A/N : Hey everyone… this my second fic. I post it now while I still have the courage to do so… lol The subject has likely been used frequently but this has come to me when I was reading the title : « Ron the sexist pig ». Thank you to the lovely person who gave me inspiration even if I don't know whether or not this fic will work…

Rating: 13
Summary: after the dance lesson given by Minerva during the 4th film is all I can say…

Here we go:

(The Trio was chatting while returning to the Griffindor common room after their dance lesson.)

Chapter I

Minerva closed the door, a light smile on her face. Her cubs had done very welland only few of them still had difficultieson on performing the waltz. She chckled, rethinking of the look of terror (or horror?) on Ronald Weasley's face when she had told himm to come on the dancefloor with her to show to the others... Cute... But she suddenly saddened... like everyone would have done if they had heard such comments about them :

"So, Ron! Tell us! How was the dance with McGonagall?" Asked Harry with a grin. (more to tease his best friend than to insult her).

"Don't-make-me remember that, Harry! PLEASE! Don't you see I'm trying to forget it?!" replied Ron.

"Ron! She dances very well! And she's not ugly ! That couldn't be the same as dancing with Parkinson ! » replied Hermione.

« No, of course ! But she's so old ! »

(« Ok, for him I, perhaps, seem old, but really, I'm only middle-aged!" thought Minerva).

"And then? She's nice!" said Harry.

("Thank you, Harry." Thought Minerva her lips twitching in a sad smile).

"Yes, she's nice, but..."

« But, WHAT Ronald Weasley ?! » asked Hermione exasperated by her friend's behaviour.

"She's so ... reserved, she never shows her emotions, you know actually I could bet she has nearly no one, plus, she's plain and she probably has no social life 'cause... which man could want her?"

Minerva was blinking to try to wipe her tears away. She was hidden, and so, couldn't be seen, but they could have heard her crying.

"This is perhaps what you think... But you admit yourself that she IS nice... plus, she cares for us... I know it ! » replied Harry once again, trying to defend her.

"Perhaps, but I still think that she's the worst reserved old prudish hag I know"

Hermione quickly made her way to the library, obviously outraged by those words about someone she esteemed a lot.

Minerva had heard enough and more that sh could bear! She had always been so caring for her students, esspecially her cubs... She knew she wasn't the favourite teacher but... she hadn't tought they could hate her at that point... She really was a silly old woman... She had probably been too strict since the begining... And actually, perhaps he was right... perhaps .... no, there was no "perhaps" it was likely impossible to anyone to love her... too strict and so plain.... and yet... so caring... But noone could see this part of her... she had always been oversensitive and she hided it behind this apparence of extreme sterness...

Had she friends? She didn't know anymore...

Was there someone who loved her? Very unlikely... to not say IMPOSSIBLE!!! Yes… she hadn't had a lot of boyfriends and now... no, this was impossible.

Yet she DID have feelings, she WAS in love... with the most handsome man aver... the greatest of the age... Albus Dumbledore. A man who would never love her.

She changed into her animagus form before bursting into tears and ran to her chambers. She quickly transformed back, told the password and rushed in her bedroom, crashing onto her bed, sobbing heavily.

Because she was plain.
Because there was no man to open his arms for her.
Because people thought she hadn't any feeling at all.
Because they see her as an "old puddish hag", though, she wasn't, was she?

Above all, she cried because she loved someone who would never love her like she wanted so much and because the one she gave so much to, her cubs, her "children" found her so.... awful.

tbc...