*A/N So here's that update that I promised you guys. I finally got all that gum I needed to get motivated or at least my creative juices flowing once again. I needed to edit this and add to it because I wanted everything for our two favorite girls to work out and in order to get the whole story perfect I needed to be at my very best xD Hope you like one the final chapters to this piece because I know I sure enjoyed writing and seeing the happy ending. I love to see them together. By the way I am sorry if this is a complete run on story at the moment as I wanted this chapter to be the longest and have everything need to give our girls a happy ending to that dream they had, I also did this without a beta. I'll eventually get it to her and then fix it up on here. I'm exhausted, but I want it to be perfect. The other story updates will be up eventually in the next two days. I keep taking too long when I make a set time so, but I sure as hell will try my best to have them up before Christmas of course as a present. Enjoy*
*Disclaimer* As always the characters used in the story are JK Rowling's not my own sadly. I only like to use them for my own and others guilty pleasures ;3*
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So Close, but Still Just a Little Out Of Reach
*last chapters ending:* "With each other's names being said by the others secret love. A feeling of warmth and love spread over the two. This had caused them both to fall asleep instantly, at the same exact time. Both had fallen asleep facing towards the moon that the other had been staring at. Both had dreams that night filled with the other."
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*Prolog*
The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and strangely enough it wasn't even cold out. Rather strange indeed. Not even cold out and they haven't seen nice weather since September, but since it was the ending of fall it was normally pretty cold in mid-November. It must have been the full blue moon last night, there isn't any other explanation. It was as if you could literally feel the magic in the air. The feeling in which anything could happen, in that day alone so long as someone wished it hard enough. One only had to believe.
*Hermione's POV*
I woke up to the blinding light shining down on my face. I scrunched up my eyes so they could adjust to the bright light. Last night's dream came flooding back to me. And it was like the tap was turned on, tears rushed down my cheeks. Tears dripped off into my hair, I tried to detangle myself from the sheets. Bare feet clumsily hit the floor in efforts to escape from the tangled mess. I sat at the edge of the bed. Being stuck here with "him" ugh... It made me metaphorically sick... My stomach lurched. Oh no... Scratch that it's making me physically sick, I ran straight to the bathroom with my hand clamped over my mouth. Wandlessly I charmed my hair up into a messy ponytail and quickly dropped to my knees. I just barely made it over the bowl when everything in my stomach resurfaced. I hung over the side of the toilet for what seemed like hours, but I would assume was really only a few minutes. Eventually all that was in my stomach grown less and less till I was left dry heaving. Soon there was nothing left to come up anymore. I gently pushed off the floor, careful enough not to make any sudden movements just in case. I ever so slowly walked towards the sink and let it run. I bent down slightly, just enough to splash some cold water on the back of my neck and face. I needed to rid myself of this unpleasant aftertaste. So I decided to brush my teeth. While brushing I stared off into the mirror. Pausing and just blankly staring at what I've become. Trying to figure out where it was that I went wrong. How I ended up in a loveless marriage with a cheating liar for a husband. How did I end up with someone I never loved? And now what do I do? Now I must stay for I will not leave my child without a father, like I was. I should have left when I could, before I got pregnant, when I first found out about his affairs. I should have just left him. I should have told Minerva after the battle all those years ago. I should have told her how much I loved her. I had the chance, I should have taken it. If I were to tell her now, I doubt she could love anyone like me. I don't think she could ever love me. Not with a child. Sighing I shut off the water and went to get dressed. I needed to get out of here, before I started to go insane. I grabbed a light cloak and apperated to Diagon Alley. I slumped against the wall behind me to regain my breathing. It took a lot out of me to apperated while pregnant, but felt good to get some fresh air away from the loft. And off I went to lose myself in the crowds.
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*Minerva's POV*
I walk outside the school ground with nothing more than a light cloak on as it was such a nice day today. I had to get out of the castle, away from the only place I knew as comfort, but now only felt as a stuffiness that confided me to my thoughts. I thought it was best to do the impending running around I had so often pushed off to do. So some earnings today would be good for me. I subconsciously pulled the cloak closer to my body as it wouldn't do for any of my students to see me in muggle clothes and not in my normal green teaching robes. They may thought I have gone soft. I decided this morning to walk as it was a perfect day to walk all the way to Hogsmead. I had to do a few things there then I had to be off heading for Diagon Alley to finish my list of things to do. It was far too nice out to simply use magic for such a simple task as walking when I was very much still capable to do it on my own. I ever slowly walked down the path taking in all the things this fine day had to offer. I stopped here and there when I saw a small furry creature or even just to enjoy the cool breeze that blew across the land and licked at my face. I stood still basking in the strange warmth of the day and the still quietness that lay all around me. It was as if by magic. It was the steady calmness that really didn't leave room for anything, but the feeling of peace and happiness. My mind instantly went back to the dream I had only hours ago. My mind raced with the thoughts of what could have been if only she had known. Oh how I wished that it wasn't only a dream, but part of my reality. All I wanted was to be here with her. I longed for her to be in my arms safe and sound. Happy, warm, loved. I stared off out into the distance unaware that my eyes stared to fill with tears. Completely oblivious to what was going on around me. The more I thought about the dream I had, the more I became more increasingly overcome with sadness. A single tear escaped my eye alerting me to the watershed that would be coming if I did not stop this in its tracks right now. I quickly wiped away the stray tear and shook my head. This had forced any other rebellious tears to go flying everywhere but down. I had to get myself under control what if I was to pass someone on my way down to Hogsmead. I'd have to explain as to why I was crying and I much rather not lie, but as well not have to discuss it with anyone. I need to stop pinning for a married and very pregnant woman. I clearly could never be with her. I mean honestly I have no clue what so ever from all the time I have known her to hinting she liked woman. I could save myself from many sleepless nights crying from the heart ache. I shake my head once more, but this time at my foolishness and continue on my way. There is much to do and I need to be back before dinner time. I quickly picked up the pace and walked a little faster than before into Hogsmead.
Neither woman had possibly known that the other had been thinking of their secret love. Both had left the place they normally would seek comfort in to lose themselves in the outside surrounding. They're normal solaces feeling nothing more than a smothering reminder of a dream that was well thought as a thing that could never be. For what neither of them knew was each other. Neither woman could also have guessed what the following day of the full blue moon would bring to them. Faith has a strange way of adding balance and fixing itself out.
*Minerva's POV: Half an Hour Later*
I finally got out of The Three Broomsticks having been talking to Rosemerda about not allowing the older years to give the first years spiked butterbeer. I am growing rather tired of cleaning drunken children off the floors and sending them off to their respective houses. She didn't really seem to see the harm in a few spiked butterbeers but she agreed none the less to limit the amounts a single person can purchase. I'm a little bit behind schedule more than I expected now. I pull my cloak tight up against my body and spin on the spot a low pop was heard as I apperated. I landed in the alley way behind the Leaky Cauldron. I took out my wand and tapped the bricks to allow myself entrance to the hidden shopping areas behind the wall. The bricks sprung to life and moved aside forming a perfect arch for me to pass through. The sound of stone scraping together told me that the bricks were moving back into place. I walked forward looking for all the quickest and least painful way to avoid the majority of people. I spotted a nearly empty path in which was another direct route to the shops I need to get to. One of those shops included the book store as well. I was running low reading material for those chilly nights by the fire. From the way last night's events have affected me so it would seem I'd be spending more than my fair share in front of said fire place. I hurriedly walked towards the non-crowded street, careful not to bump into any old students I may have taught at one time or another. They always seem to find her even when she was at her busiest and had absolutely no time to talk. With that thought in mind I hurriedly made my way down the near deserted street receding into my mind once again and not paying attention to where I was going. That was till I was vaguely aware that I had bumped into something rather solid and warm or more like I had walked right into someone.
*Hermione's POV*
I had spent all day out in the streets of Diagon Alley. Trying to lose myself in the crowd of unfamiliar faces, but in the end it all became too much to deal with. I realized I need to be by myself in a place that would almost certainly ensure I was never truly by myself. Even that made no sense to me, but as of lately nothing I've been thinking has really been making much to me. All the dreams I have been having, the bull full moon and that dream. All the hatred I had for the one person I thought I might learn to loved and forgive with time, my husband. It was all the lying, all the cheating, and all the affairs all that burden weighting down on me. I was distracted, lost in my own little world. I didn't even notice the person walking straight towards me, till it was too late and we collided.
Two women had literally bumped into each other while not having seen either in nearly two years, sending one of them ground and the other stumbling backwards slightly. Once the one standing regained her balance she offered the occupant of the floor her hand and a genuine smile. All previous inner turmoil's forgotten. Heart ache and pain were soon to follow out each other's mind. Now surely you would assume that they got invitations to the occasional ball and or awards ceremony, but as it would seem neither ever was ever able to see one another. Ron never let Hermione leave his side so she never really got the chance to go seek the headmistress out during an event. And Minerva for her part never really stayed long at an award ceremony. In fact she often declined if it wasn't pertinent for the headmistress to go to one. Seeing each other after so long brought instant smiles to both women's faces. Neither of them truly realized how much they missed their night time tea conversations they use to have while Hermione had still been at Hogwarts. They both decided that a lunch was in order to catch up with one another. Previous schedules completely forgotten. Their conversation moved rather smoothly. Till Minerva asked Hermione a rather personal question she was dying to know. She needed things to be put into perspective for her so she could move on so to speak. That is as much as her heart would allow.
"Are you happy with him Hermione?" Minerva asked rather blatantly. The shock must have been quite plain on Hermione's face as Minerva elaborated. "I only ask as you haven't spoken once about your marriage or the baby while as we have been talking for nearly an hour and half. I was curious. I'm sorry if I pushed over my boundaries. I didn't mean to pry."
"No, don't be silly. You just threw me by surprise with the question. No I can't say I really am happy at all. I haven't been happy for a long time and it makes me think sometime was I really ever truly happy with him. I think finding out about all the things he's done has added to the unhappiness as well. And it's all becoming too much for me." Hermione looked down and began to pick at the table. Minerva could see that this conversation path has upset the younger witch. She reached over the table and cupped the young woman's right cheek with her hand wiping away a few stray tears that had unknowingly formed. Hermione's cheeks burned pink with the contact of Minerva's hand, but her eyes stayed glued to the table.
Minerva sat there staring at her hand touching the milky soft skin of her dreams desire. She didn't know what made her do it. All she knew was she couldn't see the woman she loved hurting like that. Not now not ever. Hermione reached up and placed her hand on top of Minerva's, both still resting on her check. She slowly looked up from wet lashes. What she saw behind Minerva's bright emerald green eyes was complete and utter love and hurt. She gasped at the intensity of it all. There was so much there in her eyes and Hermione could see it plain as day. There was no hiding and no denying it. Minerva saw it all in the depths of Hermione's warm chocolate orbs. The pure love that radiated from their very soles was incredibly intense. It only lasted a few seconds really, but to the two women it seemed like an eternity lost in each other's eyes. Minerva leaned in slowly. Only no one was backing down. Their lips were inches from each other's; they could feel the others breathe dancing on their lips, when a loud thump at the bar startled them both apart. Shyly they looked away from one another cheeks burning bright red, from either embarrassment or want neither knew. Hermione glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was already 4:30 and she still hadn't made dinner for Ron and surly he'd be angry with her. Hermione jumped up as if burned. She looked fearful. Minerva got up hurriedly as well. Looking around curiously and then settling on Hermione's face once again.
"What's wrong Hermione? Was it something I said…? Or did?" Minerva asked carefully afraid of the truth.
"No, no that's not it I honestly had a wonderful time catching up with you. I loved being here with you. It's just that its four thirty and Ron is most likely home and I didn't make him dinner or clean the house at all like he wanted me to today. I was out all morning. I needed to get out. Oh Merlin he'll be absolutely furious with me when I get home." Hermione looked so frightened. It made Minerva think what Mr. Weasley was like when he was angry.
The two women are almost ready to take their leave, they say their goodbyes, but not forever though and surly not for as long as it had been for.
"Goodbye Hermione. I had a wonderful evening with you my dear. I hope to see you soon and do keep in touch. I rather miss out conversations." Minerva hugged Hermione closely taking in the smell of lavender to remember later on.
"Goodbye Minerva. I too had, had a wonder time. I only wish I could have stay… longer. And I will owl you soon I promise. We can't simply go as long as we did and not talk to each other. I have missed you too much Minerva." Hermione feeling bold kissed Minerva on the cheek as to say farewell. Pulling back from the hug, waving goodbye, she smiled when she noticed the look of shock and blush on Minerva's face. From there Hermione spun on the spot and apperated with a light popping an indication of her departure.
*Hermione's POV*
My happiness was surly short lived once I apperated to the front yard of my home. I should say living arrangements. It hasn't really ever felt like a home. I sigh bracing myself to what is awaiting me when I cross through the front door. I walk up the front steps and before I could even turn the door knob, the door opens. And standing in front of me was my husband looking rather angry.
"Where were you?" Ron asked deadpanned. "Dinner isn't even made yet, nor was any of the house chores done either. This place is still a mess." His temper was showing through giving the statement to watch out for red heads because they were hot heads rein true.
"I was out all day. I had some things to do. Then I ran into Minerva at Dia…" Hermione was cut off.
"What were you doing with McGonagall? My dinner wasn't made because you ran into that old bitch of a professor and what? Became her little young slut for the day? You screwed a shriveled up hag huh? How was it? Really tell me. Did you have to give her mouth to mouth to have her keep going or was it the catnip to help her get off? I hope her dried up lady bits didn't affect yours as you have my child to push out of ya" Ron arched an eyebrow with a cruel smirk.
"What in the…. Well at least I haven't been screwing every blonde hair chick that walks my way. Can't keep it in your pants at all huh? What brunettes not your type anymore Ronald? Don't you ever say those horrid things about her Ronald Weasley." Hermione's face grew hot with anger causing her magic literally crackling around her. She had no idea what had come over her, but from the look that her husband was giving her she would regret it, but she didn't care.
'What did you just say to me?" Ron boomed taking a step closer to her.
"I'm telling you that I'm sick of it. I'm sick of the lying, hiding, pretending I don't know what you've been doing after work. I know you get out at two forty and what you do for the two hours I have no clue, but I do know most times it includes screwing other woman. We never loved each other. So why pretend we did. I can't take another day living in a lie that was started even before this marriage, before all of this." Hermione shrieked as if it were coming from the child itself.
Ron stepped forward. "YOU ARE MY WIFE! You will not speak to me like this." He bellowed out. He stepped forward another step and raised his hand as if to get ready to strike her.
The Lioness within Hermione perceived this a great threat to the cub inside her. The true Gryffindor in Hermione seemed to be seeping out and now only motherly instincts were kicking in. It was like a mother lion protecting her cub, Hermione looked around grabbing whatever was near; she quickly chucked the objects one by one at Ron. Soon the items began to run thin, so she quickly dashed to the closet and grabbed a coat hanger so she charged with the strength only a true mother could muster. The father had become the enemy, and this mother was going to do her very best of protecting against. As Ron tried to recover from the blows, he was barely able to make it out of the way in time before his angry wife came charging towards him. Ron only just was out of the way from the waist up however it was a little too late for below the belt. Hermione, who has been keen to wearing strong boots, landed a massive blow to his lower regions. It was as if the internal glass of Ron shattered, so did all feeling to his body. Ron collapsed during his lapse of feeling clutching his male region. And just like that, his feeling was back. Oh the pain, it was like his whole body was on fire. He was certain that nothing would ever be the same down there for him. With a feeling of satisfaction, Hermione receded back. The victory belonged to the lioness and her unborn cub. She soon released her grip from the coat hanger letting it hit the floor with a loud clatter. Quickly she bound Ron to the floor so he couldn't get up and try to attack her again. Bending down to eye level for him with such a blaze set behind her eyes that it made him flinch she said with such fierceness, "I want a divorce." And with those words she got up and walked away. Picking up anything she could pack into a suit case that was hers.
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