Authors Note: Just a drabble I made when my laptop was not working a while back. Though I share it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I don't own any money from it, all the characters belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Hermione Jean McGonagall

Hermione was looking over at Minerva McGonagall as she was trying to teach the fifth year old students. The young sixteen year old was not playing attention for once, instead she was studying her professor.

"Miss Granger," Minerva said, looking directly at her with questioning eyes.

"Yes…?" she wondered, cursing on the inside for not paying attention.

"Would you mind showing the class how this water goblet into a rabbit," Minerva said, frowning at her.

Annoyed by being put on the spot, Hermione waved her wand in a delicate manor and said, "Lapifors." The gobbled turned into a cute little white rabbit with long ears. Hermione patted it gently; glad she got a spell she actually had learned how to do.

Minerva nodded at her not showing much of anything, ordering the others to do the same.

"Hermione Jean McGonagall, H. J. McGonagall, Mrs. McGonagall," Hermione wrote out on the side of her notebook as she was sitting in the Gryffindor common room later that day doing her homework.

Just the Harry, Ron and a couple of others came in and she let her hand cover her recent writing. It just wouldn't have looked good. In fact it was very wrong what she now was feeling, considering the Minerva's age and sexual gender.

Still there was something about her that drove the young girl towards her like a moth to the flame.

"Stop it Hermione, stop it," she told herself as her two best friends came over and slumped down around her.

"Where were you, we didn't see you at lunch," said Harry.

"Had some reading to catch up on," Hermione said, thinking that he didn't wish to see the deputy headmistress more than she had to.

"You read too much, but we saved you something," said Ron, roaming around his backpack finding some apples, a sandwich and a piece of pie.

"Life saver," she said, giving him a hug.

"You're welcome," he said, beaming at her.

"We'll leave to your books as we got practice, but come with us to lunch tomorrow," said Harry, getting up.

"I will," the young witch promised, watching them leave, not sure if she would do that or not.

It was about a week after this Minerva went to Albus for advice. This was not the first time she had done so, nor would it be the last as they were the closest of friends and companions.

Only this time it was a delicate matter regarding Hermione Granger. Minerva said the entry password to his office and entered. She was one of the few that were allowed to come unannounced, although that didn't happen all that often.

She found the office vacant and called out for him. He appeared moments later saying, "Minerva, what a pleasant surprise, what brings you here?"

"I am sorry to say I am having trouble with one of my students and I do not know how to handle it," she answered with a heavy sigh.

He motioned for her to sit down, which she did, then he asked, "Who is it?"

"Hermione Granger," she answered.

"One of the trio, and what seems to be the trouble," he asked, as to his knowledge the young girl had always been one of Minerva's favorites.

"Well lately she has been absent from lunch, and she has also been missing two of my classes, I failed to see why until I found this in some corner of the classroom. I picked it up as I thought a student had dropped it and would need it back. I was right, but look at the side," she said and handed it over.

He looked at it, it was no doubt that it was the young student's handwriting for a paper, but one the side it wrote, "Hermione Jean McGonagall, H.J McGonagall, Mrs. McGonagall."

He nodded and said, "It seems like she indeed has feelings for you."

"There is no doubt about it, I have no idea on what brought this on though," said Minerva.

"At her age, anything, and you are still and attractive witch," he said and smiled at her, a little amused by the situation.

Minerva shot Albus a glare saying, "Will you please take this seriously."

"What do you want me to do then, Minerva? Have me drag in every student that has a crush on any of our staff. You know as well as I do this happens every term. I would suggest you either speak to her or ignore it, most likely it will blow over in time," he said, giving her a look that made her blush. They both knew that Minerva's obsession her sixth year was Albus. That however passed in time.

"I know that would be impossible, but I if I were to talk to her about the matter, how would I address it?" she wanted to know.

"As gently as possible," he said, giving her a look of great respect. She nodded, before leaving him, not looking forward to this conversation.

Hermione finally managed to drag herself to transfiguration and slumped down on her desk. Minerva that at this point was sitting at her desk gave her a glare, but that was about it, as her eyes seemed to be going through some papers. Hermione opened her book thinking that she most likely hadn't been missing her at all. The young girl sighed heavily turning to the right page in her book.

She wasn't paying attention to the lesson; her mind seemed to be drifting making her do everything automatically.

She was amazed by how fast the lecture went by as the students were backing their things, babbling away. She of course did the same, but slower, trying to avoid the rest. Hermione just couldn't take their happiness right now.

The young witch was just about to walk out the door when she heard Minerva say, "Miss Granger, do you have a moment?"

Hermione froze in her tracks, turning to face her saying, "I do, there isn't anything wrong is there?"

"That was what I was going to ask you. You've been absent for two classes and I haven't seen you in the great hall for lunch lately either," said Minerva.

"I've…I've been studying, I'm sorry, I won't miss any of your classes ever again," said Hermione and looked down.

Minerva well aware that she was lying said, "Sure this isn't the reason?"

She pushed the sheet towards Hermione making the young student gasp and turn completely red. She too a moment to gather herself saying, "I didn't mean for you to see that."

"I did expect as much. I know being young isn't always easy, not is being in love, but I would appreciate if you did show up in my classes. After all you are my star student," Minerva said, without revealing any form of emotion.

"I am?" Hermione's face lit up at once.

"You are, I know professors are not supposed to favorite students, but we still do. I would appreciate if this staying between us," said Minerva.

"Of course, may I ask a question?" the young girl said, her hazel eyes were now sparkling.

"You may," said Minerva, figuring she could at least grant her that, all things considered.

"Have you ever been in love with a professor?" Hermione asked boldly.

"I have. I was quite fond of Albus," she said, not feeling the need to share more.

"So you and Professor Dumbledore has been a couple since then?" Hermione dared to ask, as to her they always had seemed quite close.

"By Merlin's beard, no. Albus and I never…" Minerva stopped.

Hermione nodded as Minerva added, "Just make sure to not miss any more classes."

"I won't," Hermione promised as she got up and walked out the door.

She was about to exit when she heard the professor say, "Hermione Jean McGonagall does have a nice ring to it."

"Sorry?" Hermione said, wondering if she had heard right.

"Nothing…it was nothing," Minerva uttered, making Hermione shake her head thinking there might be hope after all. Not that she would initiate anything, because if there was one thing she didn't want it was to get on Minerva's bad side.

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