AN: Voila, the final chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter three: The end.

The rest of the night passed quietly, and the next morning at breakfast everything looked normal. Because it was Saturday, most students spent their spare time in their common room working on some homework, playing games or just talking.

A teacher's Saturday wasn't much different. Most of them were in the staff room or in their private quarters. Of course there were exceptions, Minerva and Albus for example. They were walking through a long corridor together, heading for the Head commonroom.

When they arrived there, he knocked on the door. "Harry, Hermione? It's the Headmaster and professor McGonnagall, can we talk to you?"

Harry and Hermione were shocked. They were in Hermione's room, together, on a Saturday morning still quite early...

"Come in, I suppose you know the password anyway." Hermione yelled to the door.

Harry looked at her helplessly. "Mione, they can't come in now..."

"Of course they can Harry. If we don't let them in, they'd simply use the password. It's the Headmaster and the Deputy Headmistress were talking about you know."

"Uhm, I suppose you're right."

At that moment the two professors entered the room. They took in the sight before them, and looked at eachother. A bright smile grew on both of their faces.

"Professors... uhm..." Harry stuttered. Hermione could only stare at the ground.

"It's nothing Harry, Hermione," Dumbledore said, "I'll just say: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

At that, the four of them broke into a huge fit of laughter.

"I suppose we need to talk." Minerva said, being the first to get serious again. "What would you say we four go to Hogsmeade together this afternoon?"

Still laughing, the two teens nodded a yes.

"That's settled then. We'll meet in the Entrance Hall after lunch, at about two a clock?" she said.

"We'll be there," Hermione answered, "and thanks professors."

"We still need to talk," McGonnagall said with a grin on her face, and... was that a wink?

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Later that day, the four were sitting round a table in the Three Broomsticks. Madame Rosmerta had just brought them some butterbeers, and of course tea and hot chocolate, and Albus was about to tell them something.

"You see, two months ago, something happened to me and Minerva. Believe us or not, but we have only got together last June, now almost a year ago." He looked at his love and sighed. "Two of the most brilliant people of recent times were too blind too see they were in love. Anyway, we knew it then, and we got together. Despite our age, we have quite an active relationship, and during Easter break, we were in my bedroom uhm... well doing you know what, and Professor Snape came in. Can you imagine what that gave?"

Harry and Hermione had huge smiles on their faces by now, and Minerva's head was beat red.

"So, let me tell you, aside from you two, he's the only one who knows. I always thought I'd like to keep it like that, but since there three of you already..." with that, he put his arm round Minerva and kissed her deeply.

Harry looked at Hermione and he could see her thinking, 'Wow, they're somewhere about two hundred year's old together and they're simply snogging in public.'

He then said, "I believe you've got a point there Headmaster," and did the same with Hermione.