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Five days later Hermione and Ron arrived with Mr and Mrs Weasley. Both Arthur and Molly looked very excitedly at Albus and Minerva; it was obvious that Hermione had told Ron about the letter and he had told his parents.

When Minerva came to say hello to the visitors Molly pulled her into a tight hug.

"Why haven't you told anyone? I'm so happy for you." She beamed all over her face. Well, Molly wasn't stupid, and somehow she had always suspected that the headmaster and his deputy were more than just friends.

Minerva shot a glare at Harry who shrugged apologetically.

"Professor, I'm afraid this is my fault. Harry told me about you and Professor Dumbledore in a letter, and I just had to tell Ron." Hermione looked clearly embarrassed. Minerva's gaze softened. After all, they had planned on telling the children anyway so no harm was done. And she was sure they could trust Arthur and Molly with their little secret.

"We won't tell anyone, Minerva, don't worry." Arthur squeezed her arm lightly to reassure her.

In the meantime Ron had examined their surroundings carefully. He had never been as comfortable around a teacher as Harry or Hermione. And now he was to spend his summer holidays with his headmaster and his head of house. AND they were married. This could be quite interesting.

"Harry, could you show Miss Granger and Mr Weasley to their rooms?" Minerva motioned for Harry to go upstairs with his friends. Harry nodded and grabbed some of the luggage.

When the three of them arrived in Ron's room Hermione and Ron started bombarding Harry with questions about his life with Albus and Minerva so far.

"So, when did they tell you that they're married?" Ron asked, sitting down on the bed and looking around the room.

"Well, actually right away. I kind of noticed that they behaved differently but then, when we had just arrived here, I came down from my room. And when I entered the kitchen I caught them snogging." He grinned all over his face.

"They did what? That just …" Ron blurted out.

"Sooo sweet." Hermione finished with a sigh. Ron gave her a slightly disgusted look, making it quite clear that this wasn't his intended ending of the sentence.

"So, have you thought about my question?" Harry sat down next to Ron and looked at Hermione expectantly.

"Well, yes, I have. My mum made some suggestions, and I think a romantic dinner would be great. We could cook and serve the food."

Harry and Ron looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Harry had had to cook with the Dursleys but only simple stuff like fried eggs, never anything complicated which would surely be required for a romantic dinner.

"You don't have to cook. Just help me, okay?" Hermione rolled her eyes in exasperation. Those two were just too … well; they were boys, which said everything.

"Do you know how to cook?" Ron seemed to see Hermione in a different light now. It was one thing to be a clever witch but to be good at household stuff too… Very impressive.

"A bit. But mum told be how to do it. In fact she has worked out a complete menu for us. We'll just have to sneak off to a shop and buy everything but that shouldn't be a problem." Hermione looked very satisfied with herself.

"Uhm… yeah, well, I guess we could go to the nearby village to get everything." Harry suggested.

Soon the three of them went over the plan what they would need for a romantic dinner for Albus and Minerva. It should take place the next day. The weather forecast had said it would be a wonderful warm summer night with shooting stars which seemed just perfect for their plan.

In the meantime Albus and Minerva had invited Arthur and Molly for tea but the two of them had declined. They had to get back to The Burrow where Ginny and the twins were alone. And ever since their famous departure from Hogwarts Molly had an extra eye on her sons. Though she didn't approve of their plan to leave school and start a joke shop she was kind of proud that their business had already taken off so successfully.

Soon it was lunch time, and Minerva came upstairs to get the trio.

"I hope you're hungry," she smiled at them. She didn't dare to touch Harry in front of his friends though she longed to put her arm around his shoulder. But somehow Harry seemed to have sensed this, as he pulled her into a quick hug and offered her his arm.

Ron gave Hermione a shocked glance but she only shrugged. Surely Harry would explain all of this later on.

During lunch Ron had even more reason to wonder about his friend. The casual way Harry treated Albus and Minerva and even called them by their first names was a bit … disturbing for him.

"Professor McGonagall, I know you're probably not allowed to tell me but do you already have the results of our O.W.L.'s?" Hermione asked. She was just too curious.

"First of all, call me Minerva while we're in private. You too, Ron. And secondly, no, I haven't got the results yet." Minerva smiled when she saw Ron's jaw drop. Hermione just blushed.

"Thanks, pro… Minerva," she smiled.

"And of course, you'll call me Albus." Albus chuckled when Ron's head turned a furious red. It was obviously a bit too much for the boy.

"Come on, it's not that difficult." Harry grinned at his friends. It was now rather easy for him to call his professors by their given names.

After lunch Minerva took Harry aside.

"I take it you want to show Hermione and Ron the grounds?" She looked at him, smiling. He nodded. Of course he wanted to show them everything around here. Plus they had to find a secluded place where they could go over the list of ingredients they would need for the dinner they planned. And they still had to do their shopping.

"Yes. So I guess we'll be away all afternoon." Harry winked at her, knowing that this was what she had wanted to know. Minerva looked at him in mock annoyance but broke into a smile.

"Okay. But be back at 8 for dinner, okay?" She hugged him loosely and turned to go looking for Albus. It seemed they had the whole afternoon to themselves which was quite a surprise. She hadn't expected that the children would stick around them the whole time but surely not to leave for a couple of hours at a time. But then again they weren't really children anymore. Sighing Minerva went to the library where she found Albus, his nose buried in one of the large books about the McGonagall family history, a topic which never seemed to tire her husband.

"Albus, my darling?" she asked with a slight purr in her voice.

Albus looked up with his eyebrows raised, but a distinct twinkle in his eyes.

"Yes, my dear."

"The trio will be away all afternoon. What do you think about that?" She sat down on his lap and began stroking his hair.

"Well, I'd say we should take advantage of the situation," he said with a wicked grin before kissing her soundly. She moaned against his mouth while his hands started roaming her body.

"I totally agree with you," were the last words Minerva was able to speak before passion took over.

To be continued…