Disclaimer: All characters and settings belong to J.K Rowling and not me.(I
wish)
Summary: In Minerva's seventh year she figures out hoe her teacher feels
about her. (summary sucks) This is my first fic so please be nice.
Now on to the story
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On a very chilly day in January Minerva McGonagall made her way to
her animagi lesson with Professor Dumbledore when she heard two voices
inside his classroom.
" Armando I'm leaving soon to go fight Grindelwald, and I need to tell
someone how much I care for them before I go." Albus stated " I'm asking
you for advice to approach her."
"Who is this women? A student?" asked Dippit.
Albus gulped down a lump in his throat. " It's a seventh year student, sir," he
replied.
"Albus, you know as well as I do that student/ teacher relationships are out of
bounds."
"I know Armando, but I'm leaving next month and I want to tell her before
it's to late..." he was cut off by Dippit." Just answer this one question, Albus.
Who is this girl?"
" Minerva McGonagall."
On the other side of the door Minerva's breath caught in her throat. Me? Out
of all the people he loves most it's me. She just wanted to go in there and kiss
the hell out of him right now, and tell him how much she loves him. But she
couldn't just waltz right in there in front of Dippit. So she did the only thing
she could do.
She whispered "I love you too." Then she walked back to her dormitory.