I don't own Harry Potter J.K. Rowling does.

Hermione Granger lay in her bed, with her head under the covers ignoring the stifling heat as unbridled tears streamed down her cheeks. She had had yet another fight with her step-father about the house work. Never mind the fact that every meal that was cooked she prepared. Every dish that was washed was done by her.

Loneliness encased her heart and she clenched her teeth together to keep from screaming the name of the person she needed most. The one person whose comfort she craved. The one person she knew couldn't hear her scream, Minerva McGonagall.

Her best friend and the woman she loved.

The woman she knew would never love her back.

Hermione had boldly confessed her love for Minerva nearly two months ago and within that time Minerva had grown increasingly distant.

Even after Minerva's promise that they would always remain friends.

Hermione didn't know what her future held but she hoped that Minerva would be a part of it.