Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
The rain coming down in front of the setting sun cast the Transfiguration classroom into an orange and pink glow. Albus sighed quietly, his quill moving methodically across the parchment. He looked up every now and then, sketching what he saw carefully.
The ebony hair, sunlight glinting in it like diamonds; the unearthly green eyes, like pools he wanted to drown in; the thoughtful expression on the beautiful face….Minerva McGonagall was truly a masterpiece.
She was bent over her paper, busy answering the difficult question Albus had posed the N.E.W.T. level Transfiguration course. Albus did not take his eyes off of her, noticing her graceful movements and marveling at the length, and no doubt quality, of her composition. He had never seen such an intelligent person.
He hastily looked away when she lifted her gaze to his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her continue watching him. A sharp ringing broke the moment.
Albus cleared his throat. "Please deposit your essays on my desk. Have a pleasant evening."
In the midst of the shuffling papers and scraping chairs, Albus hid his notebook in his desk. When Minerva approached his desk, Albus had to remind himself to keep breathing. "Professor, are you up for our chess game tonight?"
"Absolutely, Miss McGonagall. Is seven o'clock alright?" He smiled at her, trying to mask his true feelings.
"Of course. See you then." Minerva left with a quick glance back.
"I will look forward to it," Albus said quietly.