A/N: Back with another chapter to add. Yes, I know that these Author's Notes aren't really needed but I wish to keep them in place at the beginning and ending of each chapter for a slightly symmetric proportion. So now, a quick sum up. The first chapter was meant to keep close to the book so no flashback was exposed. The second chapter led to the first glimpse of a flashback. With this chapter actions shall be exposed and another flashback added for detail.
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}Flashback{
Giant of a boy knelt on the stairs, he was quickly concealing a cardboard box beneath the folds in his robe. "Sorry..." A girl with square spectacles spoke as he stood, easily towering over her. Grunt of acknowledgement was given before he continued up the staircase. Girl turned to watch him leave, catching only a brief glimpse of the insignia on his robes. A Hufflepuff.
}End of Flashback{
Professor McGonagall reached across the table and laid both of her hands atop one of his. "You remember when we first met?' She asked, gentle smile resting upon her usually stern features.
Hagrid looked down at her hands, both of them easily fit inside one of his with room to spare. "Er...yes. I was headin' upstairs while yeh were going down." He rubbed his thumb over the backs of her hands, reflection of the moment apparant on his face.
She got up from her seat and moved around the table to sit on his lap. She rested her head against his shoulder. "Never did find out what you were hiding." She comments off-handedly, hoping to spark up a conversation about what was being hidden.
"Well, er, doesn' matter now, does it?" He skirted around the topic, gaze shifting down to the woman. He wrapped an arm around her, the image of her settled on his thighs reminding him of a porcelian doll.
"No, I suppose it doesn't." She held his gaze with her own. Despite his roughened, gruff exterior he acted like a soft, cuddly teddy. She chuckled softly at the mental comparison. Face was alight with renewed youth at the childish analogy.
Hagrid was about to pose a question when she shook her head. The question was forgotten as quickly as it was first formed. Minerva reached up and tangled her fingers in the mass of his beard, pulling his face closer to hers. She captured his lips in a quick kiss. "I still find it unfair that you were expelled without being able to present your defense." Her lips brushed over his as she spoke.
She kissed him again, his whiskers tickling her face but not in an unpleasant way. She got up on her knees so that she could enfold his neck within her arms. One of the gamekeeper's hands rested on the the teacher's back, holding her close. Both sets of eyes were closed when a knock resounded on the door. The knock was unanswered, or simply unheard, and had to be repeated before the door was opened.
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A/N: I shall put it on a hold for now. I wish your minds to wonder about whom would interupt a moment such as this and with what news they brought. Perhaps your minds may reach the same conclusion as mine or perhaps a different one altogether. So feel free to review with your opinions while I set about to working on yet another chapter.
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}Flashback{
Giant of a boy knelt on the stairs, he was quickly concealing a cardboard box beneath the folds in his robe. "Sorry..." A girl with square spectacles spoke as he stood, easily towering over her. Grunt of acknowledgement was given before he continued up the staircase. Girl turned to watch him leave, catching only a brief glimpse of the insignia on his robes. A Hufflepuff.
}End of Flashback{
Professor McGonagall reached across the table and laid both of her hands atop one of his. "You remember when we first met?' She asked, gentle smile resting upon her usually stern features.
Hagrid looked down at her hands, both of them easily fit inside one of his with room to spare. "Er...yes. I was headin' upstairs while yeh were going down." He rubbed his thumb over the backs of her hands, reflection of the moment apparant on his face.
She got up from her seat and moved around the table to sit on his lap. She rested her head against his shoulder. "Never did find out what you were hiding." She comments off-handedly, hoping to spark up a conversation about what was being hidden.
"Well, er, doesn' matter now, does it?" He skirted around the topic, gaze shifting down to the woman. He wrapped an arm around her, the image of her settled on his thighs reminding him of a porcelian doll.
"No, I suppose it doesn't." She held his gaze with her own. Despite his roughened, gruff exterior he acted like a soft, cuddly teddy. She chuckled softly at the mental comparison. Face was alight with renewed youth at the childish analogy.
Hagrid was about to pose a question when she shook her head. The question was forgotten as quickly as it was first formed. Minerva reached up and tangled her fingers in the mass of his beard, pulling his face closer to hers. She captured his lips in a quick kiss. "I still find it unfair that you were expelled without being able to present your defense." Her lips brushed over his as she spoke.
She kissed him again, his whiskers tickling her face but not in an unpleasant way. She got up on her knees so that she could enfold his neck within her arms. One of the gamekeeper's hands rested on the the teacher's back, holding her close. Both sets of eyes were closed when a knock resounded on the door. The knock was unanswered, or simply unheard, and had to be repeated before the door was opened.
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A/N: I shall put it on a hold for now. I wish your minds to wonder about whom would interupt a moment such as this and with what news they brought. Perhaps your minds may reach the same conclusion as mine or perhaps a different one altogether. So feel free to review with your opinions while I set about to working on yet another chapter.