Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that might show up in this story. Sigh.
Librarian Plus Janitor Equals WHAT?
Chapter One:
Today was his day. Like it or not, he was going to talk to her. Argus Filch, caretaker of Hogwarts and hater of all trouble makers (a.k.a, students, Peeves, Voldemort, etc.), took a cautious step down the hall towards the library. And another. And another. And then in the opposite direction, much faster, his heart pounding with fear.
Why couldn't he just talk to her? He'd not had any trouble talking to her when their mothers had invited each other over for tea. That was before she'd gone to Hogwarts...
Okay. Relax. Just like old times, no different than talking to him during tea at Mrs. Filch's. Irma Pince, librarian of Hogwarts and hater of those who dared touch the pages of books without care (a.k.a, students, non-librarians, Voldemort, etc.), darted towards Filch's office, slowed to a halt halfway, and retraced her steps to the other end of the hall. This time determined, Irma walked right up to the door, paused to get a basic idea of what to say, and knocked gently on the office door. She waited half a second before running back to the safety of the library, amazed at her own daring. She'd actually made it to the door. Phenomenal.
A/N: I can't remember which book it was in, but Harry was making fun of Filch and Madam Pince by saying that he'd always thought that there was something between them. Thus this fic was born.