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NUMBER 41: TRY TO SHOW THE CLASS THE MINERVA MCGONAGALL IS TICKLISH, IN A HANDS ON DEMONSTRATION:

Minerva POV.

"Albus!" I called as I banged open the door to the headmaster's office. I stomped in, my cheeks still blotched red in fury.

Dumbledore looked up at me serenely from his seat behind his desk, blue eyes twinkling. "What on earth is the matter, Minerva?"

"What is the matter? What is the matter? Sirius Black! Sirius Black is the matter!" I ranted, pacing around the room, my emerald green robes billowing around me.

"Do you know what he tried to do to me today?!" I asked furiously, knowing that I probably looked deranged.

"No, but I'm assuming you're just about to tell me, correct?" Dumbledore looked at me, that irritating sparkle in his eyes only growing stronger. When I nod curtly, he motions for me sit down on one of the chairs standing in front of his desk. Trying to reclaim the dignity I had lost only a few minutes ago (during my rather uncharacteristic rant), I sat down with my back straight and head held high.

"It all started about halfway through my lesson with the seventh years…"

Third person POV

"Sirius, what are you doing?!" Remus hissed at the young Black sitting next to him.

"Nothing!" Sirius turned innocent eyes on his boyfriend, laughing at the furious look on his face. "Come on, you're not still angry about the radiator thing, are you?"

"Of course I am! You killed my arse! I'm still in pain." Remus muttered, glaring at Sirius through narrowed amber eyes.

Sirius grinned lewdly. "Are you sure that's not just from last night?"

James snorted, clapping Sirius on the back. "Nice one."

"You didn't get any last night, love." Remus replied, quirking an eyebrow. "And you're not going to be getting any tonight, or tomorrow night. And maybe even for the whole week."

James shook his head at the couple, returning his attention on the red haired beauty sitting in front of him.

"Black! Lupin!" McGonagall came to stand by their desk, nostrils flaring. "Stop talking! Show me the spell you were supposed to be practicing."

Sighing, Remus picked up his wand, waving and flicking it in a complicated motion, all the while reciting a horrendously long incantation. McGonagall raised an eyebrow at the perfect spell, trying not to smile at the nervous young werewolf. "Perfect, Mr. Lupin. Mr Black, your turn."

She turned to Sirius, and was slightly perturbed to see him gazing at her, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. "Black?"

He didn't move.

"Sirius!" Remus hissed, nudging him sharply with an elbow. Sirius jolted out of the trance like state he was in, smiling up at the transfiguration professor.

"Black, perform the spell." McGonagall commanded, lips pursing into a thin line.

"Hmmm…" Sirius murmured, looking up at her through his thick, dark lashes. "I was just wondering, Minnie dear, do you happen to be ticklish?"

McGonagall stared at him, stumped. "Excuse me?!"

"Because," Sirius continued, "you really look ticklish. You know what, I bet you are."

"I assure you, Mr. Black," McGonagall said coldly, "that I am not in the least bit ticklish. Now, the spell?"

"You are, you are, you are!" the silver eyed boy sang, cheeky grin spreading from ear to ear.

"Sirius, stop it!" Remus admonished, although there was a suspiciously amused sparkle in his eyes that told Sirius that he didn't really want him to stop these antics.

"What Moony? I was just wondering; I mean, what normal person wouldn't ponder about the ticklish-ness of one Minerva/Minnie/McGoogles McGonagall?" Sirius asked, shrugging.

James burst into laughter, shaking his head at his best friend. "Potter! Get back to work!" McGonagall snapped fiercely. James' head dropped immediately to his desk, cushioned by his arms as he carried on laughing.

"Black," McGonagall stated, looking as though she wanted nothing more than to smash Sirius' head into the wall, "show me the spell."

"I don't know it." Sirius said bluntly. "But I do know that you're pretty damn ticklish."

"Black-"

The dog Animagus stood up, calling for the class' attention. "Who wants to see me prove that Minnie McGonagall is ticklish?"

All the students burst into cheers… that were immediately silenced when a furious McGonagall turned around to face them, a fire burning in her eyes that threatened imminent death to anyone who dared speak.

During the short moment in which the Gryffindor head of house turned around, Sirius stood up, throwing off Remus' restraining hand on his arm, and tiptoed to his professor.

She whipped around to see Sirius Black standing behind her, waggling his fingers at her. "What on earth are you doing, Black? Sit down right now! Otherwise detention!" McGonagall backed away as Sirius stepped forward, fingers inching closer to her stomach. "Five points from Gryffindor! Black, sit down!"

"Oh come on, Minnie. Just let me see whether you're ticklish or not." And with that Sirius jumped forward, tickling her stomach. "Black!" She attempted to push him away, going quite red in the face as Sirius continued to assault her.

But she didn't laugh.

Or squirm.

Or even giggle.

Not once.

It looked like Sirius had gotten his answer. "SIRIUS BLACK! WHAT THE DEVIL DO YOU MEAN BY THIS? I AM NOT AND NEVER WILL BE TICKLISH! NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

Sirius stared at her rage-filled face for a few seconds before practically flying out of the classroom, with Professor McGonagall's shrieked threats echoing behind him.

Minerva POV.

"You see, Albus? This boy is out of control!" I said vehemently.

Dumbledore looked at me through his half-moon glasses, smiling serenely. "Now, now, Minerva, I'm sure it was just a little bit of fun."

"Fun?!" I screeched. "How is that fun?!"

"Minerva, calm yourself." Dumbledore admonished lightly. "I shall talk to the boy." He clasped his hands together on the desk, beaming at me. "Send him here."

I could tell immediately that Dumbledore was probably thinking to congratulate the young idiotic Black, but I sighed and stood from my seat. I nodded at him curtly, walking out of the room with as much dignity as possible.

Third person POV

The Marauders were lounging in the common room, Remus and James playing Chess, with James winning (Chess was the only thing he could beat Remus at, apart from Quidditch) and Sirius and Peter watching.

Professor McGonagall stepped into the portrait hole, nostrils flaring as she found the young man she required. "Black!"

Sirius jumped, head whipping around to meet McGonagall's furious eyes. "Oh Minnie, I'm delighted to see you! I was waiting and waiting for you! I thought you would never come! My dear-"

"Black, the Headmaster would like to see you in his office. Now."

Sirius' eyebrows rose, but he said nothing as he stood, winking at Remus in the process. Wordlessly, he walked to McGonagall, following her out of the common room and towards Dumbledore's office.

Minerva POV.

"Here he is, Professor." I opened the door, pushing Black into the room. Closing the door behind me, I stepped in, waiting to see what Dumbledore would say to him.

"Minerva, if you just step outside for a few minutes…" Dumbledore said the statement like he would a question, but I knew that it was order. I stared at the two men for a few seconds before turning on my heel and walking out, making sure to slam the door behind me as I went.

What Dumbledore says to Sirius will be seen in the next oneshot : 'NUMBER 49&50: Tell Dumbledore that he finds his long, long beard incredibly erotic... and then attempt to stroke it seductively', and that will be the last chapter!

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