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Ian made his way towards the teacher's dormitory. He had been awake sitting beside Cho's bed in the infirmary, listening at the music her body was making. And just being with her calmed him like nothing had before.
Sighing, Ian had stopped in his tracks and felt the wall of the hallway. He was close to his objective when he spotted a familiar scent.
And it came from the room he was headed.
Cringing, Ian found the door and knocked. At once he heard the rustling of cloth and the scurrying of feet. When he heard the soft footfalls nearing him from the other side of the wall the braced himself.
"Well, hello Ian," the voice of Professor McGonnagall greeted him sweetly. Although he could tell that she was out of breath.
"Pleasant morning Professor?" Ian smiled as he asked. He could feel her heat up at the question.
"It is although it's a little too bright for this time in the morning," she said calmly. Smiling, Ian remembered why he was there.
"Professor Dumbledore has called for a meeting in one hour," Ian's smile became devilish. "I could delay the proceedings for another hour so you have two hours to prepare."
"You really don't have to. I can be there in an hour," the Professor blushed.
"I doubt it," Ian smiled as he took her left hand and gently caressed the back of her hand. His smile widened in contentment as he felt a glassy object on her ring finger. "Congratulations, my Lady," he said as he kissed her hand before gently releasing it.
"One hour," he called into her room. "My pardons." Ian turned and left her standing there confused.
"He knew," Minerva McGonnagall sighed as she closed the door.
"Or course he knew," the voice of Alexander called out as he climbed out of her bed wearing nothing but his trousers. "He's a perceptive man. Are you regretting it?" he asked as he took her hands into his.
"Never," Minerva said as Alex bent down and kissed her on her lips.
"Can I ask you a simple question?" Alex smiled.
"Sure," Minerva said as she sat on her bed.
"Why do you keep this illusion that you are an old maid," Alex sighed. "You don't look like this." Suddenly, she felt herself change. She felt her skin smoothen and her hair became fuller. She was magically transformed into a younger version of herself.
"There," Alex smiled. "You look your age. Thirty eight, right?"
"Have you ever learned that asking a lady's age is impolite," Minerva sighed as she pulled away from him. "And I am not that young."
"I don't believe that," Alex smiled.
"We've better get ready," Minerva said but Alex pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss. When they broke it, they were out of breath.
"Let them wait," Alex said and Minerva McGonagall, the strictest teacher in Hogwarts, smiled and pulled him back into a kiss.
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Ian was reaching the hall of the moving staircases when he heard something that concerned him deeply. Running to the hall, he jumped from the fourth floor staircase to the second floor staircase and without pausing, ran towards the infirmary.
Sliding to a halt in front of the infirmary's double doors, Ian opened the doors and walked right in.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Ian bellowed as he walked towards Cho's bed. Cho, surprised in his sudden entrance, gasped and held on to the bed. She was in the act of buttoning her blouse when he came barging in. Blushing, she quickly covered her front with a blanket and glared at the blind man.
"Madam Pomfrey cleared me and I was allowed to attend Dumbledore's meeting," she said with an air of irritation. "Does that irk you?"
"As a matter of fact, it does, my dear Chang," Ian gabbed the edge of the bed and faced her. "You are not well and therefore should not be out of bed."
"Have you got yourself a medical license in order to tell me if I am not fit?" Cho smirked as she finally realized who she was talking to and continued to dress.
"Actually, I do have a medical degree," Ian said in an afterthought. "That's not the point."
"The point is, IAN, that although I appreciate your concern, I do not appreciate you treating me like a helpless damsel," wearing her robes, she looked at his with such venom that he felt it.
"Granted, you are not helpless," Ian said as he leaned on the bed.
"Then, I will see you in the meeting," straightening her robes, she left stomping as she passed him.
"I just don't want to lose you," Ian whispered. Whether Cho heard him was beyond him as he heard her leave the infirmary.
"I do not want to lose anyone ever again," Ian clenched his walking stick and walked slowly to the middle of the room.
"Son of a...!" Ian suddenly punched the floor of the infirmary with such force that the windows shattered and the ground shook. It took him a few minutes to calm himself and when he did, he removed his fist from the floor, leaving a small crater in the middle of the infirmary.
Sighing, Ian left before anyone can inquire.
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End of 19
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Ian made his way towards the teacher's dormitory. He had been awake sitting beside Cho's bed in the infirmary, listening at the music her body was making. And just being with her calmed him like nothing had before.
Sighing, Ian had stopped in his tracks and felt the wall of the hallway. He was close to his objective when he spotted a familiar scent.
And it came from the room he was headed.
Cringing, Ian found the door and knocked. At once he heard the rustling of cloth and the scurrying of feet. When he heard the soft footfalls nearing him from the other side of the wall the braced himself.
"Well, hello Ian," the voice of Professor McGonnagall greeted him sweetly. Although he could tell that she was out of breath.
"Pleasant morning Professor?" Ian smiled as he asked. He could feel her heat up at the question.
"It is although it's a little too bright for this time in the morning," she said calmly. Smiling, Ian remembered why he was there.
"Professor Dumbledore has called for a meeting in one hour," Ian's smile became devilish. "I could delay the proceedings for another hour so you have two hours to prepare."
"You really don't have to. I can be there in an hour," the Professor blushed.
"I doubt it," Ian smiled as he took her left hand and gently caressed the back of her hand. His smile widened in contentment as he felt a glassy object on her ring finger. "Congratulations, my Lady," he said as he kissed her hand before gently releasing it.
"One hour," he called into her room. "My pardons." Ian turned and left her standing there confused.
"He knew," Minerva McGonnagall sighed as she closed the door.
"Or course he knew," the voice of Alexander called out as he climbed out of her bed wearing nothing but his trousers. "He's a perceptive man. Are you regretting it?" he asked as he took her hands into his.
"Never," Minerva said as Alex bent down and kissed her on her lips.
"Can I ask you a simple question?" Alex smiled.
"Sure," Minerva said as she sat on her bed.
"Why do you keep this illusion that you are an old maid," Alex sighed. "You don't look like this." Suddenly, she felt herself change. She felt her skin smoothen and her hair became fuller. She was magically transformed into a younger version of herself.
"There," Alex smiled. "You look your age. Thirty eight, right?"
"Have you ever learned that asking a lady's age is impolite," Minerva sighed as she pulled away from him. "And I am not that young."
"I don't believe that," Alex smiled.
"We've better get ready," Minerva said but Alex pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss. When they broke it, they were out of breath.
"Let them wait," Alex said and Minerva McGonagall, the strictest teacher in Hogwarts, smiled and pulled him back into a kiss.
**
Ian was reaching the hall of the moving staircases when he heard something that concerned him deeply. Running to the hall, he jumped from the fourth floor staircase to the second floor staircase and without pausing, ran towards the infirmary.
Sliding to a halt in front of the infirmary's double doors, Ian opened the doors and walked right in.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Ian bellowed as he walked towards Cho's bed. Cho, surprised in his sudden entrance, gasped and held on to the bed. She was in the act of buttoning her blouse when he came barging in. Blushing, she quickly covered her front with a blanket and glared at the blind man.
"Madam Pomfrey cleared me and I was allowed to attend Dumbledore's meeting," she said with an air of irritation. "Does that irk you?"
"As a matter of fact, it does, my dear Chang," Ian gabbed the edge of the bed and faced her. "You are not well and therefore should not be out of bed."
"Have you got yourself a medical license in order to tell me if I am not fit?" Cho smirked as she finally realized who she was talking to and continued to dress.
"Actually, I do have a medical degree," Ian said in an afterthought. "That's not the point."
"The point is, IAN, that although I appreciate your concern, I do not appreciate you treating me like a helpless damsel," wearing her robes, she looked at his with such venom that he felt it.
"Granted, you are not helpless," Ian said as he leaned on the bed.
"Then, I will see you in the meeting," straightening her robes, she left stomping as she passed him.
"I just don't want to lose you," Ian whispered. Whether Cho heard him was beyond him as he heard her leave the infirmary.
"I do not want to lose anyone ever again," Ian clenched his walking stick and walked slowly to the middle of the room.
"Son of a...!" Ian suddenly punched the floor of the infirmary with such force that the windows shattered and the ground shook. It took him a few minutes to calm himself and when he did, he removed his fist from the floor, leaving a small crater in the middle of the infirmary.
Sighing, Ian left before anyone can inquire.
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End of 19