Hey all! Now, I wasn't going to turn this into a multi-chap for a while (because you all know my muse works in mysterious ways) but after getting so many PMs and reviews begging me to continue… how could I not? But anyways, I hope you all enjoy this, because I know I did! Thanks for all your love and support! Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Hermione and Severus had decided they would meet up in the Entrance Hall around noon, so that gave them each plenty of time to do whatever it is they needed too.

Hermione quickly made her way to the Headmistresses office, eager to tell Minerva what had happened yesterday.

At first, Hermione was uncomfortable calling her old professor by her first name, but as the months went by, it became easier and easier. Hermione and Minerva were now inseparable. In fact, it was Minerva who pointed out to Hermione that she did have feelings for Severus.

Hermione was in denial, not wanting to admit it out loud to anyone, not even herself. She was convinced it was so wrong, but Minerva helped change that mindset.

"Minerva, that man is just bloody infuriating! I'm so nice to him, all the time, constantly going out of my way to make conversation with him, and for what? To just be ignored!" Hermione ranted, pacing back and forth in the Minerva's office. Once more, Severus had managed to get under her skin.

"Hermione," Minerva asked calmly, a small twinkle in her eye. "Why is it that you care so much?"

"Because!" She huffed, crossing the arms. "He had just got his life back, and he hasn't changed one bit! He's finally free, but continues to be a bastard. I just don't know why he wouldn't…." she let out a groan. "He has a second chance at life, and he's wasting it."

"Well, that's your opinion Hermione, but to him, maybe he isn't wasting his time." The older woman suggested softly.

Hermione remained quiet, still going over the events in her head.

Minerva took this as an opportunity. "Why do you care about him, so specifically? I know you respect the man Hermione, but you're trying so hard to be a part of his life."

Hermione opened her mouth to retort, but quickly shut it. A small blush crept upon her cheeks. "Because I think he needs a friend." She said after a moment.

Minerva arched her eyebrow. "Just a friend?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Fine, I bloody like him! I fancy Severus, but no matter how hard I try, he just ignores me! Minerva, I don't know what else to do." Hermione collapsed in the chair, huffing.

Minerva beamed. "Oh wonderful! I think you two would make a brilliant match."

Hermione sent Minerva a look. "Really? You think that?"

Minerva nodded. "You're both so smart, you've both suffered so much because of a War, your knack for Potions rivals his… the list goes on and on Hermione."

"Well, that's nice and all, but there's a problem. He doesn't like me! Getting him to talk to me is like yanking his teeth out! I'm at my wit's end Minerva, and I don't know what else to do."

Minerva sent her a look of sympathy. "Just keep trying with him. Hermione dear, you have to understand.. Severus is an introvert to the extreme. I've known him for years, and we still barely talk. He's had a hard life, and he likes to keep to himself because of that. Because in his eyes, if he doesn't let anyone in, he can't get hurt. He's a very emotionally unstable person, who is still reeling from his past."

Hermione was silent for a moment, taking in what Minerva had just said. "So I should just be patient with him, and continue to be friendly?"

She nodded. "I think that would be best. He may not be ready for love, or even friendship, so you'll just have to be patient."

Hermione stopped in front of the gargoyle. "Quidditch," she said, and the statue leapt aside. Hermione rushed up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

She burst into the office, giving Minerva a fright. Hermione grinned, waiting for the older woman to catch her breath.

"Hermione, what's the rush?" She asked, taking another deep breath. "You know at my age it's possible for me to have a heart attack."

Hermione rolled her eyes, still smiling. "You're not that old Minnie, besides, I have some awesome news!"

Minerva arched her eyebrow at this. "Well, sit down dear and tell me."

Hermione clapped her hands together, brimming with excitement. "I've told Severus I fancied him!"

A smile spread out across the older woman's face. "And?"

"He kissed me! Minerva, he feels the same way!" Hermione said excitedly.

"Wonderful." Minerva said. "It's about time the two of you came clean."

Hermione smiled, and then realized what Minerva was saying. "The two of us… you mean… Minerva!" Hermione exclaimed. "You knew he liked me this whole entire time!"

Minerva smiled mischievously, "Of course I did."

"Why didn't you tell me! You could have saved me all those worries." Hermione grumbled, crossing her arms.

Minerva stood, crossing the room. "Because I don't meddle, unlike some previous headmasters."

"I don't know what you're talking about Minnie," a portrait spoke up.

Hermione turned and saw Professor Dumbledore smiling down at them, that familiar twinkle in his eye.

Minerva huffed affectionately. "Sure Albus, whatever you say."

"Really!" He exclaimed. "Some people just need a little push in the right direction, that's all. Just a little helping hand.. No plotting or scheming involved." He sent a wink towards Hermione.

Hermione stood, straightening her robes. "Well, the two of us are going to Hogsmeade later today," she said.

"On a date? My, Severus does care about you indeed!" Minerva said.

Hermione nodded, the butterflies returning. "Well, I need to get ready and such, but I just wanted to be the first one to tell you Minerva."

Minerva smiled. "I'm happy for you dear, now run along! Have fun today." She watched as Hermione disappeared out the door.

The older woman cared for Hermione in a special way. Hermione was like her adoptive daughter, and she was genuinely happy the two of them finally admitting their feelings to each other.

"Young love," Albus said wistfully.

Minerva turned to face him. "Now Albus, they aren't that young."

Albus shook his head sadly. "No, they aren't. But still, I am happy that Severus has finally found a shred of happiness in his dark life."

Minerva nodded. "I am as well. The two of well suited for each other."

It was quiet for a moment, and Minerva was curious why Albus didn't respond. Turning towards the portrait, she saw he had fallen asleep. With a soft chuckle, she returned to her paperwork.