Chapter 6 ~ Resigned
Two days had gone by and still no word. Hermione was resigned as there would be no happy ending. And from Minerva's look the other evening, it brought little comfort to know that while their feelings may be mutual; the divide between them was not truly surmountable.
No matter how much she wished it was.
Minerva had been right.
It wasn't.
Not only was their the vast difference in age, but probably in passions and Merlin knew what else; because she certainly didn't know much about the Scottish witch; she doubted many did.
Leaving Hermione to wonder who the woman truly called - friend.
Shaking her head to banish the thoughts and hopefully the woman behind them, she stepped into her kitchen; summoning the Prophet. She idly opened it while pouring milk into her coffee; eyes instantly reading the headlines upon seeing the very woman she had been thinking about.
Headmistress Saves Minister
Both Minerva and Kingsley looked worn and exhausted; lines upon both their faces showing the level of their fatigue despite their relief. Her eyes, however, remained momentarily upon Minerva; mind immediately conjuring up reasons as to why she hadn't contacted her. After Poppy's assistance the other evening; she obviously resumed her search for Kingsley and hadn't had time…
The splash onto the floor caused her eyes to jerk over and hand upward, "Shit." She muttered at her milky mess that was all over the counter and rapidly dripping onto the tile.
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A/N: Never said I played fair.