When Love Is Real

The trusted one

Hermione woke up with an uncomfortable feeling. She didn't feel fit enough that morning. But she took a bath and dressed in her professor cape. Today she wore a brown cape.

She still remembers about last night. When she saw professor Snape. She has no idea how it could happen. Maybe it is because she too much thinks of him after his death. And she still remembers that professor Snape was asking her for a help. She was very curious about what the kinda help that professor needs. She wanted to ask it right now, but the dead Potion Master doesn't show himself when he was needed.

Hermione had a breakfast with other teachers.

"Hermione, how was your night?" Minerva asked her with a motherly voice.

"It was - nice," she answered but hesitated.

"Why did you answer me hesitantly, my dear?" Minerva could her hesitantly in her voice.

"Well, i just have a nightmare," she wanna tell Minerva about Snape, but she wasn't sure.

"About what, my dear?"

Hermione looked around and saw those teachers.

"I can't tell you now," Hermione answered, gave Minerva an eye code, and Minerva got it.

"After breakfast, my office," Minerva said and left the great hall.

*****

Hermione arrived in Minerva's office.

"Have a seat, Hermione," said Minerva. Hermione sat on the chair.

"So ?" Minerva asked. Hermione took a deep breath.

"Take it easy, dear,"

"Hmm.. first, tell me that you're gonna believe me that I'm not going mad...,"

"I believe, you aren't.."

"And, believe this is only my imagination,"

"After you tell me, it depends.."

"Last night i was dreaming about Professor Severus Snape-,"

"Professor what?" Minerva couldn't believe her ears.

"Snape, Severus Snape, and believe me, it was a dream," she answered. She was really thankful that Minerva couldn't read her mind.. she lied, that was not a dream.

"Okay, what did he do to you?" Minerva asked again.

"Nothing...,"

"Then why you tell me you have a nightmare?"

"Uhhmm... i just.. just.. maybe-"

"Just what, Hermione?"

"I have been missing him so much since his death, and, dreaming about him, was a nightmare.. because i know that, that i will never see him again," she answered hesitantly.

"Missing him?" Hermione could hear a broken heart in Minerva's voice.

"Yes, i am...," Hermione answered.

"Don't worry, Hermione... you're not the only one who misses him, i miss him too, i have so much to say to him, but.. yeah, i used to know him as a little boy," said Minerva in a husky voice, she was going to cry.