Chapter 16 ~ Mistakes
"I spoke with him before I came here." She breathed out, a pensive expression passing over her face as she recalled her words, "And told him…about the evening, my ever present feelings, how I had planned on breaking off our engagement and the letter you had sent, and Molly had intercepted." Her eyes tearing up, "And that I was coming to see you."
"What else did he say?" Minerva gently prodded, arms encircling her lover.
"He was in shock," Hermione laid back into her lover's embrace, "So not much."
"But as you didn't return home last evening," Minerva inadvertently tightened her arms, "He knows."
"Yes." Hermione whispered feeling tears burn against her eyes; "I'm sure he does."
"And yet he didn't follow." Minerva's lips kissed along her neck. "Or try to stop you."
"I doubt he'd have been able to; although…I've made a mess of everything." Hermione admitted, wishing that last night had happened over twenty years ago; and that the consequences from their passionate evening weren't as far reaching.
"As have I." Minerva murmured against her skin. "But dwelling on it does little to correct mistakes."
Hermione turned her head, causing a tear to strike Minerva's shoulder. "Is that how you feel, that this was a mistake?"
"Not telling you in person was a mistake. Ignoring my feelings for you was a mistake. Letting you in last night was a mistake." Minerva didn't let go of Hermione as she finished, "However, making love to you last night, was many things Hermione; none of which were a mistake."
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A/N: Don't be too gleeful, the imp isn't quite done playing.