Day 6: A Mess
"Get out," Albus hissed slowly.
"So the almighty headmaster finaly loses for once," Greg responded with an evil grin.
"Oh no, this is only the beginning. You won't win. You forget just who I am."
Greg walked slowly towards the door, and put his hand on the knob. He slowly turned around, and faced Albus again, only to put in one more cruel word. "Which is what? A loser? Coward? Both?" a wicked smile flashed across his face, and he left the room before Albus could respond.
Albus took in a deep breath, feeling the heat of the conversation. "He'll die before he hurts her. He'll die"
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Minerva stared quietly in her office, taking an everlasting glance at the snow covered grounds. Lord her life was a mess. Not perfect like it had seemed for a short time yesterday. It was a full blown mess. She hated Greg. She hated how he had approached her yesterday, and today. She hated how he treated her. She hated his sweet talking. She hated the way he smelled. She hated how he made her senses go all off course. Most of all...she hated how he made her question everything.
For so long, she had been so lonely...only now did she realize exactly how lonely she really was. Years without a touch, or even so much as a tremble. Then all of a sudden, she could have it all. But Greg wasn't the one, she knew. If there ever was a "one", he wasn't it. There was only one person she had ever truly wanted...truly with every single cell that she possessed. If only.
Though Greg...he offered what she had always wanted. Even if the consequences could be for a month, or a year, or a day, it didn't matter. He had what she needed, if nothing else, he had it physically. She was so desperate for it, she longed for it. She mentally slapped herself. She wasn't just waiting for someone to gallavant around her rooms with her. She wasn't even waiting for someone to sweep her off her feet, though it may be a plus, she was waiting for love. Love from that "one" special person. "mmmmm," she whispered, how that man just made her melt at the seams. His wonderful, warm touch, the way that crooked nose made her want to know every single angle and ridge of his body. Then, that one special moment, when they said goodbye, "Before they see us."
So many erotic thoughts came to her in that single sentence. It reminded her of her much younger days, when she was in school, sneaking around for some fun.
It reminded her of her of what she had always wanted to happen. 'It just isn't fair,' she concluded, 'And what's worse, I can't talk to Albus about it. He doesnt' understand. He acts as if...he's proposed to me or something. He...won't listen.'
She shuddered. Lord that hurt, to think about it. Albus.....wouldn't.....listen. Her Albus, her best friend, to whome she could always confide in. He wouldn't listen.
She felt tears well up in her eyes. That simple sentence hurt more...than she had ever hurt in her life.
"Minerva?" she heard a deep, melodical voice call in.
She turned sadly, she knew who it was. "Greg."
He studied her for a few seconds. But...he didn't seem to be looking at her like he had been. Like he had suddenly gotten a real human instinct. Like he really cared. "What's wrong?"
"You shouldn't be here," she whispered.
"True, but still, you should tell me what's bothering you. It's the Christmas holidays, act joyous."
"I'm afraid today is not my day to be happy, thank you very much. Now leave."
"I need to talk to you first."
"What about?"
"Dumbledore. He and I had a very interesting chat just now."
"About what?"
"You and I."
"What did you say to him?" she looked at him with a grimace.
He moved in closer to her, putting his hands on her shoulders gently. "I know that I've been unforgivably rude to you both today, and yesterday. I am beyond sorry, truly. I also know that you...don't really know what to do with me; I should have approached you differently. But if you'll have a go...I'd be getting all I want for Christmas. What Dumbledore said, " he paused, wanting the impact to be plentiful, "is that he approves of us having a relationship."
She stared at him. He had seemed sincere, actually, this was quite a change. He seemed wonderfully sincere, he meant it, she could tell. What made it even better, was that very last, simple sentence. "he approves of us having a relationship." A smiled twitched at the end of her mouth.
"Why...did you come to me like you did, both today, and yesterday? Why didn't you just say what you're saying now?"
"I was thinking that he might take you away...before I ever had a chance."
"Why?"
"Can you not see the look in his eyes when he's staring at you? Lust would be the word, definately. I didn't want you to get hurt by him."
"Albus? Hurt ME?"
"He has it in for you Minerva. Can you not see it in his eyes?"
"I've...never looked," she whispered, slowly being drawn into his soft spoken words.
"It's there, it's always been there," he whispered. His body came closr to hers. She could felt the warmth of his skin, the heat of his breath.
"Will you?" she asked quietly.
"Will I what?"
"Be there?"
She felt his gaze on her, no longer eyeing her with a determined look. This time, his eyes told her that he was looking at her with kindness; and perhaps love. He lifted her chin gently, his dark eyes, making contact with her green ones. "Always," he smiled warmly, and kissed her softly. So soft, it was barely even a flutter...they departed, and stared. Lord, he looked so handsome. She couldn't stand it, if she was stuck with him, she would give all she had. She lifted her head higher, and felt the full force of his body against hers. "Always," he said again, and kissed her. It was deep, too deep for a second kiss, but God it felt good.
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James watched closely, feeling no guilt for what he was doing. Peeves had tipped him off, saying that there was a possibility of good happenings that day. Of course, he didn't need Peeves to TELL him, he knew there was bound to be a few good, well, entertaining events that day.
What had Peeves sad? Talaris, AND Dumbledore? This was getting good. Perhaps a bit sickening, but good.
He stared intently, as his two professors kissed. 'Well, I know he wasn't lying about Talaris.' He turned as he saw them sucking eachother's mouths out. He could stand kissing, but not that sort of action...just way too sickening.
"James?"
His insides dropped, and died as he turned. "P-p-p-rofessor Dumbledore sir."
"What are you doing?"
"Just...I was just asking Professor McGonagall a question."
"That's not what it looks like to me. You've been outside that door for five minutes. Seems to me, that you're doing some sneaking around."
James gulped. He had been watching him for some minutes. How was he going to find his way out of this one?
"Well, I was waiting for Professor McGonagall and Talaris to stop um...talking."
"Very well, then I will go and...stop them."
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Albus walked into the office, he didn't want a student to be around when he talked to Minerva. He needed to tell her what was going on, he needed to confess everything.
His gaze immediately turned towards the couple in the corner, for a few seconds, he forgot to blink. There he was, touching his Minerva. Moving his hands all over, and in broad daylight none the less. It was almost too sickening to bare. He had won...he had her. Through some dimlight, he found the strength to speak. "A-hem, Professor McGonagall."
The two of them stopped, and looked towards him. Minerva's face, a bright pink, and Greg's with a broad smile as if saying, "I told you so."
None of them spoke, the situation was odd enough. Greg stepped forward, obvously not seeing James. "Can I help you with something, D-U-M-B-L-E-D-O-R-E?"
"Minerva has a student waiting."
"Well, well, someone has a spy now?" Greg said, as he looked over Albus's shoulder.
"What do I need a spy for, when I know what you're doing?"
"So he can tell you how bad it is? So you'll know that she's too good for you?"
"You just are too blind to tell who's good for her, and who's not."
"I may be blind, but at least my life isn't short lived. And I've won. What is that phrase? I see said the blind man?
"I'll bet. Once you've slept with her, you'll drop her like a snitch on a quidditch field."
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Minerva looked from one to the other. 'oh God, what's happening. And infront of a student.'
"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU! Leave this place, NOW before I turn you both into frogs!" she screamed.
They both quit bickering immediately, and looked at her in shock. They didn't move, just stared.
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR! GET THE HELL OUT!"
They both grimaced at eachother, and left. James followed after the two.
She breathed in deeply. "Mr. Potter?"
He turned and looked at her with sheer dread. "Yes P-Professor?"
"Please, if you have any respect for me, or any of your teachers...please, don't tell anyone," she sniffed up a tear that had begun to fall, "I'll give you thirty points if you don't."
James nodded, and left. Minerva watched him leave, knowing for certain if her life wasn't a mess before, it sure as hell was one now.
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and the tables turn? Greg a good actor? Albus a wreck? Rumors around the castle? Just how many problems shall be entered? bwahahaha, it's anyones guess! dont worry.
Update soon? yes! my goal is 3 updates a week, reviews before the weekend may be nice. But I do this for fun...so what do I care about the reviews.
"Get out," Albus hissed slowly.
"So the almighty headmaster finaly loses for once," Greg responded with an evil grin.
"Oh no, this is only the beginning. You won't win. You forget just who I am."
Greg walked slowly towards the door, and put his hand on the knob. He slowly turned around, and faced Albus again, only to put in one more cruel word. "Which is what? A loser? Coward? Both?" a wicked smile flashed across his face, and he left the room before Albus could respond.
Albus took in a deep breath, feeling the heat of the conversation. "He'll die before he hurts her. He'll die"
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Minerva stared quietly in her office, taking an everlasting glance at the snow covered grounds. Lord her life was a mess. Not perfect like it had seemed for a short time yesterday. It was a full blown mess. She hated Greg. She hated how he had approached her yesterday, and today. She hated how he treated her. She hated his sweet talking. She hated the way he smelled. She hated how he made her senses go all off course. Most of all...she hated how he made her question everything.
For so long, she had been so lonely...only now did she realize exactly how lonely she really was. Years without a touch, or even so much as a tremble. Then all of a sudden, she could have it all. But Greg wasn't the one, she knew. If there ever was a "one", he wasn't it. There was only one person she had ever truly wanted...truly with every single cell that she possessed. If only.
Though Greg...he offered what she had always wanted. Even if the consequences could be for a month, or a year, or a day, it didn't matter. He had what she needed, if nothing else, he had it physically. She was so desperate for it, she longed for it. She mentally slapped herself. She wasn't just waiting for someone to gallavant around her rooms with her. She wasn't even waiting for someone to sweep her off her feet, though it may be a plus, she was waiting for love. Love from that "one" special person. "mmmmm," she whispered, how that man just made her melt at the seams. His wonderful, warm touch, the way that crooked nose made her want to know every single angle and ridge of his body. Then, that one special moment, when they said goodbye, "Before they see us."
So many erotic thoughts came to her in that single sentence. It reminded her of her much younger days, when she was in school, sneaking around for some fun.
It reminded her of her of what she had always wanted to happen. 'It just isn't fair,' she concluded, 'And what's worse, I can't talk to Albus about it. He doesnt' understand. He acts as if...he's proposed to me or something. He...won't listen.'
She shuddered. Lord that hurt, to think about it. Albus.....wouldn't.....listen. Her Albus, her best friend, to whome she could always confide in. He wouldn't listen.
She felt tears well up in her eyes. That simple sentence hurt more...than she had ever hurt in her life.
"Minerva?" she heard a deep, melodical voice call in.
She turned sadly, she knew who it was. "Greg."
He studied her for a few seconds. But...he didn't seem to be looking at her like he had been. Like he had suddenly gotten a real human instinct. Like he really cared. "What's wrong?"
"You shouldn't be here," she whispered.
"True, but still, you should tell me what's bothering you. It's the Christmas holidays, act joyous."
"I'm afraid today is not my day to be happy, thank you very much. Now leave."
"I need to talk to you first."
"What about?"
"Dumbledore. He and I had a very interesting chat just now."
"About what?"
"You and I."
"What did you say to him?" she looked at him with a grimace.
He moved in closer to her, putting his hands on her shoulders gently. "I know that I've been unforgivably rude to you both today, and yesterday. I am beyond sorry, truly. I also know that you...don't really know what to do with me; I should have approached you differently. But if you'll have a go...I'd be getting all I want for Christmas. What Dumbledore said, " he paused, wanting the impact to be plentiful, "is that he approves of us having a relationship."
She stared at him. He had seemed sincere, actually, this was quite a change. He seemed wonderfully sincere, he meant it, she could tell. What made it even better, was that very last, simple sentence. "he approves of us having a relationship." A smiled twitched at the end of her mouth.
"Why...did you come to me like you did, both today, and yesterday? Why didn't you just say what you're saying now?"
"I was thinking that he might take you away...before I ever had a chance."
"Why?"
"Can you not see the look in his eyes when he's staring at you? Lust would be the word, definately. I didn't want you to get hurt by him."
"Albus? Hurt ME?"
"He has it in for you Minerva. Can you not see it in his eyes?"
"I've...never looked," she whispered, slowly being drawn into his soft spoken words.
"It's there, it's always been there," he whispered. His body came closr to hers. She could felt the warmth of his skin, the heat of his breath.
"Will you?" she asked quietly.
"Will I what?"
"Be there?"
She felt his gaze on her, no longer eyeing her with a determined look. This time, his eyes told her that he was looking at her with kindness; and perhaps love. He lifted her chin gently, his dark eyes, making contact with her green ones. "Always," he smiled warmly, and kissed her softly. So soft, it was barely even a flutter...they departed, and stared. Lord, he looked so handsome. She couldn't stand it, if she was stuck with him, she would give all she had. She lifted her head higher, and felt the full force of his body against hers. "Always," he said again, and kissed her. It was deep, too deep for a second kiss, but God it felt good.
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James watched closely, feeling no guilt for what he was doing. Peeves had tipped him off, saying that there was a possibility of good happenings that day. Of course, he didn't need Peeves to TELL him, he knew there was bound to be a few good, well, entertaining events that day.
What had Peeves sad? Talaris, AND Dumbledore? This was getting good. Perhaps a bit sickening, but good.
He stared intently, as his two professors kissed. 'Well, I know he wasn't lying about Talaris.' He turned as he saw them sucking eachother's mouths out. He could stand kissing, but not that sort of action...just way too sickening.
"James?"
His insides dropped, and died as he turned. "P-p-p-rofessor Dumbledore sir."
"What are you doing?"
"Just...I was just asking Professor McGonagall a question."
"That's not what it looks like to me. You've been outside that door for five minutes. Seems to me, that you're doing some sneaking around."
James gulped. He had been watching him for some minutes. How was he going to find his way out of this one?
"Well, I was waiting for Professor McGonagall and Talaris to stop um...talking."
"Very well, then I will go and...stop them."
*********************************************
Albus walked into the office, he didn't want a student to be around when he talked to Minerva. He needed to tell her what was going on, he needed to confess everything.
His gaze immediately turned towards the couple in the corner, for a few seconds, he forgot to blink. There he was, touching his Minerva. Moving his hands all over, and in broad daylight none the less. It was almost too sickening to bare. He had won...he had her. Through some dimlight, he found the strength to speak. "A-hem, Professor McGonagall."
The two of them stopped, and looked towards him. Minerva's face, a bright pink, and Greg's with a broad smile as if saying, "I told you so."
None of them spoke, the situation was odd enough. Greg stepped forward, obvously not seeing James. "Can I help you with something, D-U-M-B-L-E-D-O-R-E?"
"Minerva has a student waiting."
"Well, well, someone has a spy now?" Greg said, as he looked over Albus's shoulder.
"What do I need a spy for, when I know what you're doing?"
"So he can tell you how bad it is? So you'll know that she's too good for you?"
"You just are too blind to tell who's good for her, and who's not."
"I may be blind, but at least my life isn't short lived. And I've won. What is that phrase? I see said the blind man?
"I'll bet. Once you've slept with her, you'll drop her like a snitch on a quidditch field."
*********************************************
Minerva looked from one to the other. 'oh God, what's happening. And infront of a student.'
"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU! Leave this place, NOW before I turn you both into frogs!" she screamed.
They both quit bickering immediately, and looked at her in shock. They didn't move, just stared.
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR! GET THE HELL OUT!"
They both grimaced at eachother, and left. James followed after the two.
She breathed in deeply. "Mr. Potter?"
He turned and looked at her with sheer dread. "Yes P-Professor?"
"Please, if you have any respect for me, or any of your teachers...please, don't tell anyone," she sniffed up a tear that had begun to fall, "I'll give you thirty points if you don't."
James nodded, and left. Minerva watched him leave, knowing for certain if her life wasn't a mess before, it sure as hell was one now.
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and the tables turn? Greg a good actor? Albus a wreck? Rumors around the castle? Just how many problems shall be entered? bwahahaha, it's anyones guess! dont worry.
Update soon? yes! my goal is 3 updates a week, reviews before the weekend may be nice. But I do this for fun...so what do I care about the reviews.