It was the next day that Poppy and Kylie planned their great attack on Minerva. They were going to make her pay for what she said. AND they were going to make her tell them who she was in love with. For they knew it was someone. After Minerva left the Great Hall for midday lessons with Dumbledore, they snuck after her. They went quietly so as not to be heard by Minerva. Poppy lead Kylie after Minerva, trying very hard to contain the laughter as to what they were about to do. It was indeed a funny but great plan.

Minerva entered the Transfiuguration room and did exactly what they'd been hoping she'd do. Minerva closed the door so it was only open a crack. This would provide great cover when they unleashed the plan. Dumbledore and Minerva greated each other with a hello and a warm smile as Poppy and Kylie watched from the doorway. Poppy nudged Kylie and handed she handed her her wand. " All ready then? One.... two.." Poppy was about to cast the spell. " Wait! We've gotta wait for the perfect moment. Plus I want to see what it is that shes practicing in here all the time. She practically lives here for heavens sake. So lets just wait a moment. "

The two girls crouched at the crack in the door, watching intently. " So Minerva, have you been reading that book I gave you?" Dumbledore asked. Minerva was sitting with her hip resting on the desk that Dumbledore sat behind. They heard Minerva laugh. " Of course. I never put the thing down." Dumbledore sat in his normal regal pose with his elbows on the desk and his fingertips together, peering at his over his half moon spectecles. He nodded and smiled. " Good good. I'd thought as much when I gave it to you. Now. Have you reached that one spell... um I can't remember the name as of right now but it's the very complex one that can turn humans into animals or very large objects into animals or vice versa?"

Minerva thought a moment. " You mean Versia Tronata? Yes I've studied that one. " Dumbledore grinned. " Of course you have. I'd like you to try it. I want you to turn my desk into, a bird." Minerva's jaw dropped. " Right now? It takes alot of concentration to do." Dumbledore nodded. "What better time than the present? C'mon Minerva I know you can do it. At least show me the wrist movement."

Minerva pulled her wand out of her robes pocket and Dumbledore took everything off his desk with a flick of his wrist and a hand gesture. The few things floated over across the room and set themselves on the floor. Dumbledore went and stood next to Minerva. She strained her brain to remember the movement. It had been an odd one with alot of swishing and a few flicks. She concentrated on the desk and muttered the spell. Nothing happened. She frowned.

Dumbledore took her hand that held the wand in his wand hand. Minerva shuddered slightly at his touch but allowed his hand to be there. She didn't notice that she became very stiff. He spoke softly and deeply. " Concentrate now. I'm going to guide your hand and your going to say the spell alright?"

There it was. The perfect oppertunity. While Minerva stood with Dumbledore, Poppy whispered 'Rictusempra' and aimed the spell at Minerva. It silently made contact and Minerva began to laugh. For Poppy had cast Rictusempra, which was the tickling charm, on Minerva.

Minerva just started to laugh. She laughed lightly at first, for no apparent reason, then harder and harder. Dumbledore frowned. Why was Minerva laughing? Was there something funny? He didn't seem to think so. But Minerva just kept laughing. Tears streamed from her eyes and she almost fell over. Dumbledore, with his quick reflexes caught her and held her fast in his arms. " Minerva! What on earth is wrong?" But Minerva couldn't stop. Dumbledore grew concerned. He braced Minerva against his chest held her there with one arm as her pulled out his wand with the other. Taking a guess he muttered the countercurse to Rictusempra and immediatly, Minerva stopped laughing.

It was almost as though she were snapping back to realitly. Suddenly her legs collapsed and Dumbeldore caught her again, then held her fast. She wobbled as though she stood on legs made of jelly. Kylie had cast the Jelly legs curse on her. This finally became too much for the two and they had to run away because it was too funny and they didn't want to get caught for fits of hysterical laughter.

Finding he couldn't hold her up, Dumbledore scooped her up in his arms and peered at her oddly. " Minerva! What is happeneing to you? One minute your laughing as though you'll never stop and the next you can't even stand up."

Minerva stared up at her 'rescuer'. She couldn't concentrate on anything but him, not even her jelly like legs. Waves of intense heat burned through her like fire and she found that it felt very good to be held as such.

-----Now to fully understand where this is coming from we must go back. Back to when things first started happening. You also must understand both people's point of view. And their thoughts. SO here we go. ------

Dumbledore shook his head vigourously. He had to stop. She was a student for Merlin's sake. It would be unethical for him to have a realtionship with her not to mention....oh WHY was he thinking about this?! He put his head in his hands and sat, thoughts of a beautiful creamy skined black haired girl kept creeping into his mind. Her over green emerald eyes; her lovely red lips; her soft, creamy white skin. GREAT MERLIN! He couldn't get her out of his head! It's not like he liked her, well as more than a friend.... ' But,' said the reasonable part of his mind that often betrayed him,' if she is nothing more than this, why is it you cannot stop thinking about her?'

Dumbledore jumped up. He hated that corner of his mind. ' You know, your wrong. You just watch. I'll show you during lessons today what I think of you!' he argued with his mind. What a sad thing he thought to himself. His heart leaped. Lessons! He had lessons with Minerva in... Merlin! she should be here any time. He sat down at his desk, his usual gretting spot, and prepared his mind for the torture and thoughts to come.

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Minerva leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. What was happening to her? Was she some disgusting young female who couldn't keep her mind off her teachers. And by that she meant in the bad way. Evey time she tried to concentrate, an image of Professor Dumbledore laughing or smiling or the sound of his deep, gentle voice distracted her by popping into her head. Lord she was insane. Leaning against a wall, stomach fluttering at the thought of seeing Dumbledore again, thinking of how wonderful and kind, and handsome... " Great Merlin! Get out of my head! " she yelled, unaware of having done so out loud, as she clenched her fists. This was disgusting. Scowling, she steeled her self and walked proudly into the Transfiguration room for her afternoon lessons.

----Now that you see that what is about to happen didn't come out of nowhere, you can better understand. This has been brewing for months and months, and now reaches a boiling point. ----