Chapter 7
"Minerva, Minerva!"
She stopped to see who had been calling her name. Fudge ran up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. He spun her around and kissed her.
"Mmm. What did you want to ask me?" Minerva asked.
Before he spoke, he wrapped his cloak around her to protect her from the winter chill. "I was wondering if you'd like to come spend the holidays at my place. I've asked my parents and they said you could come and all you need to do then is ask yours…" Minerva's face suddenly fell, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing… well it's actually quite big, but my parent's aren't living. They were killed when we were first years. Ever since then Dumbledore has been my legal guardian. But don't tell anyone because I don't want a lot of people knowing." Her face brightened, "on the other hand, I'd love to come to your place for the holidays!"
The knot that had formed in Fudge's stomach because of fear that she wouldn't accept vanished. He pulled her closer (if that was even possible) and she laid her head on his chest smiling. She picked her head up and smiled at him before she moved to rest her lips on his.
"Miss McGonagall!"
Minerva, startled, looked up and then jumped back from Cornelius, who like her, was blushing so much that his face had turned beet red.
"Mr. Fudge! I am surprised at you both," Professor Binns (who at this point was still alive and gave very interesting lectures witch would turn dull a few years later). "None of us would like to witness your, shall we call them 'public displays of affection.'" Then the professor gave them a sly smile, "But you know, I've heard that the empty classroom on the fifth floor right next to the statue of Adam the Frightened works well." He then turned around and walked down the hall.
"That was disturbing," Fudge said, his eyebrows rose.
Fudge's parents were as overjoyed to meet Minerva as he was that she was going to meet his parents.