A/N: This is just a silly little one-shot that I wrote in about ten minutes. If it's terrible please blame the plot bunnies, if it's good I'll be willing to take responsibility ;)
The summer rays were blocked by various objects in the room, casting stalactite-like shadows around the wooden floor of Minerva McGonagall's office. The subdued chirruping of birds outside of the thin windows was barely audible over the piercing protests of a certain Hogwarts professor.
"I am perfectly capable, Albus!" Minerva McGonagall, stubborn as ever, would not allow herself to be pandered to, whatever the situation. Merlin, she had checked herself out of St Mungo's before now! Things were not about to change soon.
Three years and one child since becoming the Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she had discovered that she was with child for the second time. Now, eight and a half months later, she was being forcibly kept on the plump sofa by her employer and long-time friend, Albus Dumbledore.
"Please, just let me get this," his eyes shone with a covering of a mixture of determination and weariness. He did not know which one to give in to. Minerva had to admit - if she had been in a mood anywhere near sociable - she may have found his concern rather touching. But her stubbornness was legendary among staff and students alike.
"Really, I can do it," she replied attempting to force herself up from amongst the several unnecessary plumped-up cushions.
"I would actually rather you didn't," Albus pleaded, making a start towards her bedroom to retrieve the hairbrush she was now insisting she could get herself. He had already told her several times that she would not be moving a muscle as it was his turn to look after her, especially after she had been so efficient as a Deputy Headmistress in her three years at the school. Albus had even gone to the extreme of taking her wand from her so that she could not accio anything.
"Fine!" For a second time, Minerva tried desperately to lift herself. She hated being dependent on other people. She hated the enormous weight that had developed in her stomach. She hated that she had to wear huge robes and listen to the students speculating over the identity of her baby's father. And she would be damned if she would let Albus Dumbledore take the place of her husband.
"What are you doing now?" He watched her struggling and sighed. Perhaps he should have asked the minister to allow Samuel McGonagall home from active duty when he had the chance. Merlin knows he would have been able to calm his wife down.
"Getting myself a glass of water," she spat, as though it should have been perfectly obvious from the first moment.
"Don't worry, I'll get it." This man was really beginning to make her blood boil.
"Albus! I am perfectly capable of getting a glass of water."
"I don't think you are…" Albus's face turned a sheepish shade of blossoming pink.
"Why ever not?"
"I know you like your independence…" he said slowly, fastidiously. If he was lucky, he could even be appealing to her hidden ego. Merlin knows he would be needing that soon.
"Look, I am perfectly capable of doing things by myself."
"No… you aren't." Albus was now taking small, measured steps towards the door, ready to bolt at any second. This was something he did not want to see.
"WHY NOT?" Minerva screamed. To this day, students swear that, even though they were four floors above, they could hear their Transfiguration mistress shouting at the Headmaster.
"Because your waters just broke."