Chapter 2:
Inside Minerva and Hermione's Heads.
It was getting late, so Hermione and Minerva finished their tea and cleaned up. Minerva escorted Hermione to her rooms and they gave each other a hug and a kiss on each cheek. After saying goodnight, an exhausted and perplexed Hermione went right off to bed. Minerva on the other hand, went back to her rooms and thought about what had just transpired.
"It was so good to see her again, but why was she acting so nervous? Her hands were a shaky and her voice was trembling, and why on earth was she blushing when I complemented her. Maybe it was just my imagination, but when I accidentally brushed her hand with mine when I was reaching for the teapot, her trembling got more intense and she turned bright red!", Minerva thought to herself.
Perplexed by the thoughts racing through her mind, Minerva went into the bathroom and drew a warm bath. She delicately removed her clothes, swept her hair up into a tight bun, and gently slipped into the warm and calming bathwater. She was trying to relax; her mind was finally empty, when all of a sudden Hermione popped right back into her thoughts.
"Wow! She really did look amazing!" Minerva thought again.
"No! Stop thinking about her Min. She could have anyone she wanted and I am sure she would not want you. Then why was she blushing and acting so nervous when I accidentally touched her? More importantly, why was she acting so anxious when we were just sitting next to each other? I am sure I am just overreacting, or maybe I just love her so much that I wanted her to do those things and it was all in my imagination. Oh just forget it you old fool! There is no way that that amazing, breathtaking and caring woman would ever, ever want you!"
Minerva was in an even higher state of depression now. She drained the bathwater that was supposed to give her comfort and made her way onto the bedroom.
She threw on the first pair of pajamas she could find, they were leopard print, and crawled into bed. Sleep and dreams came almost instantaneously.
Hermione was sound asleep when all of a sudden she heard her bedroom door open. She darted for her wand on the nightstand.
"Who's there?" She whispered into the darkness.
"It's only me.", Minerva said in a soft voice.
"Is everything ok? Is something wrong?" Hermione questioned in a concerned tone.
"No everything is fine; I just needed to see you." Minerva replied.
"About what? I mean it is not that I do not enjoy spending time with you Min, because I do. It's just that it's 3:00 in the morning and I'm utterly exhausted." Hermione said.
"I just missed you is all." Minerva mumbled.
Minerva sat down on the bed next to Hermione.
"Besides, I needed to tell you something." Minerva said.
"What is it Min?" Asked Hermione.
"I don't know quite how to say this. Hermione but I cannot stand being away from you. I want to be near you all the time. I love you Hermione!" Minerva declared.
"Oh Minerva! I love you too!" Hermione screamed.
Hermione pounced on Minerva. Their bodies were entwined with one another. Their lips met and they both let out a sigh of pure bliss. Hermione kissed down Minerva's neck, to her collarbone, down through the middle of her chest, all down her stomach and then back up to her lips where she began. They lavished each other with kisses and caresses. Just as things were getting intense, Hermione heard a loud beeping noise, which sounded as if someone was blowing a whistle right in her ear.
Hermione had opened her eyes and sadly realized that it had all been a dream.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Hermione said as she screamed into her pillow, "I can't believe that was all a dream! It seemed so real, and of course I would have to wake up just when things were getting interesting!" Hermione said aloud to herself.
Glancing at the clock, Hermione noticed it was already 1:00 pm. Still groggy from sleep, Hermione staggered into the bathroom to take a shower; just feeling the hot and steamy water rolling down her back made her mind feel at peace. The warmth of the water was just what she needed to wake up and calm her jittery nerves. After her relaxing and soothing one-hour shower, Hermione dried off and decided to figure out what to wear for her dinner "date" with Minerva. She fumbled through her suitcases and clothes were flying everywhere. After 45 minutes of rummaging through all her clothes, she finally decided on a black lacey tank top, with a black blazer and blue jeans. She was relieved she had found something to wear, but was not so relieved when she saw the mess that had accumulated on her floor.
"Great, I only have 3 hours to get ready and now I have to clean up this mess!" Hermione said.
She reluctantly picked up every single article of clothing and hung them in her new closet. Now she only had 2 hours to get ready. Hermione plugged in her curling iron. While she waited for it to heat up, she put on some lip balm and painted her nails a deep shade of plum. When the iron was ready, she curled her hair into loose elegant curls. She pulled her hair back and up so that it rested on the back of her head and held it in place with a dazzling bejeweled clip. It was around 5:30 when she finished getting ready. She checked herself in the mirror one last time, made sure her hair and clothes were perfect or as near perfect as she could get. Then she made her way to McGonagall's rooms.
When she at last found herself at those giant mahogany doors, she felt absolutely nervous. She was about to turn back when she found herself knocking and the door. Before she could run away, the doors opened. Standing in the doorway was the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes on. A vision of beauty wearing a while tank top with lace trim underneath a buttoned medium blue cashmere blazer, and a pain of light blue jeans.
"Right on time Hermione." Minerva said as she smiled, "You look very nice."
"Thank-you, you look very nice as well." Hermione replied.
Both of them blushed.
"Well come in, I just set the table and supper should be ready momentarily." Minerva said.