Chapter 13
Hermione had remained silent after she had downed the clear contents of the vial Madam Pomfrey had handed to her, not a word spoken as she walked through the entry hall and out onto the grounds next to her head of house.
"She hates me", Hermione thought, not even able to look at the other woman, just blindly and silently walking towards whatever her fate would be. Ever since she had come down from her high, Hermione was sinking like a stone thrown into the black lake.
Minerva cast one final look around and, satisfied that they were out of sight, slipped her hand into Hermione's. "You're not in trouble", she said with a small smile, and Hermione's head jerked up. "I'm- I'm so sorry professor", she said, blushing in a shade that was quite lovely to behold. "I understand that you have been poisoned, and all actions are not your own." Minerva gave Hermione's hand a re-assuring squeeze, and the girl returned it gratefully.
Wait.
What?
"Professor, what... uhm, why..."
Hermione had meant to ask why they were holding hands, but somehow couldn't get herself to utter the question. The answer came anyway.
"I like you, too." "You do?" "I do."
Minerva watched Hermione's face closely for a reaction and subsequently saw it lit up by a smile that put the early sunset to shame. "Of course we have to wait until your education is finished, even though you are of age", Minerva said, and the smile fell a little. "But after that... and just for today... I'm all yours."