When I knocked on her door, McGonagall smiled tightly while thinning her
lips. She was wearing the most ridicules hat I had every seen, a forest
green snug fitting beanie with a slight cap in front and little ribbons
holding it tight to her head. The bow at the bottom cutting slightly into
her goose like neck folds. I would have cringed, but next to the scene I
had just left it was almost arousing. She tutted and looked down at me with
clear disapproval. "This, Potter, is exactly what I knew would happen. Why
you couldn't have just chosen me to start with I'll never know."
She stepped back to offer entrance and I was immediately warmed by the very Gryffindor atmosphere. Her fire was roaring in the corner and her walls where a patterned Red and Gold of tapestries. When I removed my shoes the carpet was thick and warm and felt like cotton. She transfigured the couch by the fire into a single bed and wandered over to a bench to make me tea.
Sighing in relief I sat down on the bed and placed my outer robe (with still shrunken trunk) onto the couch opposite for the morning. Sipping tea across from her while staring into the fire we conversed for a few hours. She really was a comfort. I explained in edited detail what had happened at Hagrids hut and she turned a vivid shade of red and quickly changed the topic. We talked about school and her teaching career and other safe topics that where equally impersonal before I must have fallen asleep. The last thought before nodding off was that there didn't seem to be any doors, and I had no idea where her rooms would be. The foreign feeling of being tucked in sending me into a dream state.
My dreams where filled with moving bodies, unrecognisable and faceless, but covered with shimmering soft skin and a slight sheen of sweat. As is the nature of a 17 year old boy, the dream was able to forget the horrors witnessed a few hours prior and concentrate in on much more delicious things. A swirl of movement and a tingling sensation was all I could define, but I knew what was going on none the less. A back twisting slightly and the feel of hands on my shoulders. A musky sent filling my nostrils and my heart beat raising as the humidity seemed to rise considerably within minutes. Just before I was about to see this mysterious persons face the dream world swirled away so a red and gold room in the light of dawn replaced it. The soft tingling feeling still present below.
Actually, after a good 5 minutes of being half awake on my couch, eyes closed and lingering on the verge of nod, I realised the tingling sensation was more like a tongue. And it was still there. Less a dream like tickling then a very real and noticeable scrape.
My eyes flew open and I stared at the slight mould stirring under my blanket in mounting fear. What was it!?! I whimpered slightly in fear and the length being caressed by a perforated tongue deflated. A slight meow sounded disappointedly thought the thick layers of cloth. My heart beat rose and horrors began to flash through my mind. This had to be a dream, simply had to be! The disgusting and descriptive rumours of Filch and Mrs Norris flashing in my head as I realised I would never be able to hear them with out blushing like a 12 year old girl again. I stretched a shanking hand out to lift the layers and spotted, to my great horror, a very familiar cat nuzzling my most privates, in a contented way, through my pants. The front of my trousers where wet with cat saliva and. . .other things. Two small, round and golden eyes looked up at me and started to purr. The vibrations of that action moving up my spine due to the strategically placed cat throat. I screamed out in horror and shot from my bed. Dislodging the feline in the process and sending her sprawling to the ground with a panicked wait. I clucked my outer cloak towards myself to shield and protect me from the now hissing cat.
Was that Professor McGonagall? Was that Professor McGonagall lovingly licking my nether regions in her cat form all night? Could it be? Surely I was still asleep!
As I watched in mounting fear the cat licked herself clean in seeming nonchalance and then looked up at me with what I can only describe as a cats natural scorn before transforming into my head of house. "Really, Potter. You are quite fond of over reacting. It is only natural for a cat to find the warmest place on it's humans body to sleep. When your emitting that kind of radiation of cause the animal will settle there." Her voice was steady and unashamed and she looked condescendingly down at me as she untied her little cap, hair under neither it still in a tight bun.
"But that was you! Not some cat!" I couldn't believe my ears at her laughter. I tight little chuckle as if a first year had just asked why they could not just transfigure paper into money. That teacherly giggle of 'how stupid could you get?' Apparently she was not responsible for her actions as a cat. It was perfectly normal for her psyche to change when in a differently composed brain. Apparently I was over reacting again. I was being a silly teen age boy. Where did I think she slept if not on the couch? Didn't I realise how much more comfortable it was to sleep in cat form?
Well. . .apparently I was leaving. I threw my cloak on and fled form the room. Hopefully I would be able to forget that my Transfiguration teacher seemed to think it was fine to nuzzle my family jewels while I slept.
She stepped back to offer entrance and I was immediately warmed by the very Gryffindor atmosphere. Her fire was roaring in the corner and her walls where a patterned Red and Gold of tapestries. When I removed my shoes the carpet was thick and warm and felt like cotton. She transfigured the couch by the fire into a single bed and wandered over to a bench to make me tea.
Sighing in relief I sat down on the bed and placed my outer robe (with still shrunken trunk) onto the couch opposite for the morning. Sipping tea across from her while staring into the fire we conversed for a few hours. She really was a comfort. I explained in edited detail what had happened at Hagrids hut and she turned a vivid shade of red and quickly changed the topic. We talked about school and her teaching career and other safe topics that where equally impersonal before I must have fallen asleep. The last thought before nodding off was that there didn't seem to be any doors, and I had no idea where her rooms would be. The foreign feeling of being tucked in sending me into a dream state.
My dreams where filled with moving bodies, unrecognisable and faceless, but covered with shimmering soft skin and a slight sheen of sweat. As is the nature of a 17 year old boy, the dream was able to forget the horrors witnessed a few hours prior and concentrate in on much more delicious things. A swirl of movement and a tingling sensation was all I could define, but I knew what was going on none the less. A back twisting slightly and the feel of hands on my shoulders. A musky sent filling my nostrils and my heart beat raising as the humidity seemed to rise considerably within minutes. Just before I was about to see this mysterious persons face the dream world swirled away so a red and gold room in the light of dawn replaced it. The soft tingling feeling still present below.
Actually, after a good 5 minutes of being half awake on my couch, eyes closed and lingering on the verge of nod, I realised the tingling sensation was more like a tongue. And it was still there. Less a dream like tickling then a very real and noticeable scrape.
My eyes flew open and I stared at the slight mould stirring under my blanket in mounting fear. What was it!?! I whimpered slightly in fear and the length being caressed by a perforated tongue deflated. A slight meow sounded disappointedly thought the thick layers of cloth. My heart beat rose and horrors began to flash through my mind. This had to be a dream, simply had to be! The disgusting and descriptive rumours of Filch and Mrs Norris flashing in my head as I realised I would never be able to hear them with out blushing like a 12 year old girl again. I stretched a shanking hand out to lift the layers and spotted, to my great horror, a very familiar cat nuzzling my most privates, in a contented way, through my pants. The front of my trousers where wet with cat saliva and. . .other things. Two small, round and golden eyes looked up at me and started to purr. The vibrations of that action moving up my spine due to the strategically placed cat throat. I screamed out in horror and shot from my bed. Dislodging the feline in the process and sending her sprawling to the ground with a panicked wait. I clucked my outer cloak towards myself to shield and protect me from the now hissing cat.
Was that Professor McGonagall? Was that Professor McGonagall lovingly licking my nether regions in her cat form all night? Could it be? Surely I was still asleep!
As I watched in mounting fear the cat licked herself clean in seeming nonchalance and then looked up at me with what I can only describe as a cats natural scorn before transforming into my head of house. "Really, Potter. You are quite fond of over reacting. It is only natural for a cat to find the warmest place on it's humans body to sleep. When your emitting that kind of radiation of cause the animal will settle there." Her voice was steady and unashamed and she looked condescendingly down at me as she untied her little cap, hair under neither it still in a tight bun.
"But that was you! Not some cat!" I couldn't believe my ears at her laughter. I tight little chuckle as if a first year had just asked why they could not just transfigure paper into money. That teacherly giggle of 'how stupid could you get?' Apparently she was not responsible for her actions as a cat. It was perfectly normal for her psyche to change when in a differently composed brain. Apparently I was over reacting again. I was being a silly teen age boy. Where did I think she slept if not on the couch? Didn't I realise how much more comfortable it was to sleep in cat form?
Well. . .apparently I was leaving. I threw my cloak on and fled form the room. Hopefully I would be able to forget that my Transfiguration teacher seemed to think it was fine to nuzzle my family jewels while I slept.