A/N: I was bored and using the search function when I found that there were no romantic-themed Flitwick stories. So here you go.

"Severus Snape! I swear, if you insist on taking points from my students for no reason at all, then I shall be forced to-."

"Forced to what, pray tell?" The potions master smirked, raising a greasy eyebrow.

"Why, I…!" Minerva was unable to finish. She looked like a cat, fur standing up.

Snape was just about to say something when a tiny voice interrupted.

"Ehem."

Both professors jumped, their faces paling in rage and horror. Their faces turned to the voice. Snape only grimaced, but Minerva gave a full smile of relief.

"Filius! Thank the Lord! I thought for a moment you were That Woman."

Flitwick giggled slightly, one hand held behind his back. "Oh, no. I am so sorry. I didn't realize… just a bit of a cold, that's all."

"Charming," Snape sneered. "I'll be off now. I do wish I could stay and chat, though. Maybe some other time." He swept away, his black robe billowing.

"See you at supper!" Flitwick called cheerfully as Minerva scowled.

"He took five points from Creevey for breathing too loudly in his class," she steamed, grinding her teeth.

Flitwick nodded slightly, though obviously a bit confused. The hand that was not behind his back fiddled with the fabric of his robes. "Well. Yes."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Minerva smiled down at him wearily. "Did you need something?"

"Eh- sorry. Actually, I just wanted to… I… you did realize there was a Hogsmeade weekend this month?"

Minerva nodded distractedly. "Yes, yes. More bother than they're worth, if you ask me. Problems every time. Did you know, I was a bit distracted last visit and took a wrong turn to Dervish and Banges. Ended up outside that establishment," she spat the word as if it were a curse, "Madame Puddifoot's . Hannah Abbott and Ernie MacMillan- two Hufflepuffs- were flailing around in the window. In a public place!"

"Er…" Flitwick nodded, "I suppose that's a bit…"

Minerva continued, seeming to ignore him, "I swear, these weekends have turned into some sort of quixotic get away for love-struck students. In my day, Hogsmeade visits were simply a time to stock up on sweets, and grab a butterbeer with friends." She sighed.

Flitwick nodded once again, his hand now violently pulling at his robes. "Well, yes. They do take it a bit too…"

"Did you know, apparently Argus has finally sucked it up and asked Irma to go with him? And she agreed! I could not think of a less romantic tryst if I tried."

This time, Flitwick had turned bright red, and he was no longer looking at her.

Minerva stood for a moment, then groaned slightly. "I completely forgot… became side-tracked by Snape, that great git-," she stopped, "Don't ever repeat I said that! I was on my way to see Dumbledore." She looked down at Flitwick, a small distracted smile on her face. "I must run. It was nice talking to you."

Flitwick nodded slightly as she turned and hurried down the hall.

"See you at supper," he murmured under his breath, the cheer from earlier gone. He swept one hand through his hair and moved the other one forward. A bouquet of red roses sat there. With a small sigh, he pulled out his wand. He whispered a quick charm, and they disappeared. Slowly and painfully, he turned, and walked slowly down the hall.

A/N: There it is. Please review!!!!!