I'm not crazy about you
Minerva was lying awake in her bed next to Filius still asleep. She was thinking about her former husband. When she was first involved with Albus they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Of course it had slowed down with the years – they even kept separate rooms during Umbrige presence in the castle – but it always had been passionate. Filius moved next to her. Despite the fact that she had been engaged to Filius for over three weeks they hadn't even kissed each other on the cheek yet. They were sharing a bed but neither of them had crossed the middle line. She never had put her head on his torso like she occasionally did with Albus neither had he spooned against her like Albus did sometimes. Of course he was a great deal smaller but that wasn't the point. She rolled over to look at her husband to be. Could she be happy with him? Probably. He wasn't young any more, but nor was she. He looked so different, but their characters were a lot alike. He was in Ravenclaw, but she had a son in Slytherin. It wouldn't be the same as it was with Albus. But did she want the same? Could she bear for Filius to braid her hair once she washed it? Could she bear for him to caress discretely her thigh under the staff table? Could she bear for him to try to upset her while playing chess? Could she even bear to play chess with him? Could she bear to pick up Filius's socks in the bathroom? Could she bear the white hair beside her own on her brush? Could she bear to hear his comments on her professional mail? Could she accept for his fingers to be in the same places as Albus's? Could she bear for his mouth to follows the same path as Albus's? No, she wouldn't be able to bear it. She sighed. He opened his eyes and looked at her:
-You know, I'm not crazy about you.. I just love you.
She smiled.
-That will be enough.
She kissed him.
