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Chapter Fourteen
It was fast approaching mid November and the timing could not be happier for Ronald Weasley.
Yes, today marked indeed a special occasion. A celebratory day, a joyous date in which Ron felt humbled and elated.
Today, was his last detention with Professor McGonagall.
He strode confidently and coyly, swinging his arms back and forth jauntily. He entered the Transfiguration classroom much the same, a stupid smile on his face as he walked up to his teacher. Minerva had her back to him, wiping off the blackboard absentminded; she did like to do it by hand once in a while. What she really enjoyed about doing things by hand was that it gave her the chance to think of Hermione, and how much they had grown as two women together. They had both decided to wait, but still they went to dinner, spent time together reading and talking and laughing. They had kissed, but nothing like that night had been.
"Good evening, Professor!" Ron chimed, smiling widely.
Minerva jumped slightly at Ron's low manly tone, as she had been imagining Hermione's voice in her head. She turned to see him leant against her desk with a toothy grin, his posture that of a typical teenaged boy.
"Good evening, Mr Weasley. Now take a proper seat please..." Minerva demanded sternly.
"Will do!" Ron enthused, swinging off of her desk and into the front row.
He sat heavily in his chair, leaning his elbow on the desk and his head in his hand. Minerva eyed Ronald suspiciously down her nose, raising her brows in confusion as to why the boy was so... happy. And then it hit her; their detentions.
Ending.
Tonight.
Minerva smirked, almost evilly, as she drew her wand from her robe pocket to roll delightfully between her fingers. She paced slowly with wide strides across the width of her classroom in front of Ron, her chin in the air as she gathered her thoughts.
"Mr Weasley..." Minerva began.
"Yo!" Ron replied quickly, leaning onto the back legs of his chair.
Then she was right; He hasn't learnt his lesson after all.
'The moody git', as Hermione liked to call it, had returned in full swing. In fact, the young woman was only telling Minerva yesterday that over the past week Ron's attitude of sly remarks had started once again.
So Minerva decided.
"Tell me, Mr Weasley, what do you think our wise and talented teacher of Divination, Professor Trelawney?"
Ron snorted, leaning forward and rubbing his hand across his mouth.
"Not being funny, but are you talking about the same Trelawney that I'm thinking?" Ron asked.
He began to chuckle horribly, Minerva eyes thinning into slits as she looked upon the jesting boy.
"Sybil Trelawney, head of Divination. A colourful and delightful character." Minerva stated.
Again, Ron snorted, only louder.
"Yeah, colourful alright..."
He rubbed his hands over his face, laughing.
Minerva sighed, smiling as she walked her way to Ron's desk. She set her hands wide apart with perfect precision onto the table and leant forward to become level with the ginger haired boy's eyes, her wand still held threateningly in his hands.
"Do you think you will always be able to treat women in this manner?" Minerva whispered.
Ron's smile faded immediately, bringing his hands to lay flat upon the desk. He looked upon his teacher with wide eyes, reassuring himself he hadn't heard what he thought he had.
"What?" He asked uncertainly.
Minerva inhaled sharply through her nose, her mouth scowling. Beneath her lips, her teeth clenched hard, grinding at the back, completely infuriated. Her eyes were unblinking and bore holes into Ron's as she lifted herself from his desk and pulled herself up to her full height.
"You will continue your detentions until I see fit that you have learnt some form of respect." She said sweetly.
Ron looked dumbfounded, his mouth now hanging open with shock.
"What? I don't... You can't do that..." He said quietly.
"Oh, Mr Weasley. I think you'll find I can." Minerva replied, seating herself behind her desk.
"By tomorrow I expect a 3 foot essay as to why you think you should carry on these detentions." Minerva instructed, placing her spectacles upon the end of her nose.
"3 foot!" Ron exclaimed.
Minerva exhaled audibly.
"Yes, Mr Weasley, 3 foot. Now go." Minerva said shortly, waving her hand toward the door to the classroom.
Ron didn't move an inch, merely stared at his Professor. Minerva looked up at him trying not to laugh at herself.
"I said, go!" She repeated much more sternly.
Ron practically flew out, grabbing his things and running toward the door, slamming it on exit.
She knew that she had to do this for the right reasons; Ron would benefit from learning how to treat a woman right. Finally, Minerva let out a small chuckle.
This is going to be fun.
A/N: Mwahahahaha