Chapter 2: Harry's secret crush
After the whole Mary Sue incident, everyone was a little disturbed, but for the most part absolutely fine. It was a normal day, and Harry, Hermoine, Ron, and Neville (Harry had to remind him where the great hall was.) were all walking to Herbology. During Herbology, they used Diffindo to cut the whomping willow and trim the tentacula. Then they hurried off to history of magic (once again, Neville was late; peeves gave him wrong directions, what a surprise.) and sat staring out the window and passing notes by making paper airplanes out of the notes and putting a locomotion charm on them to fly them across the room. After that was over, they were going to transfiguration, and Harry's legs became wobbly. What would he say to her? How would he hide his love? Could he survive another class period without giving himself away? He didn't know what he was going to do or what was going to happen when he saw the woman of his dreams. They had finally reached transfiguration when he saw her. He froze at her beauty. It was McGonnagal. Beautiful, smart, sophisticated, strict, and sexy were some of Harry's descriptions of her. He loved her plain black robes, her gray hair tied in a bun, her beautiful stern but sweet hazel eyes. He loved how she was out of shape, how her boobs hung, and how her butt sagged. Minerva McGonnagal was the only woman Harry had ever loved. He was absolutely obsessed with her. On his free time, sometimes he ditched Hermoine and Ron to secretly stalk her and take pictures. He would occasional take something of hers to add to his shrine. His shrine of McGonnagal included her hair, fingernail clippings, signature, used gum, and anything else he could find that was linked to her. He kept his shrine in a secret compartment in his trunk. Sometimes he would lock the dormitory door and pray to her. He had imagined them having kids, getting married, and going on their honeymoon. His legs became jelly, and he fell on the ground. His head was spinning and he fainted. He woke up in the hospital wing with his lovers face hovering over him. McGonnagal said
"Are you ok, Harry, dear?"(his heart leapt)
"uhh, Yeah umm I'm fine." He said
"I really like you Harry. Just like your father. Great man he was. You're a great guy, and keep up the good work." Harry, dazed, watched her walk out of the room. The love of his life liked him. She really liked him. Maybe only as a friend, but still, she liked him. Later that night, he went back to the dormitory, and as he lay in his bed, he thought he was the luckiest guy in the world. He fell asleep, and dreamed of him and McGonagall forever together.
After the whole Mary Sue incident, everyone was a little disturbed, but for the most part absolutely fine. It was a normal day, and Harry, Hermoine, Ron, and Neville (Harry had to remind him where the great hall was.) were all walking to Herbology. During Herbology, they used Diffindo to cut the whomping willow and trim the tentacula. Then they hurried off to history of magic (once again, Neville was late; peeves gave him wrong directions, what a surprise.) and sat staring out the window and passing notes by making paper airplanes out of the notes and putting a locomotion charm on them to fly them across the room. After that was over, they were going to transfiguration, and Harry's legs became wobbly. What would he say to her? How would he hide his love? Could he survive another class period without giving himself away? He didn't know what he was going to do or what was going to happen when he saw the woman of his dreams. They had finally reached transfiguration when he saw her. He froze at her beauty. It was McGonnagal. Beautiful, smart, sophisticated, strict, and sexy were some of Harry's descriptions of her. He loved her plain black robes, her gray hair tied in a bun, her beautiful stern but sweet hazel eyes. He loved how she was out of shape, how her boobs hung, and how her butt sagged. Minerva McGonnagal was the only woman Harry had ever loved. He was absolutely obsessed with her. On his free time, sometimes he ditched Hermoine and Ron to secretly stalk her and take pictures. He would occasional take something of hers to add to his shrine. His shrine of McGonnagal included her hair, fingernail clippings, signature, used gum, and anything else he could find that was linked to her. He kept his shrine in a secret compartment in his trunk. Sometimes he would lock the dormitory door and pray to her. He had imagined them having kids, getting married, and going on their honeymoon. His legs became jelly, and he fell on the ground. His head was spinning and he fainted. He woke up in the hospital wing with his lovers face hovering over him. McGonnagal said
"Are you ok, Harry, dear?"(his heart leapt)
"uhh, Yeah umm I'm fine." He said
"I really like you Harry. Just like your father. Great man he was. You're a great guy, and keep up the good work." Harry, dazed, watched her walk out of the room. The love of his life liked him. She really liked him. Maybe only as a friend, but still, she liked him. Later that night, he went back to the dormitory, and as he lay in his bed, he thought he was the luckiest guy in the world. He fell asleep, and dreamed of him and McGonagall forever together.