you going to be busy with today?"

Hermione shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know to be honest. I woke up to a letter from mum telling me that she wants to meet me at home before breakfast."

Harry sighed, "It's saturday, Hermione. What could take up your whole saturday? Are you in trouble?"

Gulping, she bit her lip, "I don't know. In the letter there was a p.s at the bottom saying not to make plans for today. . ."

Harry scrunched his face in disgust, "Oh man. . . Sounds like you're in trouble."

Groaning, she started toward the common room exit, "Let's just go talk to Myrtil. I will find out in an hour or so."

Patting her back comfortingly, he followed her to the third floor girls' lavatory. Upon entering the lavatory, they saw Myrtil perched on the ledge by the window.

Walking closer to her, Hermione called up, "Myrtil do you have time that we could ask you some questions?"

Glaring at Hermione, she snapped, "Do you have a crush on my Harry?"

Blushing, Hermione lied by shaking her head in denial.

Harry ignored the pang of disappointment that hit his heart.

Smiling, Myrtil floated down to them, "In that case, I have time to talk to you."

Hermione quickly got down to business, "The question I am going to ask you is pretty personal."

Myrtil smiled fondly at Harry and ran her hand through (literally) his hair, "Harry can ask me anything."

Hermione smirked and waved at Harry to go ahead.

Feeling uncomfortable, Harry took a step away from the flirting ghost, "It's about your death, Myrtil."

Unfazed by the odd question, Myrtil floated closer to him, "What about my death?"

"How did you die?" Harry asked her in a gentle voice.

Myrtil sighed and spun away from him dramatically, "Oh it was horrible. I was crying in the stall, over there, and I heard someone come in. I yelled out for them to go away but they didn't. I looked through the crack and I saw these big, yellow eyes and then I died."

Harry looked confused, "Do you know what it was?"

Myrtil shrugged her shoulders, "That's all I remember." Floating back over to her favorite toilet she blew Harry a kiss and dove into the toilet.

Harry shivered in disgust.

Hermione bit her lip as she thought hard on what could have killed Myrtil, "I need to go to the library."

Harry grabbed her shoulders to keep her from walking away, "You need to go to your mum, remember?" He really wanted to talk to her about his feelings toward her but he was scared she honestly did not feel the same as he does.

Watching as she walked toward the exit, Harry found his voice and hesitantly called out, "So uh when Myrtil asked if you have a crush on me. . . W-were you telling the truth?"

Hermione blushed and turned to face him, "Why do we have to talk about this now?"

Harry sighed, "If you don't just let me know, okay? I just need to know."

Hermione gulped, "We are only twelve. . ."

Biting his lip, he nodded his head, "I know."

Staring at the floor, Hermione replied, "I do have a crush on you, Harry."

Smiling in excitement his smile disappeared as he asked, "But?"

Finally she looked up at him and asked, "Can we wait a little longer before we complete anything?"

Harry smiled. He would wait as long as she needed, "Definitely."

Smiling, Hermione gave him a hug, "Thanks, Harry."

Harry hugged her back and savored the moment. When they left go Harry looked at his watch, "I'll walk you home. You're mum is probably waiting."

Hermione sighed, "I'm nervous. I can't think of anything that I did wrong."

Upon entering, Hermione saw Minerva seated on the rocking chair in the living room. Taking a deep breath, Hermione entered the room saying, "Whatever I did wrong I am sure I can explain!"

Minerva smirked at her in amusement, "Did you do something wrong?"

Hermione bit her lip as she sat on the couch, "Um, I don't know?"

Chuckling lightly, Minerva shook her head, "You are not in trouble, dear."

Immediately feeling relieved, Hermione pulled her feet up on the couch and got comfortable.

Raising her eyebrows at her daughter, Minerva said, "That doesn't mean you can put your shoes on the furniture. Remove them."

Quickly pulling off her black flats, she let them fall to the floor then tucked her feet back under her legs.

Nodding in an approving way, Minerva continued, "Now, I was wondering how you would feel about going to the Ministry of Magic and taking the McGonagall last name?"

Hermione smiled but she was unsure, "I don't want to completely get rid of Granger. Could I hyphenate my last name?"

Minerva smiled brightly, "Of course you can dear."

Excited, Hermione got up and hugged her mum.

Hugging her back, Minerva said, "We have an appointment at nine."

Letting go, Hermione went back to her seat on the couch and asked, "In the letter why did you say to not make any plans for today?"

Minerva smiled mischievously, "That's a surprise for later."

Smiling, Hermione rolled on her back and stared up at the ceiling, "Hey mum?"

Sitting down on her rocking chair, Minerva felt as if a smile was permanently stuck on her face, "Yes Hermione?"

Feeling at ease, Hermione closed her eyes and relaxed as she muttered, "I love you."

Her smile grew, "I love you too, dear."

They fell into a happy silence.

A half an hour passed before Minerva stood, "We should get going, Hermione." Grabbing a handful of floo powder, she pulled Hermione close to her in the fireplace. Throwing the powder down, Minerva held tight on her daughter, and yelled out, "Ministry of Magic. Quen Stevenson's waiting room!"

Holding on to Hermione so she wouldn't tumble out of the fireplace, Minerva stepped out in glorious fashion.

Walking over to a desk, Minerva told the man, "Please let Mrs. Stevenson know I am here."

The man behind the desk nodded his head, "Yes Professor."

Hermione looked at her in disbelief as they sat down on a comfy, brown couch, "How did he know your name?"

"He was in my year at Hogwarts. However, he was in Hufflepuff. Lovely man."

After a long hour after their original appointment, they were greeted by a female dwarf, "Good morning, Minerva and Hermione. I am very happy that you could meet me today! I bet this is an exciting day for the both of you!" Leading them over to the chairs in front of her desk. She walked around and climbed up on to the chair, "Are you ready to officially become a McGonagall, sweetie?"

Hermione smiled in excitement. Nodding her head she responded, "Yes ma'am."

Giving them both a smile that looked too big for her face, Quen turned a piece of paper around for them to see. Pointing to two separate lines, Quen looked at Hermione and said, "I need your signature here, dear." Once Hermione signed her name she pointed to the other line and said to Minerva, "Min, I need you to sign here."

Minerva signed and as she did so she felt tears of happiness appear in the eyes. Watching the paper disappear in a pop of smoke broke the barrier and a few of her held back tears made their way down her cheek. Pulling Hermione into a hug, she whispered, "I love you, Hermione Jean Granger-McGonagall, with all of my heart!"

Hermione hugged her back, "I love you too, mum."

It felt right to be called a McGonagall and it made Hermione's heart flutter.

Quen broke the happy silence by saying, "congratulations, you two."

Standing from their chairs, they shook Quen's hand in thanks and went back to the fireplace to floo home.

Once they were standing in their living room Minerva pulled her into a tight hug that lasted a few minutes. Pulling away, Minerva whispered as to not disturb their quiet happiness, "I have an outfit laid out on your bed. Go get changed into it. I have a surprise for you then."

Giving her a curious look, Hermione ran to her room. Picking the baby blue dress up she examined it. sequins glittered at the top of the dress in a clutter and a small amount of sequins cascaded down the rest of the dress. Smiling, Hermione put the dress on and spun around in a circle.

A knock on her bedroom door pulled her out of her daydreaming.

Minerva entered smiling ear to ear, "You look beautiful, sweetheart!"

Hermione's heart was so full of happiness and love she didn't know how to express it. A small tear of happiness rolled down her cheek.

Pulling her into a tight hug, Minerva kissed the top of her head. Letting her go, she pulled her over to a chair and sat her down and handed her a mirror. When she finished doing Hermione's hair she successfully tamed her curly hair and pulled the curls tighter then pinned her bangs back with a diamond butterfly hairpin.

Looking in the mirror, Hermione gasped, "Wow, that looks amazing! Thanks mum!"

"You're welcome dear." Helping her daughter stand, Minerva looked her over, "When you get a little older I will start allowing you to wear some makeup. However, I don't think you need that stuff anyway, you are absolutely gorgeous the way you are!"

Hermione smiled and threw her arms around her mum for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. She couldn't even find it in her to care that she wasn't allowed to wear makeup even though all the other girls her age wore it.

By the time they were both ready it was an hour and a half later.

Peeking around the edge of Hermione's bedroom door, Minerva asked her twirling daughter, "Are you ready to go?"

Suddenly stopping in the middle of a spin, Hermione blushed and nodded her head.

Chuckling lightly, Minerva shook her head in amusement, "Come on then."

Leading her out of the front door, they made their way to the Great Hall.

Stopping at the huge doors, Minerva turned to Hermione and gave her a reassuring smile, "Are you ready?"

Hesitantly, Hermione nodded her head. Curious about what is behind the doors, Hermione took a deep breath and watched as her mum opened the doors up.

A loud cheer echoed through the Great Hall.

Minerva pulled Hermione into her side and gave her a squeeze, "They found out you were taking the McGonagall last name today and wanted to throw a party for you."

Hermione smiled as she looked around the room. Harry, the Weasley family, and all of her professors stood, clapping and cheering for them.

Looking up at her mum, she asked, "How did you know I was going to accept the last name?"

Minerva chuckled, "How could you resist?"

This made Hermione laugh, "Good point!"

Entering the rest of the way into the Great Hall, Hermione joined the crowd around the two tables set up. On one table had a Gryffindor red and gold cake surrounded by presents. Moving over to look at the cake, Hermione forced herself not to cry as she read it. The cake said 'Welcome to the family, Hermione Jean Granger-McGonagall.'

Harry and Ron pulled her into a hug.

Hermione pulled away and gave Harry a deadly look, "Did you know about this?"

Looking guilty, he nodded his head, "Of course I did."

"Why didn't you tell me this morning when I was terrified of being in trouble?"

Harry laughed, "I enjoyed watching you squirm!"

Laughing, Hermione playfully punched him on the shoulder, "You're a jerk."

"But you love me anyway!" Harry laughed as he watched her cheeks turn slightly pink.

Suddenly she was picked up and sat on Hagrid's shoulder, "How's it feel to be a McGonagall?"

Hermione giggled as she looked down at the ground that seemed miles away, "It feels amazing."

Hagrid swung her back to the ground and patted her head, "I made ya a present!"

Hermione held back a groan as she realized what it would be, "Awe you didn't have to, Hagrid."

Hagrid shrugged, "I know how much ya love my rock cakes!"

Smiling, Hermione nodded her head, "They are. . . Amazing that's for sure!"

Hagrid smiled proudly but before he could respond Hermione was engulfed in a smothering hug by Poppy.

"Oh dearie! Congrats on officially becoming a McGonagall!" Poppy said as she pressed a kiss against Hermione's cheek, "Aunt Poppy loves you!"

Hermione was beginning to feel overwhelmed, whispering back that she loved her as well, Hermione pulled away from her and walked over to an empty area of the Great Hall to try to breathe.

Minerva came up behind her and gently put her hands on her daughter's shoulders, "Sweetie are you okay?"

Slowly, Hermione nodded her head and stayed silent.

Walking around to face her, Minerva gave her a knowing look, "Do not lie to me," she reminded her in a firm tone.

Gulping, Hermione lowered her gaze to the floor, "I'm sorry, mum. I'm just overwhelmed. I just need a few minutes to breathe and then I'll be back over."

Pulling her over to seat, Minerva sat down beside her and asked, "Happiness is overwhelming at times. Look around you, Hermione. Look at everyone that loves you! This is family."

Smiling, Hermione laid her head against Minerva's shoulder, "Do you have any other family, mum?"

Minerva shook her head even though she knew Hermione could not see her response, "No, dear, I do not. Everyone here is my family. Family is not only blood, family is what you make of it."

Hermione smiled as she looked at the smiling, laughing crowd of people she now considered family, "We have a good family, huh mum?"

Minerva smiled, "Yes we do."

They went silent for a minute and Minerva pulled a small box out of her pocket, "I want you to have this."

Hermione sat up straighter and took the box from her mum's hand, "What is it?"

Minerva stayed silent but nodded for her to open it.

Inside the box laid a silver necklace with a ruby dangling from it. On the ruby was a small engravement. Looking closer, Hermione noticed the engravement said 'Granger-McGonagall.' Tears welled up in her eyes as she clutched the necklace close to her heart, "How did you know I would want both names?" She asked through her tears of happiness.

Minerva smiled, "I wasn't going to let you drop the name Granger even if you wanted to." Taking the necklace from her, Minerva unlatched it and put it on her. Turning her back around, Minerva said, "It looks beautiful on you, dear."

Hermione was so happy she couldn't speak.

Standing from her seat, Minerva helped Hermione stand and said, "We better join the party again."

Hermione turned to go back to Ron and Harry but stopped, turned and placed a small kiss to Minerva's cheek, "I love you mum."

Minerva smiled and touched her cheek as she watched Hermione run back over to her friends.

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