Alright everyone, this is the last chapter. Tell me what you think, if you think it sucks, I will be more than happy to rewrite it. Enjoy!
Tiny pin wholes of sunlight poured into the dark room through the emerald green drapery. Much to the amusement of Hermione, it made luminous dots all over Minerva's sleeping form. Lightly tracing her finger over Minerva's back, Hermione went from dot to dot followed by a kiss. When ever the young witch's hand would slip to the sides or lower back, Minerva would unconciously squirm. Hermione moved Minerva's, now loose, raven hair to the side and settled down next to older witch with her arm wrapped around her waist. Her lips brushed against the back of Minerva's neck and were pressed firmly there as she nuzzled comfortably. She murmured an "I love you" and nuzzled against Minerva's neck once more. Minerva, who had woken up during the "accidental" tickling, smiled to herself and reached around to pull Hermione closer.
"And I love you" Minerva's voice didn't go above a whisper. Hermione grinned and began brushing petal soft kisses along Minerva's shoulder.
"Good morning my love" Hermione resumed tracing lines from dot to dot on Minerva's back. The older woman turned to face Hermione and greeted her with a bright smile. Minerva pulled Hermione closer to her and placed a tender kiss on her nose.
"Wonderful morning" Minerva corrected as she ducked back in to press her lips to Hermione's. The older witch stretched in Hermione's arms and climbed out of bed, leaving Hermione half under the covers with a smile playing at corners of her lips. Minerva reached for her dressing gown when a knock came to the door. In a panic, Minerva kicked the gowns both women had on last night under the bed, slipped on her dressing gown, rushed to her chest, pulled out another, and tossed it to Hermione. "One second..." Minerva called when Hermione began slipping on the tartan gown. The older witch managed to conjure up tea and ginger snaps on the coffee table and pulled two books from her private shelf out and sat them on the couch. Hermione sat down and cracked open one of the books as Minerva charmed her hair into a bun and opened the door. Hermione heard a great sigh of relief.
"Good morning, Albus." Minerva smiled sweetly as she ushered the older wizard into her quarters. His eyes twinkled as he entered and turned towards her.
"Good after noon, Minerva..." He smiled as her jaw dropped in shock. "And, Good after noon, Hermione." He turned towards the young witch and held out his hand and uncoiled his fingers. "I believe this belongs to you." A red and gold medal sat perfectly into his gentle hands. Hermione blushed deeply and got up to retrieve it.
"Thank you Professor Dumbledore. I must have been distracted last night." She glanced up at the older witch, who just raised an eyebrow in agreement. "I'm sorry, you probably were looking for me all over this morning." Dumbledore shook his head and smiled with his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"No, my dear. This is the first place I looked." Hermione, once again, blushed a deep shade of scarlet. Dumbledore took a step closer to the young witch, examining her dressing gown. Turning towards Minerva, his eyebrows furrowed. "That looks like the dressing gown I gave you for Christmas a few years back." A look of pure amusement crossed his face after Minerva's eyes widened. "Isn't that fascinating?" Hermione glanced up at Minerva, who was blushing furiously and desperately trying to hide a smirk. Dumbledore grinned widely and tapped the tip of his forefinger, gently, to Hermione's nose. "Take good care of her, she is one of a kind." He turned towards Minerva. "And you!" He chuckled lightly. "You just better be good." Hermione thought it impossible that Minerva could blush even deeper, but Dumbledore did it. Even her neck was turning pink. Dumbledore turned, muttering a 'good afternoon ladies' and pulling the door shut behind him. The younger witch's hands flew to her hips as she faced Minerva.
"I completely forgot he gave me that!" Hermione chuckled as Minerva ducked and hid under her arms. A muffled rumpiling was heard and Minerva peeked out from beneath her arms. Hermione stood completely nude in front of her. Once again, Minerva's eyebrow shot up as she hummed in contentment. Hermione sashed to the bed and lay atop the sheets.
"Are you just going to stand there looking like a starved child on Christmas day or are you going to enjoy the feast?" Minerva sauntered over and stood near the bed.
"Miss Granger, I do believe..." Minerva paused at the feel of the young witch tugging at the tie on the dressing gown, loosening it so it fell open. The older witch watched as Hermione's hand slipped beneath the tartan gown and moved up to caress the underside of Minerva's left breast. A smirk played at the edges of Minerva's lips as an eyebrow quirked. "What are we having then?" It was a low rumble in the base of her throat that she didn't recognize to be hers. Minerva slipped of her dressing gown and climbed into bed. Laying there, under the influence of Hermione's touch, she realized that she would never get tired of it. She would always feel that hunger that seems to never and always be satisfied. Minerva has never felt that before, and knows that she will never feel it with anyone else. Hermione is the one she'll love forever.
It has been a month since the began their... they didn't know what to call it. It was much more than a relationship, much more than companionship, Hermione knew. It's been a week since graduation and the older witch became slightly depressed, thinking Hermione wanted to explore the world and meet new people. Hermione tried to many times to ease Minerva's mind. She's been working up the courage to ask for Minerva's hand, but hasn't had any luck with her conscience convincing her that the older witch will agree. Minerva sat on the couch near her private study, re-reading a favorite book of hers for the tenth time and being watched by the younger witch. Her eyes barely fluttered as she memorized every movement and sigh, and when Minerva wet her finger and flicked the page, hints of a smirk became evident on the young witch's face. Hermione stood and knelt down near Minerva.
"I love you." The older witch looked up from the ancient book with softened eyes.
"I love you." Hermione reached up and caressed the older woman's cheek.
"Marry me?" Minerva looked utterly bewildered.
"What?" Her voice was just above a whisper.
"Be my wife?" Hermione was bitting her bottom lip nervously.
"Are you sure you want this?" The older witch still looked astonished.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life, not even school work. I have no doubts." Minerva began to smile as did Hermione. "Will you be my wife?"
"No doubts?" Hermione shook her head. "Then, yes, I will be your wife." Hermione caught Minerva up in a hug and kissed her sweetly, and it would be that way for the rest of their lives.