Confusion

A/N- Everything happening in Dumbledore's office is happening over the span of 10 minutes.

""Harry, why're you going to Dumbledore's later on? He's showing you more memories?"

"I'm pretty sure that's why he wants me to, Ron, yeah. He said he was going to give me a note saying I can be out of bed though I thought he was going to give it to me at the supper, I guess I was wrong."

"Well, when the bloody hell does he expect to give it you?" with that there was a loud crack and a flash of light. Harry and Ron both snapped their heads around to look at Harry's bed, "never mind then."

Harry walked over to his bed and picked up the piece of paper that had just apparated onto it.

Please excuse Mister Potter from any discipline for being out of chambers after hours. He has my permission.

Albus Dumbledore.

"Well then. I guess I'll be off? I'll catch you later, Ron."

"Okay mate."

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Harry walked through the corridors cautiously even he had a personal note from Professor Dumbledore himself saying he could be out of bed, he was always careful after hours.

He was almost there until a voice behind him made him stop, "Mr. Potter." Harry stood there for a minute, and then turned around easily. He swallowed hard, "Professor Snape."

"Mr. Potter, do you not have any concept of time? It is after hours. Ten points fr__"

"I have note from Dumbledore. I have to go to his chambers. Here read it." Harry interrupted him. He snatched the note out of his hands and glared at it. He handed the note back to Harry after giving him his cold, empty stare, "Very well. You were lucky this time, Potter." He flared his cape, and spun around graciously, and glided through the corridors again.

Harry started walking again. When he finally reached the wonderfully carved statue of the phoenix, he was just about to say the password but another voice, yet again, stopped him.

"Mr. Potter?" Harry knew that voice. That smooth, yet terrifying voice. Yet again, Harry stood in his tracks, "Professor McGonagall." He took a hard swallow.

Minerva knew exactly why Harry was about to go up to Dumbledore's chambers. Harry, however, did not know why Professor McGonagall was headed in the same direction, "Well, Mr. Potter. We better start heading up."

Harry just nodded. He had a puzzled look on his face, "Professor, I didn't know you had a meeting with Professor Dumbledore as well. I could always make my meeting for another time if you would like."

"Didn't know I had a meeting with__? Harry, have you forgotten already?"

Harry was in the dark, he had no idea what the hell she was talking about and after a moment, Minerva realized that Harry didn't know she was the other person in the memory. Albus must not have told him just yet. You're a clever woman, think of something. "Professor Dumbledore and I always have a cruel game of Wizard's Chess before bed. Surely, you know that by now."

"Of course."

He bought it. For the time being, at least.

"Well, Potter, we should start up," She waited for his response. After a quick nod, "Sherbet Lemon," she announced the password.

Chess, of course. You're not thinking logically Harry. She wasn't going up there for the same reason as you. That would be impossible. She couldn't possibly…no. She already told you. She's going up for chess. For Merlin's sake get a hold of yourself. She's going up for a bloody game of chess. His last thought was ended with the entrance to Dumbledore's office and Professor McGonagall's voice, "Surely, you're not going to stand there all night, Harry."

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Professor Dumbledore was sitting in front of his fire place facing the opposite direction when Harry and McGonagall walked in. Fawkes, however, squealed with excitement.

"What is it, Fawkes?" He gave another squeal, "Ah visitors?" Albus got up from his chair and turned towards his two guests, "Harry glad you could make it, Minerva, always lovely to see you."

She gave a nod and walked over to Fawkes, "Hello Albus and hello to you Fawkes." She gently stroked the top of his head; he let out a melodic hum, and flapped his beautiful wings. He always had like Minerva.

"Albus may I have a word for one moment?"

"Of course. If you will excuse Professor McGonagall and I for a moment Harry." He just have a nod and sat in one of Professor Dumbledore's chairs.

Minerva followed Albus into another room of his chambers silently. "What's wrong, Minerva?"

"You haven't told him yet." Her eyes piercing his.

"I was going to let him find out on his own. I'm sure he'll be able to put two and two together Mi__"

"No, I don't want him finding out like that Albus," she played the conversation out loud, " 'That's me Harry. Who's that woman sharing my bed? Oh well, that's only Professor McGonagall.' Absolutely not. You will tell him BEFORE we view the memory, Albus."

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Harry was getting a little impatient, "Can you excuse us for a moment? More like an hour." He said under his breath.

"Oh, don't get impatient, Harry," Phineus called out to him, "They're probably just snogging. HAHA!"

Snogging? No way. "Phineus, I highly doubt it."

"It was a joke Harry! Calm down. And I apologize for whatever naughty images of Professor McGonagall I have put into your mind. HAHA!"

"God! Phineus, I hadn't had any. Now I do though, thanks a lot."

He had no idea what he was soon to be in store for.

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He had to chuckle to the way she played the conversation. Lowering her voice to be him. It was quite amusing.

"Albus, what's so funny? I don't think this situation is funny at all. Do you know how awkward this is for me to know that he's going to see this memory, let alone me being there?" Her voice was in a shrill whisper.

"Minerva, Calm down."

"Oh! Don't 'Minerva, calm down' me, Albus! I'm serious; this has gotten me out of___"

She was cut off by his lips. He hadn't kissed her in, Merlin knows how many years. He didn't deepen the kiss, in fear of what she was going to do after they parted. He cut it short, for caution.

Her eyes were still closed when he broke the kiss. He wasn't sure but he thought he had heard a groan of disappointment come from her when it stopped. Her eyes opened her stare soft.

He was still and silent, getting ready for a swift slap in the face. She was shocked, utterly and completely shocked.

"Albus," she looked down, locking her eyes on the ground, "I'm shocked."

"You are not angry with me, Minerva?"

"Of course I'm angry," she threw her glare up at him. Her stare burning into his.

Here it comes. He clenched his teeth, and contorted his face, awaiting the hit. She knew what he was doing; she couldn't help but to laugh.

"Oh hahahaha!"

He opened one eye at a time, relaxing his face. Was she… laughing? "Haha! Oh Albus, I'm not going to hit you! Haha oh hahah!"

He started laughing hysterically himself, "Oh good. I thought for sure I was in for it."

"Haha Oh no. I was angry that you stopped, not because you started. After all Albus, we are still married."

He shot up one eye brow, "Well then, " He grabbed her by the waist this time and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, but this time she pushed him off frantically.

"Oh no! Albus! Harry is still waiting out there!"

"Yes of course!"

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"Here they come my boy!" Phineus called out.

"It's about bloody time," he said so low so no one would hear.

Harry stood up anxiously. "Well Harry, before we start there is something Professor McGonagall and I feel we need to tell you…"

Hahaha yes I'm stopping it here :D

*ducks* don't kill me.

Ohh Twistttt haha