A/N-All righty, so I got this done! Finally...Our favrite couple will be back soon!
Minerva was smiling when she got out of the hall. It was true though. She knew many more things about Hogwart's than Umbridge did. Of course Fred and George Weasley, knew more places than she did. But that did not matter. Minerva waked over to her classroom, and called for a house elf.
"Yes mam?" it said, with a squeaky voice.
"I would like you to bring up some breakfast please. I'll be right here at my office when you get back," she said, pointing her to the door. The house elf bowed, and left the room in a scurry. "Uggggh...It's been dreadfully boring without him. Tormenting Umbridge is enjoyable, but I can't do it to much. I hope he comes back soon." Minerva pondered more about these thoughts, and in a few minutes the house elf came back.
"Here you go mam!" she said, and left the food on her desk. Professor McGonagall thanked her, and ate her toast. Finally, it was time for class to start. The students started crowding in, and then she put the agenda up on the board.
"Good morning class. Today we shall be learning how to transfigure ourselves. Now, many of you will not be able to achieve this right now, but with practice and determination I believe you all shall. Please focus your attention to the board...," Minerva, heard a little "hem hem" from the back of the classroom. Here was Umbridge again. Was she always going to stalk Minerva?
"I thought I should observe you, since you rebellious attitude might wear off on the children. And we don't want that do we?" she said with a little grin. The first year Gryffindor's looked scared of Professor Umbridge.
"My rebellious attitude huh? You're interrupting me during class, and I do not believe that, that is very good for the student's education. What do you think about that Dolores?" she asked in an annoyed tone. The class was snickering.
"You better watch it! I have the power! You don't understand that do you?"
"Which power may this be?"
"The power to take your job away! I don't care if some places are not guarded, it doesn't matter!"
"I thought the reason the jury wanted you, was because of the extra security? And now you're saying that you don't even want to bother guarding the secret passages? That's not very safe Dolores."
Umbridge ran out of the room, probably because of the pressure. The class stared at Professor McGonagall with such admiration. They all enjoyed the argument she had, but Minerva had better ideas.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Read the agenda, and we shall start on Transfigurating ourselves," she said, and the class got ready on that.
The class started to Transfigure themselves into flower pots, because Minerva said that would be the easiest. Only two intelligent students were able to turn themselves into flower pots, but could not turn back. Other's, just got strange colored skin, faces became hardened, and one floated up with a balloon. But Minerva certainly expected this. She turned them all back into there normal forms. Class ended, and they all walked out excited about the next class. Before they left though, she assigned them homework to practice transfiguring. Minerva had a few hours before the next class came, and she decided to take a nap. Minerva said a few enchantment's and the secret door appeared. She opened her office door, and got comfty on the couch. Soon, she was drifting off to sleep.
Minerva was drinking some coffee at her little bar in the kitchen, when two men tapped her on the shoulder.
"Oh Albus! You're back! And Professor Rossiche, a pleasent surprise," she said, pointing to the two other chairs. They sat down, and Professor Rossiche conjured up three cooked sherry's. Minerva was hesitant, but took hers and sipped it.
"Minerva..., I need you," Professor Rossiche said quietly. She blushed, and then felt Albus' hand on her back.
"Minerva..., I need you," he also said. She looked at the both of them, and sipped her sherry.
"Well, I do enjoy both of you. And especially the company you bring me," she said cheerfilly. Who wouldn't be happy with two men fighting over one girl? But the problem is...She didn't know who she wanted. Albus was courageous, nice, and very intelligent. But he chose a treasure over her. And their relationship hasn't ever gotten anywhere, except the best of friends. But she hardly knew Professor Rossiche either. He had never left her though, and kept all of her secret's to himself. He was to young for her, but Albus was to old for her. Dumbledore could leave her at any minute, even though he does look completely healthy. With Rossiche, there was more of a chance for a life long partner. So who would she choose. Minerva could feel soft lips on her cheek.
"Please...," Professor Rossiche whispered. This mad her inside mad with a crazy feeling. It was more like a lust feeling though. Not the real feeling of love that she got from Albus. He grabbed her hand, and looked at her with piercing blue eyes.
"You do what you want Minerva. I'll always be there for you, no matter what," he said seriously. That was what she loved about him. No matter what happened, he would always enjoy her. She turned her back, and kissed Albus.
Minerva slowly woke up from the dream. "Wow...That was an amazing dream!" She checked the clock, and saw that she was ten minutes late for her next class! A group of sixth years alone in her classroom...Who knows what destruction could happen? She ran out, but nobody noticed that she had walked out of her secret office. There was somebody teaching her class though. Instead of a cough though, there was a snort.
"Well well well Professor McGonagall. You can't even get to one of your own classes on time? That's pathetic! I am putting you on a week suspension from teaching!" Professor Umbridge said. The students gave Minerva a hard stare.
"Then how shall you tend to your headmistress duties Dolores? Teaching Transfiguration is my thing, not your's. You do not know how to teach the students, and I am always early to teach a class. It's just today I overslept on a nap. I suggest that you go to your office," she said with a scowl. The students could sense a cat fight coming on.
"You will not tell me what to do! Besides, I have Flitwick tending to my headmistress duties. These students will learn more from me this week, than they'll learn from a whole year with you!" she said. Her face was turning reder, and reder. But one girl stood up.
"Professor McGonagall has been the best Transfiguration teacher we've ever had! She's much better than you ever wil be you...you...you big, fat, ugly, toad!" she screamed, and flicked her off.
"Detention with me Miss Kinnian, and Minerva shall leave this room before I take her job," she said with beady sweat rolling down her face. Minerva left the room immediently, but gave a small wink before leaving.
A/N-So, what shall Minerva do with a week off?