A/N: Silly little oneshot about McGonagall and Harry's relationship, as I feel the books should have gone more in depth.
Harry and Ginny had personally gone to deliver all wedding invitations, just because they had wanted to see all their friends and old teachers after having not seen them for about three years.
Harry let out a little groan as he saw the next name on the list.
Minerva McGonagall
"Hey, Gin?" he asked tentatively. She turned to face him as they strided briskly down the Hogsmeade streets.
"Do we—do we have to go to the next person?" he muttered, pointing at the list with his wand.
Ginny took one look at the name and guffawed, wiping tears from her eyes.
"What?" Harry asked, rather offended.
"She's not your professor anymore, Harry. Just think of her like, oh, I don't know, your grandma or something," Ginny giggled.
"My grandma?" Harry practically shrieked. "Professor McGonagall as my grandma?! She's more likely to be my executioner!"
Ginny sobered up and glared at him. "Listen, Potter, I'm you're engaged to me, which means you're stuck with me, and I want to invite my old Transfigurations professor to our wedding, which means we invite her. Got it?"
Harry nodded quickly, knowing too well what would happen should he dare cross the Weasley women temper. Ginny grinned and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Come on, let's go together." They Apparated to just outside the Hogwarts grounds.
After knocking for what seemed to be ten minutes, Filch came hurrying outside. "It's you, Potter, is it? Oh, and with Weasley?! What have you done this time?" which was about the most friendly greeting Harry and Ginny had had from Filch in their seven years at Hogwarts.
"Do we have to invite him?" Harry murmured in Ginny's ear as Filch led them inside. Ginny swallowed and stared at Filch's back.
"Er…let's just ask," Ginny muttered. Harry groaned loudly as she picked up her pace to match Filch's stride.
"Mr. Filch?" Ginny asked, struggling to keep up. He made a noncomittal grunting noise. "Er…Harry and I would just like to know if you would like to come to our wedding," and handed him a creamy piece of parchment with the date and place.
Filch stopped abruptly.
"You…and Potter's wedding?" he croaked after five minutes of staring at the card. Ginny nodded as Harry put his arm around her waist.
"Oh…alright," he snapped. "Might as well, as I have nothing better to do on that day."
Ginny grinned upward at Harry as he suppressed a smile. "Thank you," she said graciously.
Filch started walking again, but Harry could have sworn he swiped an arm across his face as he muttered, "Gotta find some dress robes for Mrs. Norris…"
They stopped in front of the gargoyle that led to the Headmistress' office.
"She'll be in there," Filch muttered gruffly. As Harry and Ginny stood there nervously, unsure of what the password was, Filch snapped, "Well, what are you waiting for? Password's Lemon Drop!"
Harry jumped slightly. "Lemon Drop," he muttered. The gargoyle obliged and they climbed the swirling staircase up. To his surprise, he saw Filch carrying a camera and following them.
"Er…why do you have a camera?" he asked. Filch said nothing, just grinned evilly and snapped at them to move faster.
"Wait, let me go first," Filch commanded and nearly pushed Ginny off the staircase in his hurry.
"Mr. Filch! What do you want?" they heard McGonagall's voice asking sharply.
"I've got some interesting visitors for you, Headmistress," he cackled, and indicated with a sweep of his hand that Harry and Ginny should come into view.
"H-hello, Professor," Harry said, his throat feeling dry. McGonagall looked up and promptly dropped her quill. For a moment, she seemed unable to speak, her eyes widening and her mouth opened slightly in shock.
"P-P-Potter! And Weasley! Oh, come in, come in!" she exclaimed, almost tripping over her own desk. She hurried over and approached Harry, her hands on his shoulders and examined his face. Then she hurried over to Ginny and clamped her hands on Ginny's elbows, staring into her eyes for a long time until Ginny cleared her throat and wrenched her arms away. She sent a glance at Harry and then looked at the bag of cards.
"Oh. Er…well, Professor-"
"Oh, please, it's Minerva now, Potter. You're graduated, after all!" Mcgonagall insisted.
Harry felt extremely uncomfortable calling his former, intimidating professor by her first name, so he said, "No, really, I'd feel much more comfortable calling you professor, if you don't mind."
Ginny snickered. She walked over and grabbed Harry's hand. McGonagally reluctantly nodded and motioned for them to sit next to her desk. Filch was hovering around in the corner, as though awaiting orders from McGonagall to give them a detention.
"What brings you here, to Hogwarts, after so many years without contact?" McGonagall asked, pouring them tea, and glaring at them at the last part.
Harry and Ginny glanced guiltily at each other. "Well, we—I—you see…"
She just laughed. "Never mind. What brings you here?"
"Well, I—well, Harry and I, actually, have something to tell you," Ginny saved Harry, for Harry was so surprised that McGonagall could laugh that he was rendered speechless for a couple of seconds.
"Oh?" McGonagall asked, studying them intently.
Ginny brought her and Harry's intertwined hands up in the air almost triumphantly, showing off their engagement rings. "We're getting married, Professor!"
McGonagall stared at the hands, mouth completely dropping open in shock. Harry studied his professor's face intently, realizing with a shock that her eyes seemed to have become watery and had glazed over.
McGonagall dropped one hand and gripped the table. "You..you and Potter are getting…married?"
"That's right, Professor," Ginny said, less sure of their plan to personally deliver invitations. "And we'd like to invite you-"
"Invite me?" McGonagall exclaimed, putting a hand over her heart. "Oh, oh my goodness…oh my…"
"Are you alright, Professor?" Harry asked, finally able to find his voice.
"Oh, yes, yes, I'm fine," McGonagall said faintly, fanning her face lightly. "Oh, yes, I would love to go, oh of course I would!" she reached forward and trembling hand and clasped the intertwined hands as a tear rolled down her cheek. She seemed unable to speak for a moment.
Ginny reached into the bag and pulled out another creamy piece of parchment. "This contains the date and time and everything," she announced.
"Oh, thank you for this, Ginny," McGonagall called her by her first name. Harry was utterly bemused. Ginny grinned.
Women.
"Oh, Potter and Weasley…." McGonagall murmured. "It only seemed like yesterday when you two were at your first day of Hogwarts, being Sorted into Gryffindor…this is such an honor…and Harry Potter's wedding, no doubt…"
Harry and Ginny glanced at each other. "Professor?" McGonagall reached forward a hand, stood up, and clasped Harry on his shoulder.
"It was a pleasure teaching you, Harry. Really. I'm delighted you and Ginny have finally decided to—oh, it's been so obvious for years," McGonagall sniffled.
All of a sudden, tiny Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout came hurrying into the office.
"Minerva, I heard—!" Sprout exclaimed.
"—Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley are getting married!" they cried simultaneously. McGonagall nodded, hastily brushing away any tears,and the three professors started hugging, Flitwick being carried on their shoulders, and crying, it was a whole messy order which Harry would have preferred to avoid all together, as they then proceeded to relive every single embarrassing moment the couple had, whether it was kissing in broom cupboards, kissing after a Quidditch match, Ginny being caught in the boys' dormitory, or right after the battle, when Ginny had stomped over to Harry, slapped him in the face, and then pulled him against her and sobbed into his shirt.
McGonagall all of a sudden walked over to the two and hugged them in a group hug. "You two have gone through so much, you deserve it…"
And wedding invitations were handed out to all three professors, when Filch was found sneaking in the corner.
"Filch! What are you doing here!" McGonagall hastily wiped her face again.
Filch said nothing, just had an evil little smile on his face, a camera hoisted on his shoulder, as all three professors and Harry and Ginny heard a great stampeding crowd below them: "HARRY POTTER IS IN HOGWARTS?!" "I HEARD HE WAS GETTING MARRIED!" "OH MY GOODNESS, LOOK AT MCGONAGALL'S REACTION!"
Filch had projected all that had happened in the office into the Great Hall by a magical camera.
"FILCH, YOU BLITHERING IDIOT!" McGonagall exclaimed, and attempted to chase him outisde the office.
Harry and Ginny looked at each other and beamed.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Ginny asked Harry.
"No, it could've been worse," Harry conceded, then leaned down and kissed Ginny.