A/N: All characters and places belong to J.K. Rowling and affiliates. Only the plot line and OC's belong to me. Let me know what you think of these. There will be five unrelated one shots spanning over their lifetimes. Just a little something I wanted to try out. The first one is short, but if there's enough interest, the next one shot is already written. Give the writer some feedback, good or bad. Please review.

"You're completely mad."

Seventeen year old Minerva McGonagall propped herself up on her elbows, watching her lover shuffle for something on the bookshelf. His short beard and hair were blazing red like a flowerchild's. He wore a maroon dressing gown though she would only see the back from her position on the bed.

Her long curls licked the small of her back and tickled the smoothness of her ashen cheeks. She wore barely anything other than a long shirt, much too big for her petite form, extending to the middle of her thighs.

"Yes," the older man said turning, revealing twinkling blue eyes. "I suppose I am."

The girl laughed. "You're going to get us caught, Professor."

"Is that so Miss McGonagall?"

She made a face and gracefully flexed into a sitting position. She cleared her throat dramatically. "I've been meaning to ask about the clearance of the experiment. Have you heard anything back from the board of directors or are they still being completely closed mouth about the whole subject."

Albus shrugged.

"You know the Board of Education," he said evasively. He caught the look on his love's face in the mirror. "What?"

"Nothing," she said lightly, taking her eyes off his face quickly. She folded her hands in her lap.

"What did you do? Minerva?"

"Theoretically," she said slowly, tasting the word in her mouth, "how much trouble would I be in if I already completed the first two stages of development."

"Minerva!"

"Do not shriek at me, Albus Dumbledore, someone will hear," she snapped stiffly. Albus clearly composed himself before speaking again.

"What on earth were you thinking? Do you have any idea what the Board of Education will do if they find out?"

"Are you going to tell them?" she asked evenly.

"Of course not!"

"Then they're won't find out," she said smoothly. There was a pause before he frowned. "It's because I'm Muggleborn, isn't it."

Dumbledore froze on the bookshelf before turning around swiftly to look at her. "What gave you that impression?" The girl studied him for several moments, her eyes coursing over every angle of his face before frowning slightly.

"You know something you're not telling me."

A trickle a panic settled in Albus' stomach. "They're nervous because of the innovation of the project, your age, and your status as a Muggleborn that it might draw attention."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Her eyes were slightly darker than normal.

"There wasn't much I could do, Minerva … there are strict rules governing the grants."

There was clear disappointment and anger in air. She sat back on her heels.

"I love you," Albus said, feeling the weight heavy on his heart. He never did like to see her hurt. His lips were soft on hers. She didn't return the kiss with her normal vigor, but she didn't pull away.

Three weeks later, she had graduated and he never saw her again.