Sorry for the wait I have had a major brainstorm of an idea, but it's takes a lot of background knowledge and information to make it right. Good thing I want to be a History Major. Here the chapter, I'm still sore from band camp .

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

A week after the trio moved into their Professors quarters they began to get into a normal routine. After they finished classes for the day they would either go to the library, they still hadn't figured out who Nicholas Flamel was, visiting Hagrid, or in Harry's case Quidditch practice. Then after dinner they would head to Minerva quarters and either do homework, or play a couple games, normally chess. Professor McGonagall normally sat in there at nights with them, grading papers, and to Ron and Harry's great need, homework help. Though Ron was still uncomfortable when she came up behind him and scared him, he was the only one. Harry and Hermione had firmly embraced their current situation, and seeing how the Gryffindor dorms were still full of smoke, it looked like they were going to be in this situation for a while.

"Hermione are you done with your Potions homework?" Ron asked

"Yes."

"May I see it?"

"No."

"Why not?" He whined.

"You ask this every day Ron, the answer is still the same." He sighed and pulled his potions book closer. They were sitting around the table in front of the blaring fire.

"Wait how'd you finish the Potions homework already Snape just assigned it this morning." Harry asked looking up from his potions book.

"Remember how you guys went to the Quidditch pitch before dinner." Realization dawned on their faces.

"Oh yeah." Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to her Transfiguration essay.

"You know I'm amazed you guys aren't pushing the potions homework to the last minutes like normal."

"Well we're growing up." Ron said trying to look responsible.

"I think you just want McGonagall's help on the other homework." Ron glared at her.

"If you knew why'd you ask?" She shrugged. Professor McGonagall walked in and settled in her chair next to the table.

"Hi." They said as she walked in.

"Hi kids." She pulled out essays from her bag to grade. "Doing homework?"

"Yes." The boys chorused right when Hermione said "Done."

"How are you done already?" Ron said staring at her.

"Because I do my work when we get it Ronald." She said sternly. Minerva reached down and pulled Hermione's essay from her before the girl could pack it away.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"Saving myself some time next week. If you two are done with yours I'll grade yours as well." Harry reached for his bag but Ron started writing furiously. Minerva pretended not to notice and took Harry's from him. She read over both of their essays, graded them, and put them in a pile next to her chair. Hermione was staring at her for about 5 minutes after she did that.

"Can we get our essays back?" She asked a little timidly. Harry looked up at this as well. Minerva gave them both a smile.

"I said I'd grade it. I never said I would give it back." Hermione looked gobsmacked.

"That's not fair." Hermione whined.

"I never said I would give it back Hermione." Ron was laughing now. He couldn't believe McGonagall had a funny side. Hermione glared and curled up on the couch with her book. Minerva looked slightly put out that Hermione decided to ignore her, but decided to just finish grading papers for now. Harry pushed his potions homework away and pulled out his last chocolate frog from Christmas.

"I hate potions."

"Me too." Ron agreed. "Snape's a git, worst teacher ever."

"While I'm glad, I'm not the worst teacher ever, Ron, please refrain from slandering other teachers in front of me." Minerva said looking at the red head over her glasses. His ears got red, he had briefly forgotten that Minerva was a teacher. Hermione giggled at their looks of horror which just caused Ron to glare at her.

"What card did you get Harry?" Ron asked as Harry bit the head off the frog.

"Dumbledore again." He just put it on the table next to his books.

"Ready for the game tomorrow Harry?" Minerva asked him without looking up from her papers. The trio shared a glance. Ever since Wood had told him that Snape was refereeing the game Harry had been tense and worried about the game. Hermione and Ron shared a look. They had been practicing the leg locker curse Malfoy had used on Neville a couple weeks ago.

"I'm a little nervous but Woods been grilling us good, so I think we got it." Harry told her nervously.

"Good if we can beat Hufflepuff than our chance of winning the cup is solid." She said with a glint in her eye.

"Do you like Quidditch Professor?" Ron asked, trying to do anything but his homework.

"I was on the Hogwarts team when I was a student, and trust me I would love to see Slytherin lose the cup this year."

"Yeah!" The boys cheered.

"Do you lot want some hot chocolate?" Minerva asked standing up a few minutes later.

"Yeah!" "Please" They chorused. As she left Harry looked back at the chocolate frog card.

"I found him! I found Flamel!"

"What?" Hermione asked slipping off the couch to look over Harry's shoulder.

"I told you I'd read the name before see it says it right here, and his work on Alchemy with his partner Nicholas Flamel!" He beamed. Realization dawned on Hermione's face.

"I checked a book out ages ago, I think it might mention him. I'll get it…" She started towards their bedroom when Harry stopped her.

"Wait till later McGonagall can't find out." He whispered, and they nodded quickly. Hermione let her eyes wander over to the stack of McGonagall's graded essays. Harry noticed where she was looked and had to laugh.

"Hermione." She wheeled around to glare at him.

"I'm sorry but it's not fair."

"You peek and McGonagall will kill you." Ron said. Hermione heard the door creak and she hopped back onto the couch quickly to the boys amusement. Professor McGonagall came in with a tray with four cups on it. Hermione had her face buried in her book to their amusement.

"Hopefully it won't be snowing like this tomorrow for the game." Minerva said looking out the window. It had started coming down during dinner. She handed them all a cup.

"Thank you" They said together. Hermione accepted the drink and went back to her book. The boys held in their laughter. All week Hermione had been none stop talking. 'when are we learning a new spell?' 'what's the movement for this spell?' 'how can you become an animagus?'. Needless to say McGonagall didn't didn't know how to deal with quiet Hermione. The boys finished their potions homework and decided to play chess to pass the time. It was dead silent in the room except of the boys commanding their players, Harry was playing with McGonagall's set and they didn't like him. Hermione put her book down to watch them play, after she slipped on her sweater the room seemed to be getting colder not warmer.

"Yes I won!" Ron shouted gleefully. Harry just sighed, he wasn't that good at chess. "Want to play again?" Ron asked Harry who quickly shook his head no.

"And get creamed again. No thanks." He went to sit next to Hermione on the couch.

"I'll play you Ron." Minerva said with a smile.

"Okay." He said eagerly thinking about the bragging rights he'd have if he beat McGonagall. After 10 minutes though McGonagall had trumped Ron to his amazement.

"I've never lost to anyone!" Ron cried.

"I've been playing for many years Mr. Weasley if you managed to beat me I'd be amazed." She told him. "How ever I'll make a little wager with you." He leaned forward eagerly. "If you can beat me at chess I will buy you your own chess set." The entire trio looked surprised.

"Really?" Ron asked eyeing his brother's old set. Minerva nodded. She had a feeling Ron didn't get much to call his own and if she got a couple of good games out of it, even better. Albus had proved to be a poor player recently.

"Awesome!" Ron grinned.

"Alright I think it's time for bed. Go on then." Minerva said. They groaned.

"But it's only 11 on a Friday."

"Yes but someone has a Quidditch game tomorrow at 11 so go on." She told them. They headed into their room and changed into their pajamas. After the boys had changed Hermione pulled out a thick book from her trunk and plopped it on Harry's bed in the middle.

"Look here this was what I was talking about. Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the sorcerer's stone."

"What?"

"The sorcerer's stone produces the elixir of life, which renders the drinker immortal."

"What?" Ron said.

"It means you never die." She said smartly.

"I know what it means." He said hotly, Hermione ignored him.

"It also turns any metal into gold, and it says here last year Mr. Flamel celebrated his 622 birthday."

"No wonder we couldn't find him in recent notable wizards."

"You know what this means don't you?" Hermione said.

"That's what's on the three floor, that's what Fluffy's hiding. The Sorcerer's Stone." Harry said. The knock on the door startled them and Hermione quickly slid the book under her bed. Minerva stuck her head in.

"Bed time now." She said walking in. Hermione and Ron climbed off Harry's bed and into their own. Minerva pulled the curtain separating Hermione from the boys shut. "Good night."

"Good night." They said and she waved her wand and all the candles went out.

"What should we do now?" Hermione whispered pulling the curtain back.

"We'll go see Hagrid tomorrow, after the game and see if we can get anymore out of him." Harry whispered back. "Night guys."

"Night." Ron mumbled.

"Sleep tight." Hermione continued "Don't let the bed bugs bite." She said sleepily. Ron bolted.

"What are bed bugs!" He yelled.

"Nothing Ron it's just a saying." She said sleepily. She certainly wasn't going to tell him there was such a thing as bed bugs. A few minutes later after they had fallen asleep Minerva poked her head in. She pulled Ron's blanket up and took Harry's glasses off his head; he had fallen asleep with them on. She would never admit it to the other teachers most of whom hated having the students in their quarters, but she liked taking care of the trio. She had never been able to have children and she liked the feeling of taking care of her students. She headed to Hermione bed next and saw the light coming from under the covers. She went and put her hand on the girls back causing her to jump. Hermione stuck her head out from under the blanket.

"Hello."

"Hello." Minerva responded with slight smile. The girl was to much like her. "Lights out Hermione."

"Can I finish this chapter please?" Hermione asked.

"How long is the chapter?" Minerva heard Hermione mumble something that sounded like 20 pages. "Nope sorry sweetie." Hermione was shocked at the form of endearment but pretended not to notice. "Bed." Minerva took the book and set it on the table beside the bed. Hermione put her wand on top of it and turned and laid on her back. Minerva slipped a piece of parchment into Hermione's hand but when the girl looked at her she just smiled. "Good night." And walked out of the room but lingered at the door. She heard Hermione do a quiet squeal and walked on to her bed room.

Sorry this took so long. I'm trying to keep up with three stories and a possible new one. So bare with me please and thank you. And please review.