A/N: I just think that, after that first shag, they would have had a hard time keeping their hands off of each other.

Next up is the wedding!

I'm still taking prompts! I am going to try to get through every one of them!

Fiancee

Minerva McGonagall worked with children.

She was often reminded of the fact everytime she had to enter a broom closet, a seemingly deserted classroom, or what should have been an abandoned corridor.

Honestly, did no one remember how to lock a simple door or cast a silencing charm anymore?

She had caught far, far too many couples in the acts of whatever it was that they were doing and frankly, when she opened the door to the second floor broom closet and found Harriet Potter and George Weasley - well, she was quite ready to retire after that.

They hadn't even noticed her for all of thirty seconds in which she was forced to stare at them dumbfoundedly while they were wrapped in one another. One of her legs hitched around his waist, one of his hands gripping at her ribs which were exposed thanks to her discarded shirt, his shirt untucked, his hair disheveled. Minerva wondered briefly how comfortable her bare back had to be against the stone wall. Potter certainly didn't seem to mind.

When Weasley moved a hand to unclasp Potter's bra, Minerva decided to take that moment to make them aware of her presence by clearing her throat.

Potter shrieked, or she would have had Weasley managed to actually untangle his mouth from her's. Instead he pressed the girl further into the wall and held up his middle finger in the direction of the Headmistress.

"Mr. Weasley!"

When the twins had attended Hogwarts, Minerva had always admired their gall. Currently, she found herself fighting off a smile as the boy finally, finally stepped away from Potter and turned his charming smile on her.

"Minnie!" he cried as though she were an old friend that he hadn't seen in ages. "There you are! I've been meaning to stop by your office to see you!"

"I'm sure you have," the Headmistress retorted. "Though you seem rather preoccupied at the moment. How long has this been going on, then?"

"How long have we been together now, darling?" Weasley asked Potter, whose face was buried in her hands. "Five or six months officially by now. Though honestly, in my head, we've been dating for much longer."

"Please, please, just give me my shirt," mumbled Potter.

"Oh, right," said Weasley stooping to hand Potter her shirt which she promptly put on. "By the way, babe- love the new tattoo."

"Shut up!"

"Mr. Weasley, may I remind you that you no longer attend this school," said Minerva, intervening in what was surely to be a lovers quarrel. "I must ask you at once to leave so that Miss Potter can get the rest she needs before classes resume tomorrow."

"Of course, Minnie," grinned Weasley, entirely unfazed by Minerva's tone as he pecked Potter on the lips. "See you later, love."

Walking past the Headmistress, Weasley offered her a small bow which broke Minerva's stoney facade and cause a real smile to grace her features. Minerva watched the boy go, noticing the skip in his step before addressing Potter who remained back against the wall.

"Miss Potter, I suspect this won't be a problem when you are set to take over the Defense position next year like we discussed."

"No ma'am. It won't be."

"Good, good. Now, return to your dorm and don't let this happen again."

But of course it did happen again.

And again, and again, and again.

The next time she found them it was in the corridor outside of the Charm's classroom in the middle of the day of all things. Honestly, didn't the boy have a job now?

The time after that was in the Defense room, and Potter was sprawled across the teacher's desk with Weasley on top of her. Minerva had given them an ear full afterwards and she was certain that this time it had sunk in, but alas no.

A few weeks after that a very disheveled looking Mr. Weasley was found accompanying Potter to breakfast and it quickly became apparent to Minerva that he had spent the night. There was a instant chattering among the faculty table at the new development and Minerva suspected many of them did not know about the couple.

"I say, she ended up with both her parent's preferences, didn't she? A redhead and a prankster-"

"I'm happy for them. She deserves to be happy for a change. They both do-"

"I'm retiring if they ever have children. The Potter and Weasley genes? I don't have a deathwish-"

Minerva, heaving a sigh and racking her brain for some threat she hadn't already given them, stood but before she could approach them there was a mass of explosions happening around the Great Hall. It took Minerva precisely three seconds to figure out that the Weasley boy had set off fireworks yet again and she was fully set on scolding him when they began to form together into something she was certain would be rather profane but when the words Will you marry me were spelled out, Minerva decided just this once she wouldn't interrupt.

Though she would move closer as to interfere if need be and if she happened to hear the proposal a bit better- well, then so be it.

In the midst of the chaos, Weasley had managed to get down on his knee in front of Potter who looked completely taken by surprise.

"I had wanted to make a spectacle of asking you out, but I guess this will have to do," said Weasley pulling a small box out of his pocket. "You've always been a light to me when things seemed dark. When I lost Fred, you guided me out of the darkness and put me back together piece by piece. I love everything about you. I love your stubbornness, your sass, the fact that if anyone can pull one over on me, it's you. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Harriet Lily Potter, will you marry me?"

Somewhere in the middle of Weasley's speech, Potter had started crying and Minerva, having rarely seen Potter so vulnerable after all life had thrown at her, felt her own eyes stinging.

"Yes," said Potter with a small laugh after collecting herself. "Yes, George Weasley, I will marry you."

The Great Hall broke out in applause and cat calls as Weasley and Potter shared a kiss and Minerva watched as Potter wrapped her arms around Weasley's neck, the ring now on her left hand shining brightly. It took nearly half a minute for their kiss to progress into snogging and Minerva decided to step in at that moment should Potter find herself back against the breakfast table.

"Congratulations are in order I suppose," said Minerva, startling the pair apart but being greeted with giddy smiles from them both. "Though, Mr. Weasley, I am beginning to wonder how you keep managing to find your way into the castle undetected."

"Great skill," grinned Weasley. "I've been meaning to do this for weeks now, but I keep finding myself distracted you see. As you well know."

"Yes, well, doing anything with an audience has always been more your style. Deserted broom closets and classrooms don't provide one with that."

"Too right," agreed Weasley, unabashed as Potter blushed. "Say, what are you doing tomorrow night, Minnie? We're planning on finding another broom closet if you want to interrupt."

"George Weasley, if I find you in this castle again without my permission I will ban Hogwarts students from visiting your new Wheezes' branch that you are setting up in Hogsmeade."

"Can I have your permission to snog my fiancee tomorrow then in the second floor broom closet, say around midnight?"

Yes, Minerva worked with children, but they were her children.

And she couldn't be happier.