Chapter Five-
Decisions- and this is a short chapter!
Hermione and Minerva sat down for breakfast in the kitchen. Hermione struck up the conversation.
'Minerva, um, oh, that does not sound right. Could I call you something else?' Minerva chuckled but nodded.
'Min, Nerva, Catti, tabby…' The older witch continues to laugh.
'We'll talk later. But now I'd like to get to know you better Hermione.' Hermione looked at her in a confused manner but decided quickly that it would be fine.
'What would you like to know?' She answered back quickly.
'Anything. Everything. What colors do you like? What's your favorite class? Things like that.' Minerva asked.
'Well, my favorite color is red. My favorite class is Transfigurations. But, what do you really want to know?'
'Oh, I guess now isn't a bad time. I was going to ask you if you would consider, consider- oh I'm supposed to be a Gryffindor-, to live here- just for the summers or things like that.'
'Really? You would do that for me? Let me live with you?' Hermione asked.
Minerva nodded in consent. 'Yes Hermione. I was thinking of… oh I don't want to say this too soon. It might not be…' She stopped, searching for words.
'Please continue. I'd love to live with you.'
'Adoption.' The witch said uncertainly.
'Adoption?' The younger spoke softly.
'Yes'
'When?' Minerva laughed. 'You really want to be adopted by me? I would have thought Molly would have been your first choice.' Hermione shook her head.
'No. Mrs. Weasley is kind and caring but Ron is my friend. And I'd like you better for a mum.'
'Mum. I've never been called that before. When I was growing up, I spoke only Gaelic. The word mother is mathair.' Minerva said dreamily.
'You're not a mother?'
'No, No. I never could conceive. Albus and I think our students as our children.'
'You and Professor Dumbledore? Oh, yeah, that's right.' The Deputy Headmistress laughed.
'I can't wait mathair.' Hermione said. 'And that fits.'
