Chapter 1 - I Kissed a Girl
The sun beat down onto the grounds of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. On any other day students would be milling around, ignoring deadlines for homework in favour of savouring the rare good weather of bonnie Scotland. The lake's surface would be disturbed by brave paddlers, soaking their feet in the cooling waves lapping at the shoreline, trousers rolled up to pale, sun-starved knees. Laughter would fill the air, broken by the buzz of conversation. The library would be bare and all things school-related were banished from the mind. Only one thing could break this sunny day tradition; Quidditch.
Specifically that days match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, the winner of which would claim the cup for their House, have it draped in Red and Gold or Blue and Silver for the next year. It meant even more for those 7th years playing for them both, this being their final chance to snatch some glory for themselves and their home for the last 7 years of their lives. Soon they would be leaving, their school day naught but memories, but it was care-free yet tense days like this that would stick with them for the rest of their lives. For one such teenager it would be a truly defining day.
Minerva McGonagall tucked the loose strain of her ebony locks behind her ear, a few hairs tickling her skin as she did so. The usually subdued student had a rare rosy flush in her cheeks as she strolled through the grounds, no books in sight for a change as she moved with the sea of her peers towards the Quidditch stadium. Whilst she herself was a team-member her broom had been damaged during their last match with Slytherin and she had been unable to replace it before that day. Feeling a streak of martyrdom, she had forfeited her spot on the team in favour of someone else who would be able to attend with a half-decent broom rather then the ancient, weather-damaged brooms the school was able to lend out.
But, despite the disappointment, the Gryffindor was very much excited, but less vocal about her emotions then the two bubbly girls by her side. Already curvy despite their 6th year at the school, Veronica Bloomay chatted animatedly with a more petite Samantha Tanner, both girls gossiping about this player and that player, ever-so-slightly more interested in which beater they preferred to admire from afar then which team would claim victory for themselves. Rolling her eyes, Minerva focused emerald eyes on the distant pitch, a tight smile pulling at her lips. She wasn't as interested in boys and relationships as her peers, something Veronica and Sam were often quick enough to light-heartedly tease her about, but she always believed that her time at the school should be dedicated to getting the best grades possible rather then romantically attaching herself to someone and risking her future.
Try using that reasoning on raging hormones, however, when her dorm mates stumbled giggling into their shared rooms late at night and far too far past curfew to be proper.
Catching the last snippet of conversation, the young woman nudged Samantha, voice incredulous as she spoke. "What did you just say, Samantha Tanner?"
Peels of laughter erupted from the two girls as she continued walking, arms linked from their gossiping just moments ago. "Oh, don't be such a goody two-shoes, Minnie!" Samantha laughed, eyes dancing with delight.
"It's only a party! A couple of the Ravenclaw players have arranged for a few of us to get into their Common Room for a little get-together tonight, no matter the outcome. Oh, I do hope Donnie will be there!" Veronica commented, her voice raising an annoying octave as she gushed over the newest Ravenclaw player, a burley beater who'd gained his position only months earlier.
"You can't be serious, surely. Can you imagine if the Headmaster found out?"
"Minnie, don't argue with us; you're coming with. It's about time you let your hair down," Veronica said, cutting of whatever else she had to say. Huffing and feeling a bubble of anger below the surface, Minerva turned glittering eyes away, knowing there was no use arguing with them. As much as she disliked situations such as this, she knew her two friends would get their own way eventually.
The time between their arrival at the pitch and getting a good spot seemed to drag by, the anticipation of the crowd palpable and even sweeping the two less sport-enthusiastic girls away, causing them to join in with the songs and cheers of the sea of Gold and Red supporting their House team. Minerva cheered and waved her small flag adorned with a moving, pouncing lion, cheeks flushed more as a trumpet sounded and the players flew out onto the pitch. Emerald eyes roamed over the Gryffindor team as they lapped the pitch before skimming over the Ravenclaws, but as her eyes landed on the newest addition to their team, her heart skipped in that cliché way it did in books.
This was never the way I planned, not my intention.
I got so brave, drink in hand, lost my discretion
It's not what I'm used to, just wanna try you on.
I'm curious for you, caught my attention.
The Ravenclaw seeker had only joined the team a while ago, always having lingered in the background and not having drawn attention to herself. When suddenly during Ravenclaw's last game against Hufflepuff she took up the position and wowed all those in attendance. Her mastery on the broomstick guaranteed her spot in the final, and it was this movement that first caught Minerva's attention. The way she moved, blonde hair tousled in the wind, was so fluid. The broom was like an extension of her arm, her legs. She was like a bird of prey the way she flew, stalking in the shadows almost, her movements timed and controlled like nothing she'd seen before. But it wasn't her prowess with her broomstick that caught the Gryffindor's attention. What had her heart attempting to escape her chest was those stunning yellow eyes that met hers own for a brief moment in time before she was away.
In the back of her mind she realised that the match had started, that both teams were now soaring around the pitch. Goals had been scored, her peers were crying out at every twist in the game. But, despite all this, it passed in a blur as her attention zoned in on this magnificent creature before her. Roaring in her ears was the first thing she noticed, the firm grip someone had on her shoulder was the next.
Dragging emerald eyes away from the Seeker for the first time that match, Minerva turned her attention to Veronica whom had a death-grip on her, screeching in a rare bit of excitement. "Minnie! They've seen the Snitch!" She gasped, her free hand pointing desperately to the other end of the pitch. Leaning forward, she and the hundred or so other students held their breath collectively as the two Seekers dove and twisted and soared after the tiny golden ball.
It was a tense few moments, the cheering resumed as the students urged their team mates on. But eventually, the Gryffindor's fingers clasped the golden ball, snatching it away from the Ravenclaw at the last moment. The cry of victory was deafening as the lions jumped and stomped their feet, cheering. The players embraced, pumping the air with their fists, the odd 7th year tearing up. The minutes passed and eventually the players all shook hands, congratulation each other. Before she could spy the enigmatic Ravenclaw again, however, the two still babbling girls had swept her away, voices ringing out about the forthcoming party.
Hours passed in a blur of the girl's laughing and talking boys, shoes, dresses, etc, whilst Minerva endured it and tried to set her mind in order. In her years at the school she'd devoted herself to study, ignoring the advances by some of her male peers. And yet in one moment that had all been unravelled and she had lost herself in those eyes. In the next few hours she had berated herself again and again, resorting her thoughts and reminding herself of every reason why she hadn't engaged in a relationship before now. And to even contemplate entering one with a woman? No, it was best to set the young woman from her mind and simply enjoy the celebration with her friends.
No, I don't even know your name, it doesn't matter.
You're my experimental game, just human nature.
It's not what good girls do, not how they should behave.
My head gets so confused, hard to obey.
Stepping through the open doorway into the Ravenclaw Common Room, the first thing that struck her was how large it was. Circular, wide curtained windows surrounded the room, decorated in blue and bronze silks with bookshelves everywhere… The second thing she noticed was how many people were there. All the furniture had been pushed to the walls leaving the remaining space for the dancing crowd of students. Minerva had no idea where the music was coming from, but magical and muggle alike seemed to blare out, capturing the audience and dragging them into a dance. The beat shimmied through the floor, twinning up their bodies and making them move in time, smiles and laughs heard in snatches as they enjoyed themselves.
Looking around, the Gryffindor was overwhelmed by the sounds and the crowd, her chest tightening at the lack of personal space. She turned on instinct and went to leave, only to be greeted by the laughing and gushing faces of her two friends. Feeling Verionica slip her arm through her own, turning her back towards the crowd and dragging her forward, she tried to relax, straining to hear them over the music.
"And just where do you think you're going, Minnie?" She laughed, turning and offering a wink to an equally giddy Samantha.
"Ronnie, you know this just isn't my type of-"
"Oh, come on, Min!" Samantha exclaimed, rolling her eyes as she interrupted, grabbing some butterbeers for the three of them. "Enjoy yourself! How many more times are we going to be able to do this?" She asked, passing the drinks around.
Minerva was silent at that, knowing it was true. The year after she doubted they'd have time, what with their exams. They were lucky their exams were still some months off yet. Looking between her friends, she sighed and gave a small affectionate smile, nodding. Lifting her bottle, she grinned widely. "To a good time."
Bottles clicked, drinks were drunk, dances were danced and a good time was had. After a few hours the younger years were ushered off and a 7th year produced several bowls of punch. The music continued, the dances carried on and Minerva had to admit that she was having a good time. A plastic cup was pushed into her empty hands and she drank without thinking, feeling parched from laughing and dancing. Wincing and spluttering slightly, the liquid burning as it went down, the young woman gasped before eyeing her two laughing friends. "Is this firewhiskey?" She accused, the ambiance and sudden rush of alcohol making her lightheaded all of a sudden.
She never received an answer as they spied two of the players they were looking for. They wandered away, giggling and drinking, leaving they more subdued friend glaring at their backs. Sighing to herself and wishing she could clear her head, Minerva turned to walk towards the door when she bumped into a solid mass.
Managing not to spill her drink, her lips began moving before she even looked up. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was…" Emerald met yellow, her words failing her for a moment. "…going." She finished, blushing lightly at her pause. Looking down, she heard a warm chuckle sound from the girl's chest, a pale hand appearing and bringing now familiar yellow eyes back into view.
"That's fine, it is pretty crowded in here," the girl replied. "I'm Rolanda, who're you, cutie?"
Us girls we are so magical,
Soft skin, red lips, so kissable.
Hard to resist, so touchable.
Too good to deny it.
Ain't no big deal, it's innocent.
Minerva's head was spinning, what little alcohol she had making her mind feel like it had cotton wool padding her brain, making her slow to react. All she could think was how warm Rolanda's breath was on her face, how sweet it was laced with firewhiskey as it was. Lips finally parted with an answer some moments later.
"Minerva." It was a single word but seemed to take some concentration to get out, her slow mind now focusing on the word 'cuties', her blush slowly creeping up her neck and staining her cheeks a darker shade of rouge. Yellow eyes seemed to catch the roaming coloured lights that someone had set up, seemingly dancing with the music.
She felt more then noticed the cup being taken from her hand and placed somewhere out of her immediate view, still entranced by the woman she had watched so intently not hours ago.
"Would you like to dance?" It was a simple question, but it sucked the air from her lungs, leaving her dazed. 'What is wrong with you? She's just a girl!' Minerva mentally scolded herself, getting more and more frustrated by the moment. Some of the fog cleared and she shook her head to further clear it. Seeing a flash of disappointment on Rolanda's face, she quickly took the offered hand as it went to drop.
"I'd love to," she said with a smile, one which widened when she saw the answering on the Quidditch player offered her. Minerva felt herself pulled further into the crowd as the tempo sped slightly, a song she didn't recognise coming on. She was tugged closer, feeling herself pulled close against the other girl as they danced, feeling far too ridged and nervous. What was she doing? She should pull away now, head back to the Common Room… and yet she couldn't pull herself away. The Gryffindor felt herself melt into the hands that held her waist, letting herself move to the beat, releasing herself to instinct as the two danced, eyes glued to each other. Time seemed inconsequential, only being measured in the songs that went by. Something flashed behind Rolanda's eyes and suddenly she was leaning forward, all Minerva was aware of was that sweet, warm breath on her face again.
"You're beautiful, Minerva…" It was whispered, barely heard over the crowd, but it echoed through the sixth years mind. Smouldering eyes burned before her gaze, making her breath catch. Her own darted to dark pink lips before flickering shut, those lips meeting her own.
I kissed a girl and I liked it,
the taste of her cherry chapstick.
I kissed a girl just to try it,
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it.
It felt so wrong,
it felt so right.
Don't mean I'm in love tonight.
I kissed a girl and I liked it
Author's Note:
Hey guys and girls! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. I plan on making this a long fic, going from Minerva and Rolanda's schooldays until, possibly, after the end of DH. It will be a kind of songfic; in each chapter I plan to include a song I feel captures the theme/feel of that chapter. I will also be trying to keep as canon as possible, so it will contain some spoilers garnered from Pottermore and other sources for the main characters backgrounds.
Lyrics are from 'I Kissed a Girl' by Kate Perry.
As much as I wished I did, I do not own anything HP related, I'm just borrowing them for my own amusement and no monetary gain. All Harry Potter characters, settings, etc belong to J K Rowling and Warner Bros. respectively. Lucky S...