A collection of short Harry Potter head-canons.

1: Ron&Hermione meet with McGonagall.

Hours after the Battle Of Hogwarts, the togetherness of the unified Hogwartians still showed even after the battle had ended. Students and staff alike were rushing around offering to clean the rubble of the demolished walls of the castle, or to help the wounded as best as they could, ignoring their own tiredness. 

Hermione scanned the great hall with as much scrutiny as she would do if she were checking Ron's homework. Harry was nowhere to be seen. Hermione wanted to look for him, but knowing Harry, thought he might have preferred being on his own. She did not think it a good idea to drag Harry back into the Great Hall, where the wounded lay, receiving treatment, some even unable to help themselves, and relying solely on others.

Despite her and Ron's protests, Harry had always believed that it was his fault that the wounded were there in the first place, and would undoubtedly feel the same if he was in the Great Hall. No, Hermione would leave him to his own thoughts, and comfort him later, when his own thoughts were in check. 

There was one person though, that Hermione desperately wanted to see. Professor McGonagall. Although she never actually expressed it, Hermione respected McGonagall a huge amount. She was everything Hermione admired. Intelligent, strong, fair and fiercely loyal. 

The question that McGonagall would have the answer to had been burning inside Hermione during the past year, and it would undoubtedly get her a judging look from Ron, who squeezed her hand tightly as they walked side by side. 

Ron and Hermione hadn't spoken in a while, but there was no awkward tension between them. It was not the fact that the battle had ceased that made Hermione feel safe, but the fingers entwined in hers that made her feel protected. The way Ron held her made her feel like nothing could hurt her. 

It was as though their minds were linked, because, at that precise moment, both Ron and Hermione glanced at each other. Ron's eyes pierced hers, full of love. Hermione half smiled and shyly looked down at their hands. She could feel butterflies swirling around in her stomach, making a huge change from the hunger that she had thought was starting to make a permanent home there. 

"Come on," Hermione said, gently pulling Ron, "I want to see McGonagall."

Ron obliged, and his lips curled slightly and his eyebrows shifted, telling Hermione that Ron already knew what she wanted. 

They reached McGonagall and they all stared at each other for a few moments, taking in the others living body. 

Ron was the first to speak. 

"You were bloody brilliant, Professor."

"In normal circumstances, I would likely tell you off for the use of that curse word," McGonagall gave a small smile, "but in this case, I'll thank you. Likewise."

Ron beamed with pride at having been paid a compliment by McGonagall. 

"You too Miss Granger." 

Hermione smiled. "Thank you. Erm, Professor, I was wondering... Now that Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape have gone, I take it that you'll be new headmaster?" Hermione asked tentatively, not quite sure how to put it. 

"It is too early to say anything about that Miss Granger, but I have always promised Dumbledore that I would do what is best for the students of Hogwarts."

Hermione could feel her skin going red, and she could not help but think that she had asked it too soon. She thought it very disrespectful and felt ashamed of herself. 

McGonagall must have sensed this, and she leaned in slightly, "I would like to be though." She smiled again. 

Hermione immediately felt better and could feel the blood turning her face red, disappear. 

"Well, I was just wondering if I could, um, you know, when everything has been rebuilt..." Hermione choked, still feeling ashamed and as though she were disrespecting the dead. 

"She wants to know if she can come back, complete her 7th year, and pass her NEWTs with flying colours?" Ron intervened. 

McGonagall looked very proud, as though this is what all her Gryffindor students would do. 

"I'm sure we can figure that out, Miss Granger." 

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. 

"Okay, now is it alright if we find mum?" Ron asked Hermione. 

Hermione nodded understandingly, and they both said goodbye to McGonagall and turned to leave. They'd taken only a few paces when McGonagall called.

Ron and Hermione turned in unison, and Professor McGonagall looked at them both, lingering on their entwined hands and smiled, "It only took you seven years Mr Weasley. Well done."