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Disclaimer: Let's see, if we were one person instead of two, and if our name was J.K. Rowling, maybe then we would own Harry Potter. We think you'll come to the conclusion that no, we are not her.

Professor McGonagall's POV:

I saw him look up from his homework at me, again.

I pretended not to see his glance, just like I had done with the others he had given me.

Mr. Weasley was after all, an adolescent boy, and it would be only natural for him to look at women. The only oddity of it all was that he looked at me that way. Stared at me, rather. Not that I could especially blame him, after the things that had been happening with us recently.

Oh stop it Minerva, you're fooling yourself. He doesn't want you anymore. Students always have crushes on their teachers, it's a well known fact.

Believing myself, I went back to my work and chose to forget his discreet looks.

When I looked at him a moment later, our eyes met. I stopped ignoring the jolt to my system and got up to transform.

I changed into my animagus form, and continued slinking towards him now as a tabby cat.

As soon as I came near him he picked me up onto his lap, leaving me to purr helplessly.

Normally I don't ever let anyone treat me as a cat, but here I was. With my favourite student, the one that made me feel so "wickedly" good. That was his word, and I took every chance to use it, which somehow made me feel, dare I say it, even better.

I'm stirred out of my thoughts again by him. I purr louder at his soft touch, feeling his hand go up and down my spine, touch my ears, my tail. His touch was more magical than anything.

All this was for me,

for I was his mentor, friend...

And sexual partner. SHH...

:::Later:::

"Oh, ooh, Professor..." heavy panting escaped his lips.

I smiled. For the age I was, that was not bad. Not bad at all. )