Don't be mad, but this is the end of this fic. I think I tied things up nicely, but still left you hanging with enough things to make you say "Awww man, I want more!" lol Hope you like!

"This is bloody ridiculous!" Hermione said finally, ending the silence between the pair. "There is no reason for us to feel awkward in each others' presence."

"Easy for you to say," Minerva mumbled, thinking of their cousin wands, and the feelings she wished she was not feeling.

"It's quite simple, Minerva," Hermione said, crossing her arms. "I've all but said it already, but since you refuse to acknowledge my hints, I'll just say it. I fancy you, Minerva. There, said it. And until you tell me how you feel about that, I refuse to give into insecurity and run away. I wasn't planning on having this conversation with you, ever, despite how I feel about you; because I never in a million years did I think anything could come of it."

"Well what changed your mind?" Minerva snapped. Oh, she did not want to be having this conversation.

Hermione held up her new wand and scoffed. "As if you don't already know."

Minerva gulped. So Hermione did know about the significance of cousin wands. "Right, that."

Hermione sighed. "Look, I already know we're compatible, and I already know that we both enjoy the company of other women. I am very attracted to you, so the only things I want to know are if you are attracted to me, and if you are willing to give a romantic relationship with me a shot."

Minerva tilted her head. "I don't remember you being this…forward, or…feisty, before you left last year."

Hermione chuckled. "You've never pissed me off before."

"You're upset with me?" Minerva inquired.

The younger woman paused for a moment, and then sighed. "No, not really. Frustrated, perhaps, but you could fix that fairly easily."

"Oh, how would I manage that?" Minerva asked boldly.

Hermione slowly walked toward Minerva, one step at a time. When she was close enough, she pushed the older woman harshly against the nearest wall, and pressed her body up against her. "Fuck me," she whispered into the older woman's ear.

Oh yea. Minerva felt her insides burning with desire. She absolutely loved dominate lovers. All day long, Professor Minerva McGonagall was strong and relentless, but at night, in the privacy of a dimly lit bedchamber, Minerva wanted to feel totally out of control. A bit bipolar of her, if she asked herself, but whatever.

"I think you want me," Hermione hissed into the older woman's ear. "I think you have for a while."

Minerva moaned softly as Hermione bit down on her neck. "Yes," she panted.

Hermione snaked her hand under Minerva's robes, and shortly after, Minerva felt her under garments being slowly pulled away. Her core thumped with desire, begging to be addressed. Hermione's hand slowly, gently, started rubbing the older woman's clit. "Does that feel good?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, yes," Minerva gasped, squirming against the weight of Hermione's body, still pressing her to the wall. "Please!"

"Please what?"

"Fuck me," Minerva begged. "Need you."

"Kiss me," Hermione demanded, poising her fingers on the edge of Minerva's entrance.

It was only then that Minerva even realized that in all the fuss, they had still not kissed for the first time. She tilted her head forward, and grabbed Hermione's head, pulling them together, quickly.

The world exploded in that moment. The moment tongues began to battle, Hermione gave one hard thrust of her hand, and Minerva came. The tension around her fingers was enough to drive Hermione over the edge as well. She had been waiting, dreaming of this moment for years.

The couple nearly fell to the ground together. "Bedroom?" Minerva suggested, tilting her head toward a nearby door.

"Definitely," Hermione agreed.

Minerva smacked Hermione's ass before walking quickly toward the adjoining room. "Come and get me."

"I love you," Hermione said, awe in her voice.

Minerva smirked. "I think I've figured that out."

Hermione grinned and hurried after the great, undefeated, unshakable, and beautiful Minerva McGonagall. "Mine," she whispered.

No one saw hide nor hair of Hermione or Minerva for the rest of the day, though Minerva suspected that Filius knew something was going on, as he had not come looking for them. In fact, she wouldn't be surprised in the least if he had come up to the office to see if they were back, and after hearing what Minerva was sure would have been a tremendous racket, he had turned around and left. Filius was a good friend, and quite observant and perceptive.

Of all the staff, he had been the least surprised when Harry had told them about Voldemort having Horcruxes, when they'd all demanded to know how he'd been dead one moment, and quite alive the next. It was as if he'd already guessed that was the case.

When the pair finally returned to the Great Hall the following morning, they were immediately ganged up on by an unlikely group. Filius, Poppy, and Ollivander were joined by Harry and Ron.

"So," Poppy said first, "Cousin wands, huh?"

"Did you two finally…eh hem…?" Filius smiled.

"About bloody time, I'd say," Ron added.

"It was kind of obvious you guys were pining after each other," Harry shrugged.

"I swear," Ollivander promised. "I said nothing."

Minerva bristled. "If that is that case, Mr. Ollivander, how is at that Poppy knows about the cousin wands?"

Ollivander held his hands up in defeat. "Got me, Minerva. In my defense, Poppy already knew that your magical cores were compatible. When Mr. Potter told her that you two had gone to see me about new wands, she Owled to inquire if you'd ended up with cousin wands…I couldn't lie."

Hermione's response was rather…Gryffindor. "Harry! Ronald! How the bloody hell did you find out I had feelings for her?"

"Ginny," the boys said simultaneously.

"Though honestly Hermione," Ron said, "once she dropped the hint, it was pretty obvious."

Harry nodded in agreement. "I'm not thick enough to have actually thought you were crying over Ron leaving while we were on the run, either."

"I'm going to hex that girl," Hermione said through gritted teeth.

Minerva's hand gently touched the younger woman's cheek. "Well at least we didn't have to tell them."

Hermione smiled at Minerva's touch. "I suppose that's true."

"I knew it!" Ron whooped.

"Shut it, Ronald." Hermione grinned.

Seven Years Later:

"Minerva!" Hermione called. "Call the boys, we need to get going!"

"Timothy, Titus, let's move!" Minerva's voice rang out. "For Merlin's sake Tim, straighten out your tie. You want to look sharp for your Uncle Harry's wedding, don't you?"

"Yes, mother," Hermione heard her older son's disdainful reply.

"Do I look sharp?" the younger boy, Titus' voice piped in.

"Yes you do, love, now let's move," Minerva replied gently.

Moments later, Minerva, Timothy, and Titus all walked out into the kitchen, where they would take the Floo to the Burrow, for Harry and Ginny's wedding. Hermione and Minerva had eloped a mere three months after that fateful tumble into a hole, right after the Battle of Hogwarts. Timothy had been conceived on their wedding night, and Titus a little more than a year after the birth of his brother. The six year old and five year old both displayed a level of intelligence that left no doubt that they were Hermione's, and the high Scottish cheekbones that indicated that they were indeed of McGonagall stock.

Minerva had indeed become Headmistress of Hogwarts, and Hermione, after realizing that launching a career was not the best idea after so soon becoming pregnant with Timothy, had chosen to just spend her spare time working on her Transfiguration Mastery. She figured that once the boys of Hogwarts age, she'd become a teacher. A lot of parents would not want to teach at a school their children attended, but Hermione figured that the boys already accepted that their mother was the Headmistress, so it wouldn't be a big deal for them to accept their mum as a Professor.

Hermione would me standing for Ginny today, much as Ron would be standing for Harry. The friendship the three had had made it through thick and thin, though even as adults they still had spats now and them.

One such spat had involved Ron getting involved with Hermione's younger, muggle sister, Heather. Hermione may have not been upset about the pair as a principle, but as they had not admitted to the relationship until Ron had 'knocked Heather up' three years ago. Much to Molly's dismay, the couple still were not married. They had shared custody of their now two year old daughter, Eva, but had split up not long after the little girl had been born. As Eva was already showing signs of magic, Hermione did hope that Ron and Heather would get back together. If Eva was a witch, it would be best if she was around the magical world, and Heather would not be welcomed into the magical world, as a muggle, unless she was married to a wizard.

As for Minerva and Hermione, both had never been happier. Minerva had even recently started to hint at an interest in having another child. Hermione was not so thick as to not get the hint when Minerva said things like "wouldn't it be nice if the boys had a sister?". Hermione was not apposed to the idea; however she didn't want to put off a career forever. More children meant more time she'd need to wait before getting on with her career.

Perhaps, Hermione thought smugly, Minerva can retire and take care of the kids, and I'll work full time. See how many more kids she wants if that were the case…

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