A/N-Okay, chapter three is up! This one is kind of strange...I don't want things to get to fast, but I also want it to still be flirtatious. So how do I solve my dilema? A stupid accident at the end. Oh, and I had the students arrive to Hogwarts in the morning, rather than at night.Please review! Thanks to those who read this!

"Wha...What?" she asked. She hadn't exactly heard what he said, but had a fair idea about what he had said.

"Nothing, I just had a mild cough," he said quickly.

She gave him a glare, and he just acted normally. Professor McGonagall checked the time, and then saw that she was late for breakfast with the school! She had wanted to give a small speech to the sctudents, before they had started there classes. She ran down, and right before she entered the great hall, Professor McGonagall had slapped her forehead. She could have just apparated! When she opened the door, she almost regretted going to breakfast. Inside, something disasturous was going on.

"Malfoy! Take this!" a Hufflepuff girl yelled. She threw a bowl of grits, and it hit him on the head. A breakfast food fight was going on, and the staff didn't even budge. Even Hagrid was just sitting down not moving. The staff definitely didn't respect her, but Mr.Rossiche was at least trying. He tried to charm some of the flying foods so they stopped, but it just flew over to him and splattered all over his face. She chuckled, but then remembered what she had to do.

"Neveratsu!" she yelled out, and all of the projectiles froze in mid air. The students pointed, and stared up at the floating food. Some were so hungry, that they tried to jump up from the tables and grab it. That landed them in utter humiliation, as they fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Now everybody sit down...SIT!" she yelled, and then they immediently sat. She then had to remember something that Dumbledore had told her. "Respect them, and they'll respect you!" He usually had good advice. Here was her chance to gain the respect of the whole entire school. Professor McGonagall then saw all of the breakfast foods disappear. Somebody other than her must have used a charm. Professor Flitwick gave her a wink, and she felt like barfing.

"They're a few matters that I would like to tend too," she said as she was sitting in the headmistress chair. Eveybody had there eyes on her, and some of the Slytherin's just continued to chatter. But it didn't matter. It would be a waste of time to try, and make them listen anyways.

"Welcome back all students! And to the first years, welcome to Hogwarts! Just a few ground rules to cover, before we get started with a spectacular year! The Forbidden Forest is off grounds for all ages. First years are not allowed to have their own broomstick. The caretaker Professor Filch would likeme toremind you all to keep our hallways clean. After all, we wouldn't want him to clean more? (Many of the students gave an evil snicker to this remark.) And please respect your fellow classmates. Oh and one last thing. Please no more food fights, we wouldn't want to see the Slytherin's get beat up with edible things now would we?" she added in with a laugh.

Everybody laughed to, except for obviously the Slytherin's. They just gave her a glare. The Gryffindor's gave her a wide smile, and Mr.Rossiche even gave a small laugh. The new Head of House for Slytherin was the Bloody Barron. Professor McGonagall decided he would be the best canidate for that, except he was not allowed to take or give house points. Soon, it was time for the first class to start, and the usual gold plates disappeared. She went over to her first class with the first years. Professor McGonagall decided it would be best for her to still teach Transfiguration. After all, Albus used to also teach that and it would be kind of like a legacy for her to uphold. She apparated to the room, and saw that everybody was seated and quiet.

"Good morning class. I am Professor McGonagall, and I shall be teaching you the art of Transfiguration. This is not something to be fooled around with, and those who do not obey my rules shall never get to see this classroom again. We shall start with attendance," she said, and the first years figited. She guessed that those were not exactly nice words that she had said. Professor McGonagall went alphabetical order and there were about twenty-two students.

"For today's class, I shall show you all of the many things you can do with Transfiguration. For example, if you're good enough, you can be an Animangus," she said, and turned into a gray taby cat. Many of the students applauded once she turned back. Then Professor McGonagall grabbed an apple, and turned it into an orange. Next was a young girl, and she had turned her into a baby elephant. Everybody had laughed, and were enjoying themselves. At the end of the class hour, the first years were chatting about what they would do once they had mastered Transfiguration. It was time to go and do her Headmistress duties. She ran to the Gargoyle, and said the password.

"Checkmate," she said, and then walked up the stairs to find Dumbledore playing Exploding Snap by himself.

"Good Afternoon Minerva, I believe that you had a good day?" he asked, while putting away the cards. She could see some ask marks on his beard.

"Yes, you're advice seemed to have worked quite well," she said, and then took a seat on her comfty maroon couch. Most headmaster's change the appearence of the room once they have left, but Professor McGonagall had left all of Albus' decoratins up. Except instead of Fawkes sitting on the perch, her little pet owl sat up there. He sat next to her, and she stared at the portraits of former headmasters. While she was staring, she could hear Albus' deep breathing next to her. She looked to the left and gazed into his amazing blue eyes. "Darn it! Stop it Minerva...He's your good friend, not a lover!" she then slapped herself. Albus was startled by this and then stroked her red face.

"Please, don't hurt yourself Minera. It's hurting me," he said with a faint smile. She smiled back, and then thought of something daring. "Kiss him, you know you want to Minerva." This time she slapped herself silly, until someone interfered.

"What's wrong?" he asked confused. It's a good thing that she knew how to counter leginimacy, or else Albus would know all the feelings she truly had for him. Suddenly, soft lips touched her cheek. It hurt because the stinging of her slapping was still there, but she didn't even notice it. "Did Albus just kiss me? But it's not like it's the first time. He's always had these friendly kisses with everyone." She then looked at him.

"Nothing Albus, I'm fine. I believe that I should tend to my Headmistress duties," she said, and got off the couch. He stayed there, and dozed off. Many believed he looked calm in his sleep, but this frightened her. It reminded her of the body in the coffin, and made her sick. She ran over, and tapped Albus until he woke up. He didn't wake up, and she had to take deep breaths. "Calm down Minerva, he can't possibly be dead. Just check his pulse...yeah, he probably is just in deep sleep right now." She then checked his pulse. It was very faint, and she was afraid that he might be dying. She just then thought of the thing that Muggles do. Was it CQR? Or PCR? She sat on top of him, and then slowly went down to his lips and blowed. Then she pounded on his chest, and blowed. When she was about to go down and breath into his mouth again, Albus woke up.

"Minerva dear? What are you doing?" he asked. Professor McGonagall was very embarassed. Maybe that's just how his pulse always is? She felt like a gullible muggle, and started blushing.

"I just...Thought...Nevermind," she said and felt her getting very hot. "Bloody hell! He probably thought that I was trying to make out with him! Though it wouldn't mind to make out with him...Get a hold of yourself!" she muttered a few curse words to herself.

"Albus, it's just that I thought you were dead again...I checked your pulse and it was so faint. I was afraid that you were dying, so I tried that muggle thing. I'm sorry, it won't happen again," she blurted out.

"I'm glad that you thought of me, but you're a witch right?" he asked sarcastically. She felt her face getting even redder. Minerva gave a nod and then ran out of the room.