Oh yes, Minerva McGonagall could literally hit herself when she, cheeks fiery red, almost ran through the corridors, heading for her bedroom. She didn't want to see anyone. Not now.
She'd never been so embarrassed in her life.
It was not at all unpleasant… my god, had any girl ever said such a double-meaning sentence before? Though, it had been the truth. For some reason, she, Minerva never-touch-me-or-I-bite McGonagall, had quite liked the hand of her teacher on hers.
Quite? That was an understatement, she knew, and she hated it. She had wanted his hand to be there. And she didn't know why.
She didn't have any feelings for him. That she knew for sure- she, who always wanted to do things "the right way", would never think, feel or try something so wrong… In fact, even the thought made her feel sick. Such a thing was… would be… extremely bad and indecent. Would be, of course, because she obviously didn't feel that way…
The strange feeling she'd felt, was probably just puberty. It, that strange thing their friends called "crushes" had never occurred to her, and perhaps this was just the outing of… of hormones.
She had always reprimanded her friends when they were on about "and he is such a hottie" and "I so have a crush on him"… She'd always prided on the fact that no thing as "hormones" would ever guide her… in fact, she'd always wanted to think that she had none!
Stupid, of course, and most probably a lie… and yes, she was probably being abnormal again, but that was the way she felt. The way she had felt, better, because now, she wasn't sure anymore. Was this then a "crush", or was it just the comfortable feeling she'd felt in his quarters, that had made her… Had made her do what?
Flee from his office in a most ridiculous way.
Her cheeks grew darker and darker red- my god, and they already felt as if they were going to explode!
As she sighed, she suddenly noticed that she had stopped walking and now stood still in the middle of the corridor. She had to get away… but she also had to apologize… Now what should she do first?
The decision was fortunately taken for her, for suddenly, she heard running ootsteps coming from behind her, and the next moment a fatigued-looking Albus Dumbledore stood next to her.
"My god, Minerva…" he sighed, leaning his hand against the wall.
"You're going to kill me one of these days!"
Minerva smiled faintly, but the smile did not reach her eyes, and Albus noticed it.
"Oh, listen, Minerva, I owe you another apologize, I think. I am sorry if I scared you, but it truly was an accident. I didn't intend to touch your hand and…"
His voice became softer with every word he said.
"And I would be very sad if this unhappy incident would make you distance from me. For you are an extraordinarily intelligent and nice girl. You are my star pupil… and you're the most challenging chess adversary I have ever met…"
With this, he grinned, but Minerva interrupted him.
"No, Professor, I am the one who has to apologize here. I overreacted and said a stupid thing. I was the one who was wrong and not you! So hereby I apologize: I am sorry. But indeed, our chess games are quite challenging…"
She smiled as well and Albus softly patted her shoulder.
"So I guess we'll just forgive each other."
Minerva nodded, and, almost in unison, they laughed
"I forgive you."
And as Minerva later on finally went to her bed, she fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Hormones?
Forget it!
She'd never been so embarrassed in her life.
It was not at all unpleasant… my god, had any girl ever said such a double-meaning sentence before? Though, it had been the truth. For some reason, she, Minerva never-touch-me-or-I-bite McGonagall, had quite liked the hand of her teacher on hers.
Quite? That was an understatement, she knew, and she hated it. She had wanted his hand to be there. And she didn't know why.
She didn't have any feelings for him. That she knew for sure- she, who always wanted to do things "the right way", would never think, feel or try something so wrong… In fact, even the thought made her feel sick. Such a thing was… would be… extremely bad and indecent. Would be, of course, because she obviously didn't feel that way…
The strange feeling she'd felt, was probably just puberty. It, that strange thing their friends called "crushes" had never occurred to her, and perhaps this was just the outing of… of hormones.
She had always reprimanded her friends when they were on about "and he is such a hottie" and "I so have a crush on him"… She'd always prided on the fact that no thing as "hormones" would ever guide her… in fact, she'd always wanted to think that she had none!
Stupid, of course, and most probably a lie… and yes, she was probably being abnormal again, but that was the way she felt. The way she had felt, better, because now, she wasn't sure anymore. Was this then a "crush", or was it just the comfortable feeling she'd felt in his quarters, that had made her… Had made her do what?
Flee from his office in a most ridiculous way.
Her cheeks grew darker and darker red- my god, and they already felt as if they were going to explode!
As she sighed, she suddenly noticed that she had stopped walking and now stood still in the middle of the corridor. She had to get away… but she also had to apologize… Now what should she do first?
The decision was fortunately taken for her, for suddenly, she heard running ootsteps coming from behind her, and the next moment a fatigued-looking Albus Dumbledore stood next to her.
"My god, Minerva…" he sighed, leaning his hand against the wall.
"You're going to kill me one of these days!"
Minerva smiled faintly, but the smile did not reach her eyes, and Albus noticed it.
"Oh, listen, Minerva, I owe you another apologize, I think. I am sorry if I scared you, but it truly was an accident. I didn't intend to touch your hand and…"
His voice became softer with every word he said.
"And I would be very sad if this unhappy incident would make you distance from me. For you are an extraordinarily intelligent and nice girl. You are my star pupil… and you're the most challenging chess adversary I have ever met…"
With this, he grinned, but Minerva interrupted him.
"No, Professor, I am the one who has to apologize here. I overreacted and said a stupid thing. I was the one who was wrong and not you! So hereby I apologize: I am sorry. But indeed, our chess games are quite challenging…"
She smiled as well and Albus softly patted her shoulder.
"So I guess we'll just forgive each other."
Minerva nodded, and, almost in unison, they laughed
"I forgive you."
And as Minerva later on finally went to her bed, she fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Hormones?
Forget it!