My Dirty Little Secret(A Hermione Love Story)

Rock Out With Your Sock Out

So... Enjoy! And since I can only actually 'dedicate' to one person, I want to dedicate this chapter to @Doctor_Lovegood, @OoLizzyoO, and @HobbyWriterJM. They all kinda pushed me to update again. Thanks for the encouragement ladies!

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Professor McGonagall had taken the previous headmasters' advice and asked around, seeing if maybe one of the other students had noticed anything peculiar going on between Hermione and Amelia. No one had seen anything.

'School full of nosey teenagers and not one of them saw or knows anything. Completely ridiculous if you ask me' She thought to herself. She swept back into her office, surprised to see Hermione sitting in a chair across from her's.

"Yes, Hermione?"

"Have you had any luck on finding a full time teacher yet?"

"No, why?"

"I was just wondering. So, Amelia came in and talked about being released from the class?"

"Yes, she did. And I granted her request."

"Oh."

"Why? Did you not want her out?"

"No, no."

"Is there something going on between you and Amelia? Something I should know about?"

"No, Minerva. Why would there be?" McGonagall just stared at Hermione, the question still in her eyes. "Well, that's all I wanted to know. I'll be going now." Hermione hurried out the door. She could still feel McGonagall's eyes on her back, and she didn't like how she was suddenly very interested in their relationship.

"Hermione! Where are you running off too?" She felt hands go around her upper arms and she screamed. "Don't be afraid, its me." She turned around to see Harry's green eyes staring back at her.

"Oh, Harry. I'm so sorry. My thought's been in other places today."

"Oh, that's alright. Have you seen Ron?"

"What- Oh, no. I just found you."

"Oh." They walked to her classroom in silence, Hermione absorbed in her own thoughts.

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Amelia wondered aimlessly around the empty corridors, a book in her hands. She was trying to find the perfect spot to spend her free hour to read, but so far she didn't have any luck.

"Amelia! Come quick!" Amelia spun around to see Peter running after her, is arms waving around his head like a mad man.

"Peter, what's wrong?"

"Just come!" He grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him.

"Peter, will you please so down? My legs aren't as long as yours!" Peter didn't slow down. "What's going on?!"

"Harry Potter and Ron Weasley are here, and they're talking to Hermione!"

"Okay, that's surprising because...? They're best friends."

"Yeah, but it's also something else!" They both stayed quiet, and ran to Hermione's classroom.

"-So, what I guess I'm trying to say is, Hermione Jean Granger, will you do the honors of becoming my wife?" Amelia's world stopped. Everyone clapped and cheered, and someone started whispering about an engagement party in the Gryffindor common room.

"I-Ron-What?" Hermione was looking around, as if she was confused. Then her eyes landed on Amelia, and she answered. "Ron, I love you, but not like that. I'm sorry, but I'm saying no." It got quiet.