My Love

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Chapter 8-A Most Amusing Date

Minerva McGonagall had just arrived at her office, and found a snowy white owl waiting for her. She slowly took the note tied to its leg, and read it, a thrill running through her spine the note said:

My dearest McGonagall,

Please meet me for dinner at seven tonight in the Room of Requirement on the seventh floor. I am sorry for not showing my affection towards you, but I wish to keep our relationship a secret. I love you, dear.

Yours truly,

Slughorn

P.S. Dye your grey hair and wear something nice, how about leather? (Harry wrote, eager to see McGonagall in some other clothes.)

McGonagall read the letter over and over until she had memorized it. She was very excited about the date, and immediately began to dye her hair and change her entire look. Boy, will Horace be in for a surprise! McGonagall thought, and "he" certainly will.

Snape made his way towards the seventh floor corridor, his appearance earning many incredulous looks from students. He walked towards the giant portrait on the wall, and thought I need to go to the date with McGonagall, I need to go to the date with McGonagall, I need to go to the date with McGonagall, while walking back and forth. A giant oak door materialized in front of him, he opened it and walked in. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore were already in the room, and set up a small round table with all sorts of food prepared in advance. The four of them nearly laughed out loud at Snape's new wardrobe.

Snape, seeing that McGonagall hadn't arrived yet, began to nibble at a bit of bread, before taking a huge gulp of wine. Dumbledore had helped Harry, Ron, and Hermione put some potion into the two wine goblets. The potion would make the drinkers love each other for a half an hour and abandon their love for anyone else forever, but after it wears off, they would find an unusual hatred towards the other person for the rest of their lives. So, this potion would make McGonagall and Snape fall in love, and then hate each other and have the worst time of their lives. (This would also make McGonagall not like Slughorn anymore, and Snape wouldn't like McGonagall anymore after this.)

McGonagall was walking down the seventh floor corridor, feeling very proud of herself. She had changed her look completely. Any teacher would be an idiot not to fall for her (which, later, might be a problem… hint, hint…). Many students were getting goggle-eyed, constantly staring at her in the hallways. Thankfully, McGonagall did not pass by Draco Malfoy that day, or else things could turn very complicated.

McGonagall walked back and forth in front of the portrait, and thought, I need to get to my date with Slughorn, I need to get to my date with Slughorn, I need to get to my date with Slughorn. the large door appeared, she walked in, andgot the biggest shock of her life.

There was Snape, wearing a midnight blue robe that looked impressive on him. Impressively pathetic, that is. McGonagall took a seat, and took a tiny sip of wine.

"My goodness, Severus," McGonagall said, unaware of the potion's effects on her. "You look simply stunning tonight."

"I could say the same about you, but I won't need to," Snape said smoothly, leaning closer.

"Just say it," McGonagall tested. "Say I look pretty, you know you want to!"

"You look gorgeous, my darling," Snape said, taking in the smell of her perfume. She was simply irresistible.

"Well, we could eat," McGonagall suggested.

"Or, we could-" but Snape was cut off by McGonagall diving across the table and falling on top of him. Thankfully, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore were on the other side of the table, and did not wish to view this act of love.

Finally, after what seemed like and hour (but what really was only ten minutes), Snape's head emerged, and his hair was messed up. He pulled himself up and sat down in his chair, beginning to eat. McGonagall did the same, eyeing Snape hungrily the whole time. Tonight, the meal consisted completely of Italian food, from a large plate of spaghetti to small pizzas as appetizers.

"Severus," McGonagall said. "You are the greatest potion maker I've ver seen."

"Am I Minnie?" Snape asked, becoming slightly drunk. "Well you're the best teacher in the world."

McGonagall picked up her goblet and emptied it. "You're the nicest guy I've ever met." (Which, of course, isn't true, but hey, she was drunk, very drunk.)

"You've got the sweetest lips I've ever tasted, and that's saying something," Snape said, which is also a lie, considering they were the only lips Snape had ever tasted.

McGonagall snatched up the wine bottle and poured its contents in her mouth and all over her face, rinsing off her make-up. Now she really was a comical sight. Professor McGonagall, wearing leather jacket and leather pants that really brought out her "figure", with make-up running down the side of her face, and her hair completely soaked. But she didn't seem to care a bit. McGonagall was completely obsessed with Snape, well, at least for the next few minutes.

The two of them shared the large plate of spaghetti, talking excitingly all the while. Then, they both had the same spaghetti noodle in their mouth and ate it all the way until their lips met. (so Lady and the Tramp-ish)

"Anytime now," Dumbledore muttered to himself.

And then, it happened. A horrible coughing sound was heard coming from McGonagall and Snape, both realizing that they hate each other, and trying to break away from their more-than-passionate kiss, while having spaghetti in their mouths. The look on their faces was to die for.

"YOU! YOU TRICKED ME!" McGonagall bellowed, felling extremely disgusted.

"NO, IT WAS YOU! YOU LED ME INTO THIS!" Snape yelled, annoyed that he had been very close to his least favorite person in the world.

"NO, YOU'RE THE ONE THAT ALWAYS SAYS YOU LOVE ME AND CALLS ME MINNIE!"

"BUT YOU WERE DROPPING OFF HINTS ALL THE TIME! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING?"

"I DID! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I YELLED AT YOU, SNAPE! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU OFF! ISN'T IT OBVIOUS THAT I DIDN'T HAVE ANY FEELINGS TOWARDS YOU!" McGonagall roared.

"WELL I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYMORE! I HATE YOU! YOU AND YOUR TEACHING! YOU AND YOUR CHARM! YOU AND YOUR WORDS! YOU AND YOUR HOTNESS! YOU AND YOUR EVERYTHING! I HATE YOU!" Snape yelled, his emotions getting the better of him.

"OH YEAH? WELL, I HATE YOU MORE! I HATE YOU TEN TIMES MORE THAN YOU HATE ME!"

"THEN WHY DID YOU ASK ME OUT!"

"I DIDN'T, I THOUGHT I WAS ON A DATE WITH SLUGHORN!"

"THEN WHY DID YOU KISS ME THEN? HUH? HUH?" Snape said incredulously.

"I DON'T KNOW, IT WAS LIKE, ONE MOMENT I LOVED YOU, AND THE NEXT SECOND I HATE YOU!"

"WHY DID YOU SENT THAT INVITATION THEN?"

"I DIDN'T! I GOT ONE TOO!" McGonagall said, enraged.

"WAIT! This has something to do with POTTER!" Snape said, finally figuring it all out. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore shifted uncomfortably under the invisibility cloak, or in Dumbledore's case, an invisibility charm.

"You're right! It was Potter! Potter's owl, Potter's handwriting! It all fits!" McGonagall said.

"How do we get back at him?" Snape asked.

"Hmm… I really don't know, I've been out of the pranking business for years," McGonagall said.

"YOU?" Snape said in disbelief. "You… pranked?"

"Did you ever figure out how your dirty underwear made it on top of the school roof?" McGonagall said slyly.

"You didn't. You're too old!" Snape said.

"Excuse me? OLD? Oh no you didn' just diss my age!" McGonagall said, looking very pissed off.

"Anyways," Snape said, not wanting her mad again. "What do we do?"

"I'm thinking about messing up his grades…"

"It has to be bigger!"

"Messing up his broom?"

"Nah…"

"Full out war against Potter and his friends?"

"Now you're talking! This'll be fun!" Snape said, rubbing his hands together mischievously, looking a lot like an evil maniac.

"No, don't do that," McGonagall said, eyeing Snape.

"Fine. We should get Dumbledore to help!"

"Yeah! With Albus on our side, we'll be unstoppable!" McGonagall said, with a scary expression on her face.

"Let's start plotting!" Snape said, as they temporarily forgot their anger and left the room together, ready to have their revenge.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore revealed themselves.

"This is bad," Harry said.

"What could a bunch of old teachers do, Harry?" Ron asked.

"Not just teachers, we're talking about the best witch in the school and a potions expert!" Hermione said. "Professor Dumbledore, you've got to help us!"

"Oh, I will, don't forget that," Dumbledore said, with a smile on her face. "I'll let you know what they plan once I 'meet' with them and promise them my aid." And with that, he left the room.

"Oh, boy, even with Dumbledore on our side, I'd hate to even think about Snape and McGonagall's revenge!" Harry said, with a worried look on his face.