Chapter 6
Disturbing the Magic
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Harry and Ron had just arrived at the school, and, instead of going to the feast, they decided to take a walk. Harry felt sick, after having devoured a few too many Chocolate Frogs on the train, and Ron said he didn't want to see anyone while his eyebrows were singed (he had spectacularly lost a game of exploding snap, and was definitely worse for it). Talking softly, in case any professors were around, they walked slowly towards the lake, just in case Harry decided he needed to be sick. Ron saw something gold in the grass, and bent down to pick it up. On standing up, he looked at Harry, who was standing stock-still. "Ah, Harry? You're not going to be sick are you, 'coz we're pretty...", he followed the direction of Harry's gaze, and was nearly sick himself. There, under a tree, were the two definite forms of Professor Snape, and McGonagall, doing what could only be described as snogging. "Bloody hell, McGonagall and Snape?!", said Ron loudly, his voice carrying, and the two sprang apart, both blushing furiously. "Potter. Weasley, what are you doing here? No, don't explain... 50 points from Gryffindor ... each. Now follow me, and don't gape like that at me Weasley", McGonagall stood up briskly, brushing the grass off her robes, and started towards the castle, pushing the boys ahead of her as she walked. She was shell shocked. She felt like a schoolgirl again, and she was unnerved by it. Yet here she was, a grown woman, and she had been caught out by students. Students that she taught on a regular basis. Minerva scolded herself mentally. I should have been more careful. No, I should never have really even thought about it, much less done it. I was just very emotional, and needed some support. This means nothing. Nothing.
She left Snape in her wake, and he was furious with himself, with her, and especially the boys. Why did they have to interrupt? It was so good; him, her, together. A match made in Heaven, or was it Hell? It was like tasting the forbidden fruit, so very obviously forbidden, but so sweet, luscious and tempting that resistance was almost impossible. In fact, he had proved it was impossible. And those kids... Potter, the obnoxious prat, so like his father who dared to constantly defy him, and that disgrace of a wizard Weasley, so poor that he couldn't afford to buy himself a new pair of socks unless he scrimped and saved for at least 6 months. They had ruined his intimate moment with the one woman who understood him, and they had taken her away in a cloud of confusion, bitterness and regret. Their moment had been blackened; made impure by the interruption, and he was now in a foul mood. Damn them... damn them to hell. He got up from the ground, brushed off his robes, and went to join his fellow teachers for the Start of Term Feast, trying to keep Minerva off his mind.
There you go guys.... Chappie 6, thanks to all my reviewers, please keep r&r ing, I can't get enough!!!
Disturbing the Magic
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing. Great.
Harry and Ron had just arrived at the school, and, instead of going to the feast, they decided to take a walk. Harry felt sick, after having devoured a few too many Chocolate Frogs on the train, and Ron said he didn't want to see anyone while his eyebrows were singed (he had spectacularly lost a game of exploding snap, and was definitely worse for it). Talking softly, in case any professors were around, they walked slowly towards the lake, just in case Harry decided he needed to be sick. Ron saw something gold in the grass, and bent down to pick it up. On standing up, he looked at Harry, who was standing stock-still. "Ah, Harry? You're not going to be sick are you, 'coz we're pretty...", he followed the direction of Harry's gaze, and was nearly sick himself. There, under a tree, were the two definite forms of Professor Snape, and McGonagall, doing what could only be described as snogging. "Bloody hell, McGonagall and Snape?!", said Ron loudly, his voice carrying, and the two sprang apart, both blushing furiously. "Potter. Weasley, what are you doing here? No, don't explain... 50 points from Gryffindor ... each. Now follow me, and don't gape like that at me Weasley", McGonagall stood up briskly, brushing the grass off her robes, and started towards the castle, pushing the boys ahead of her as she walked. She was shell shocked. She felt like a schoolgirl again, and she was unnerved by it. Yet here she was, a grown woman, and she had been caught out by students. Students that she taught on a regular basis. Minerva scolded herself mentally. I should have been more careful. No, I should never have really even thought about it, much less done it. I was just very emotional, and needed some support. This means nothing. Nothing.
She left Snape in her wake, and he was furious with himself, with her, and especially the boys. Why did they have to interrupt? It was so good; him, her, together. A match made in Heaven, or was it Hell? It was like tasting the forbidden fruit, so very obviously forbidden, but so sweet, luscious and tempting that resistance was almost impossible. In fact, he had proved it was impossible. And those kids... Potter, the obnoxious prat, so like his father who dared to constantly defy him, and that disgrace of a wizard Weasley, so poor that he couldn't afford to buy himself a new pair of socks unless he scrimped and saved for at least 6 months. They had ruined his intimate moment with the one woman who understood him, and they had taken her away in a cloud of confusion, bitterness and regret. Their moment had been blackened; made impure by the interruption, and he was now in a foul mood. Damn them... damn them to hell. He got up from the ground, brushed off his robes, and went to join his fellow teachers for the Start of Term Feast, trying to keep Minerva off his mind.
There you go guys.... Chappie 6, thanks to all my reviewers, please keep r&r ing, I can't get enough!!!