A/N-This is a pretty short chapter, but I liked the ending so I just left it at that. Oh, and I added one more half to the subchapter, so check out chapter nineteen or else this chapter won't make sense! Thanks to my reader's, and please review!
She was claimed...By Scrimgeour. She couldn't do anything on her own free will now. It was as if, she was owned by somebody else. It was a terrible feeling, being owned by somebody else. Minerva wanted to be with herself, and maybe Albus. But now her whole philosophy is ruined. She couldn't even bear to touch the lips of the ones that she loved, without feeling the pain of a thousand stings. It was terrible. She could hear a small knock on the door.
"Minerva, what's the matter? What happened while you were gone?" he asked, and opened the bathroom door. He tried to sit as close to her as possible. He had to sit two feet away from her, and they were not able to spread out there arms or legs.
"Nothing happened. I stopped by Rosmerta's to grab some gillywater," she said quietly. He could sense that something was wrong. He looked at the ring on her engagement finger.
"That's a very nice ring Minerva. Must have been very expensive, because canary diamonds are quite rare even in the wizarding world," he said, admiring the bright shine from it. She could feel a small sob.
"Stop it! It's terrible, it's the worst and ugliest thing ever!" she cried out. She hid back the moisture that was trying to escape her eyes.
"It's okay, I'm sorry. It is quite hideous to tell you the truth," he said, trying to bring a faint smile out of her. It made her feel even worse. What if Scrimgeour was able to hear and see everything she was seeing? Then he would definitely know that Dolores hadn't been crazy, and that her intuition had been speaking the truth.
"You'd...You'd hate me if I ever told you. And, I don't want to make you mad like what happened in the dungeons," she moped.
"No dear. I would never hate you, and I didn't even hate you then. I was just mad and jealous. Anything that you say will not make me mad, especially after we admitted our feelings for each other. I will not be jealous," he said calmly.
"I….I went pole dancing," she said quickly, and tried to muffle her laugh. At least she was still allowed to lie.
"Right, probably was hot though huh? How much did you make?" he added in.
"Nothing, I did it for entertainment," she said, and walked out of the bathroom. He quickly followed.
"Entertainment? Who were all there?" he asked, walking into the kitchen and pouring them both a lemonade.
"Some goblins. Yeah, I did a lap dance for them," she said, sipping on the sour drink.
"A lap dance? You've never done a lap dance for me," he said in a lame excited tone. She laughed, and accidentally spilled some of her drink. But she didn't even notice it dripping on the counter.
"I thought you said that you wouldn't get jealous?" she said sarcastically.
"Yes, but it would feel very nice to get one from you," he smiled. She blushed madly, and threw her lemonade all over him. If he were a muggle, Dumbledore would have been very mad, but he knew that magic could quickly clean this up.
"Why should you find that offensive? I'd like to think of it as a compliment," he said, with the liquid dripping from his silver beard. She liked this. She knew that they were talking about things that friends wouldn't normally say, and she didn't even have to use the word love to feel the magical affection from him. Minerva thought of the fragments of the treasure flowing through her blood. How strange that they she just figured this out only a few days ago?
"Because Albus, you don't say that to a women," she said in a strange sophisticated tone.
"But you're no normal women," he said, moving his face close to hers but feeling an electrical shock. He slowly moved back. Minerva suddenly felt depressed again, and he could notice it.
"It's no matter my dear, being able to see you is enough for this old man's eyes. Even if I'm looking at a pole dancer," he said. B.ut she didn't feel like it was a joke. She was worse than a pole dancer, she was like a prostitute now. But she has to stay with this man for as long as Merlin knows when.
"You're so…..so….humph, I'm going to bed!" she screamed out, and ran to her bedroom and locked the door. She cried herself to sleep, awaiting to see what Scrimgeour would want to happen to her tomorrow. When she awoken, it was five in the morning. Minerva slipped out of bed, and changed her clothes to a light blue cloak, over a beige blouse. She also had a beige top hat, and blue high heeled shoes. Professor McGonagall. She walked quietly out, hoping not to wake up Albus. But that's what she immediately did. He had been sleeping right outside from her door, for some weird reason. Minerva had accidentally stepped on his face, and he immediately woke up.
"Aaah, a great way to be waken up," he said sarcastically and he stood up. She looked at him curiously.
"Why were you sleeping there, instead of the couch?" she asked, pointing to the velvet green couches. He just shrugged.
"Wanted to make sure you would be all right," he said, like it didn't mean a lot. She just gave him a smile. This was something her and Scrimgeour would never be. "I can't believe I almost had feeling for Scrimgeour, when I had someone loving close to home."
A/N-Hope you like the ending to that!