I wrote this story after reading around a hundred MMAD in English. I'm French but it came in English first. Please forgive my language or grammar. And reviews to help me to improve!
Disclaimer : Nothing belongs to me (save the mmadness… in fact it don't either so save the craziness^^). Everything to JK Rowling
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Emerald and Sapphire
-What are you looking at? She yelled
-Your eyes.
-My eyes? What's wrong with my eyes?
-They're green.
She turned away from him. He took her wrist to keep her close.
-What are you doing now? She asked, still yelling.
-I am going to kiss you.
She looked at him half afraid, half hoping.
-And why would you do that? She whispered
-I don't know. I think it is a good idea.
She stared into his eyes.
-What are you looking at? He said softly
-Your eyes.
-My eyes? What's wrong with my eyes? He whispered about to join their lips.
-They're blue.
She hid her emeralds while he hid his sapphires. Their lips touched as the door opened. Both of them took a step back. She blushed but the colour of her cheeks could be explained by the anger she felt before.
-You shouldn't be arguing! You-know-who has been defeated. Professor Sprout said while she entered the room.
Hearing those words Professor McGonagall remembered why she has been yelling for about an hour. She turned to her friend to take her as a witness.
-He left Harry Potter to some muggles! He left the son of James and Lily Potter to the muggle sister of her! How do you want me to stay calm? Both of them were students of mine! They're dead…
-They knew the risks, Albus cut her. They were expecting his visit.
-You should have been their secret-keeper!
She turned her heel and left the headmaster office. Headmaster Dumbledore looked at professor Sprout.
-It's the only way to protect Harry's life. She knows it but she needs time. Could you take care of her?
There still are Deatheaters. I don't want her to endanger herself.
-All right Headmaster. You can trust me.
She began to close herself to the door, and then turned back.
-You really care about her, don't you?
-Of course, he answered. She is my Deputy.
-I don't mean…
-Neither am I.
Professor Sprout left the old wizard alone. Fawkes join his shoulder, he raised his hand to the bird and stroke him.
-Indeed I care about her. Who could do else?
The door opened again, softly. Albus didn't notice it, lost in his mind.
-I just want her happiness. This is the only thing that matter.
-No, your happiness matter, nothing else, a sweet voice said. And you owe me a kiss.
End.
