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. If you enjoy Minerva and Albus stories, I have two on going multi-chapter stories, "Head Girl" and "Nurmengard Chains". Check them out if you like these one shots. This one takes place during 5th year. Give the writer some feedback, good or bad. Please review.
Hermione Granger prided herself on being observant and she knew without a shadow of a doubt there was something going on between the Headmaster and her Transfiguration Professor.
Since she had been at Number 12 with the rest of the Weasley Family, she had made it her mission to find out what was going on, but no one else seemed to notice.
That or they were just used to it: the little stares across the room. The flirty under-dialogue. The oh so formal addresses. The under the table caresses.
And she was going to prove it. Stealing the Extendable Ear had been easy. She had written it off as doing something to help her favorite professor, rather than a grave attempt at ease dropping.
(Not that Fred and George would let her forget it if they caught her.)
As the late night Order meeting broke off, the groups of people began to filter out. Hermione sat perched in the closet above the banister, where she knew the Headmaster and his Deputy would exit.
"A moment, Professor?" Dumbledore called out to Professor McGonagall as he finished a conversation with Remus. Through the crack between the floor and door, Hermione saw Professor McGonagall pause near the door. She looked so different away from school.
The Muggle dress was mostly covered by a large emerald green peacoat the showed off a beautiful figure Hermione didn't know she had. Her dark hair was pinned up in a looser French knot than her normal school bun. She leaned on the wall, waiting for the Headmaster to finish.
Once the rest of the people had cleared out, McGonagall smiled slightly at the man. He drew closer to her.
"Hello professor," he said quietly.
"I have Death Eaters to tail, Headmaster," Professor McGonagall said, moving near the door, glancing at him slightly sultrily.
"Is that so, Professor?" was the swift reply.
"I thought I wasn't talking to you," she said and Hermione could perfectly picture her favorite professor's raised eyebrow.
"But Minerva," Dumbledore whined, "you know you can't stay mad at me forever. Whoever would make sure I don't starve to death or get lost on the way to my office?"
"Don't be a child, Albus," McGonagall said, "I thought I told you I was mad at you."
"How about I make it up to you, my dear?"
"This is hardly the time or pla—"
Hermione's eyes widened as the man cut off his Deputy with a kiss. The woman didn't break it and when he pulled back she was glaring at him playfully.
"We're in a house full of people."
"And?"
"That was hardly proper," she snapped, quietly, her eyes glancing behind him. Dumbledore didn't seem to notice, running his hand through her hair, slowly taking out the pins one by one.
"I remember several occasions in your seventh year where you didn't mind much," he said lowly, his pupils dilating. "Where's your sense of fun and adventure, Miss McGonagall?"
"Probably back where she graduated," she said, allowing Dumbledore to kiss her again. This time McGonagall returned it. Just as the kiss grew heated, McGongall broke it, pulling back sharply with a twinkling in her eyes.
Albus looked stunned at the suddenly change and dejected. He sighed and Minerva smirked triumphantly. Flipping her hair out of her face, she glanced back at him from the doorway.
"Talk to Harry and then we'll talk about making it up to me," she said with a raised eyebrow. The moon shadowed from behind her, making her pale skin glow.
"Goodnight, Professor."
The door shut behind her and Dumbledore sighed, chuckling to himself. Hermione waited a moment before exhaling. She began to slowly pull up the Extendable Ear, but not before…
"Good evening, Miss Granger."