Chapter 7 ~ Hopes Dashed

Minerva drew her robe about her, feeling utterly foolish as she stepped to the window's ledge in her room. Eyes casting upon the immaculate grounds that were beginning to show the first signs of fall; the tips of the great deciduous trees becoming golden, orange and even a smattering of fiery red; the brisk air streaming from the north signifying that winter would soon follow and the soothing visage offered little comfort to her own soul.

She hadn't known what she had been hoping for, however, a lonely room and silence had definitely not been it.

She had sent the letter only hours after Hermione had left and once she had awakened again. A letter she hadn't believed herself capable of writing and now wishing she hadn't. She had spoken from the heart; and had hoped it to be answered by the time she returned after her next foray in helping to find Kingsley.

However, hopes do not equate reality.

There had been no note. No surprise visit upon her return. Nothing to suggest anything other than…a truth she had not wanted to believe; but a truth that none the less.

The attraction between them, was merely that; an attraction. It lacked substance and meaning. She had been wrong to believe it meant anything more to her. Should have discounted her thoughts and perceptions from the night Hermione had visited; she had been in pain, partially drunk and in no state to use what she believed to be for what obviously wasn't.

Her lips curled into a frown as she recalled Hermione's eyes locking with hers; the chill running down her spine at the emotion and dare she have believed love – and the whispered words that graced her ears. Words so soft it had seemed to be upon the very air; only her animagus senses had picked up the faint noise; but she could have sworn she had heard it. Had bet her heart on it two evenings ago – 'I love you. Always have.'

How could I have been so wrong? Minerva thought feeling the first of many tears falling off her lashes and wetting her face; thankful that she had discovered the root of Hermione's true feelings before the young woman had stolen any more of her heart.

xoxo

A/N: Bet you are wondering where the letter has gone. As always, hope you enjoyed.