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A/N: I want to thank those who have reviewed. I know I leave you at such cliffies, but I have always found that cliffhangers are good. You have always leave them wanting more.

Minerva's jaw dropped as she looked around the room. Everything, from the drapes on the window to even the bedspread and sheets on her bed was exactly how it was back in Hogwarts. The bookshelves, her books, her desk, and even the canopy that had hung over her bed were there. She quickly jumped out of her bed and rushed to her closet. Throwing the double doors open, she gasped at seeing all her clothes there. She touched each article of clothing, eyes still wide.

"Wh-what... whe-where...?" Minerva just couldn't piece it together. She distinctly remembered being taken from Hogwarts the previous evening. Students had been screaming, the staff was hystarical, Hagrid had been hit with a spell, Severus had fallen on his arse, and Albus...

Minerva gasped. Albus! If she was really back at the school, he would be there. She quickly raced for the door. Just as she reached for the handle, she stopped short when she heard three powerful knocks on the opposite side. Her heart skipped a few beats.

'Perhaps it's Albus, coming to check on me,' she thought. She opened the door, but her smile disappeared as she let out a short gasp.

"I was hoping you'd be awake, Minerva," Voldemort sneered. He stepped closer to her, causing her to step back a few steps. With an almighty snap of his fingers, her bedroom door closed and locked so she could not escape. She looked hopefully at her windows only to find that they had been barred. 'Cripe, she thought. I'm bloody trapped.'

"You look nice in that nightgown, my dear," he smiled. It was only then that Minerva looked down and saw that she was wearing a long, silk, white nightgown. Her hair was in a long braid in lieu of her usual tight bun. Blushing profusely, she scanned the room and found a robe lying at the foot of her bed. She quickly wrapped it around her and tied it.

'Woah,' she thought. 'This is so emberassing.' She tossed her long, black braid back over her shoulder.

"Where am I?" Minerva hissed.

"You are at my home," smiled Voldemort. Then, with a wave of his hands, he used his magic to bring her into his arms. Placing his arm around her slender waist, he puled her into him and shook his head. "No, my love.... OUR home!"

"What?" squeaked Minerva. She tried desperately to push him away, but his grip was too strong. "I don't live here, I've never wanted to, and I never will! And I am NOT your LOVE!"

"Oh, Minerva," Voldemort chuckled. "Why fight it any longer?" Without waiting for her response, he pressed his lips firmly against hers. When she tried to pull out of the kiss, he placed a strong hands on the back of her head, stopping her from doing so.

Finally, Voldemort pulled back and let her go. He opened his mouth to say something, but was silenced before he could begin by a loud slap. It took him a few shocked seconds to realize that Minerva had slapped him straight across the face.

"How dare you?" she hissed.

"Now, Minerva, that wasn't very nice," he frowned. He took a few steps closer to her, but she proceeded to back up.

"I want my wand back now and I demand that you take me back to Hogwarts this minute," said Minerva.

"Is that any way to thank me for that kiss?" smirked Voldemort. He had finally backed her into a corner.

"There is only one manin the world that I would willingly kiss and you aren't him. Now let me go!"

"Oh, bloody hell, Minerva," Voldemort gaffawed. "Don't tell me you're still going on about that crazy old coot Dumbledore, are you?" He walked over to her barred window. "He doesn't love you, you know? He doesn't appreciate you the way I do. He can't see what a real gem you are!"

"But, unlike you, he doesn't wreak havoc and take pleasure in frightening hundreds of students, even if it means getting what he most desires," shot Minerva. Voldemort turned and glared at her, now shaking with anger.

"So you are still standing by him, Minerva?" he growled. "I go through all this trouble of taking you from that horrible filth of rock, shower you with all the comforts of your possessions, practically throw myself at your feet, and still you deny me the one thing I ask of you in return!"

"Voldemort, stop being such a baby about this!" Minerva shouted, allowing her infamous Scottish temper to show. This was probably not a good thing, she knew, since she was at the mercy of the second most powerful wizard in the world. Minerva knew she had to watch what she said, but she was angry.

"I'm being childish?" frowned Voldemort. "I'm doing all tis," looking around her room, "and you still won't give me the love I want and fully deserve?" He was shouting now, too.

"You are asking me to do the impossible, Tom!" Voldemort cringed at the sound of his given name. "I can't just leave my family and my friends just because you tell me to. And, unlike many other things in your life, you just can't snap your fingers and expect me to forget about my love for Albus and run to your side. I'm not to be at your becking call!" She, too, was shaking. By looking at the both of them, it was hard to tell who was shaking harder.

"It appears you are not thinking clearly, my dear," grumbled Voldemort through gritted teeth. "Why don't you LIE BACK DOWN!" With another wave of his hands, he forced Minerva onto her bed once again, temporarily parallizing her. She snapped out of it and jumped up just in time to see the angry wizard storm out yelling, "I'll expect you at dinner tonight!" She ran for the door, but just missed. It slammed closed and locked.

"TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE, LET ME OUT OF HERE!" she shouted, banging on the door. 'Trapped again,' she thought. She was so angry and scared and confused, she felt she could cry! And she did.

Yes, stern Professor Minerva McGonagall ran to her bed, flung herself on top of it, and for the first time in years, she cried. She cried because she felt powerless and she couldn't even remember the last time she felt that way. Well, with the exception of how she felt for Albus....

Oh, Albus. She issed him so much, possibly more than anyone else. For the next few hours, she cried and yearned for him. She practically beat herself up for not telling him how she felt for him earlier. Now, she never would. Ever! Even if he didn't love her back, at least he would know. And there was always that small chance that he could love her back.

After two or three hours of crying, she began to drift into an uneasy sleep. Just as everything around her began to fade, she whispered the four words that she had wanted to say to him for the past three or four decades.

"I love you, Albus..."

A/N2: Well, another chapter from me, Always Hopeful. I hope you like this. Please review now. It's that small button on the bottom left that reads, "Go!" If you've made it this far, I thank you all. This was definately my most favorite chapter to write so far. Love ya lots for reading. Always Hopeful