The Inculcators

By

Snuffles4Eva

A/N: Yes, it's been a while. And because you haven't seen hide nor hair of me (unless you follow one of my other stories) since December, Happy New Year! Hope you're having a good… Month?

The echoing sound of McGonagall's heels was quite rhythmic. Or at least, that became apparent to Ginny as Harry began to rap along.

'Yo, my name is Harry Potter'

'Harry'

'I'm your number one rapper'

'Harry?'

'I'm living up the life'

'Harry.'

'You should know I own the night'

'Got that one right' Ginny muttered before yelling 'HARRY'

'Calm down dear. Honestly, you'd think you were paranoid'

'Oh, you're in for it tonight'

'I'll be looking forward to it'

'I'll make it worth your while, I promise' she smirked.

'Excuse me! Miss Weasley, I will not have you talking that way inside my office!' McGonagall chose that exact moment to enter the room. Ginny blushed.

'My name is Mrs Potter, and I am at perfect liberty to address my husband as I would wish.'

'Not in my office you are not'

Ginny huffed, and folded her arms like a child. Harry shot an apologetic glance at McGonagall. She merely raised her eyebrows. He blushed, and smiled sheepishly.

'Now, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted-'

'Remind me to send James a few extra Galleons through the post' Ginny whispered to Harry

'- I have invited the two of you for a reason.'

'No, really' muttered Ginny

'I have a problem that I hoped you could fix, Mr Potter'

'Anything, Professor'

'Suck up'

McGonagall raised an eyebrow, but carried on nevertheless.

'I have a position that is going to be vacant at the end of this year-'

'I wonder why'

'And I had hoped that you'd fill it for me'

'High hopes'

'Me? Me, be a teacher? Oh no Professor, you've got the wrong person'

'Too right she has' Ginny admired her nails.

'I couldn't teach Ginny how to cook an omelette the Muggle way, much less teach a bunch of teenagers how to- whatever!' Harry argued.

'Yeah, I don't think we even finished the first lesson, but that's not my fault'

'If you hadn't been wearing that pair of jeans with that shirt' Harry mumbled

'Why? Distracted, dear?'

Harry grumbled under his breath.

'Mr Potter, I have run through my sources and come to the conclusion that you are the most qualified person I know that is available to fill the position'

'But Professor, what about my job?'

'What about it?'

'I can't just leave it! I have things to do, people to catch!'

'Well, I had rather hoped that you've had enough adventure for a lifetime, Mr Potter'

'She has a point!' Ginny piped up.

'What?' Exclaimed Harry.

'What?' came the strangled cry from Hogwarts' Head Mistress. Her mouth dropped open, and she slumped forward, eyes closed.

'Great Gin. Now you've killed her'

McGonagall woke up looking at a white ceiling.

'Professor?' came a familiar voice to her right. She sat up, and looked around to see herself sitting in the Hospital Wing. Down the hallway the voices of her two previous students were arguing.

'I told you not to come'

'I didn't know she was going to faint!'

'Well, you shouldn't…'

'I shouldn't have what, Harry? What, huh?'

'I don't know' was his meek reply.

Madame Pomfrey cleared her throat.

'If you two are quite done, then Professor McGonagall has woken' her crisp voice cut through the air, and she led Harry and Ginny over to bed as McGonagall was climbing out of the bed.

'As I was saying, before I was shocked, I had hoped that you'd have the job, Harry'

'I think it's a good idea, Harry' He turned around to look at Ginny.

'You do?'

'Yes, I do'

'But I wouldn't be able to come home every evening. You'd hardly see me'

'No I wouldn't. I'd just come and live here!' Ginny looked like Christmas had come early. McGonagall looked horrified. 'Brilliant! Problem solved'

'But Miss-'

'-iss Potter-'

'Mrs Potter, we simply haven't the budget to pay the two of you. Not with your son blowing up the potions cupboard every now and then.' She added as a bitter afterthought.

'It's ok!'

'It is?' McGonagall choked out

'Yep. I'll help teach, with Harry, and you let us stay here, eat, have a small wage to share between us! It's a brilliant plan!' McGonagall looked like she was about to faint again. Harry came to her rescue.

'No, honey, it's not' Harry turned to face his wife.

'How isn't it?' she turned around, her face fallen.

'Because, er, because…' Harry trailed off.

'So why isn't it a brilliant plan, Harry Potter?' she demanded to know, as the famous Weasley Women temper flared inside of her.

'Er'

'You have 5 seconds to think of a good excuse. 5'

'Erm, because'

'4'

'Wait, it's not that I don't want you here, it's'

'3'

'Well because of, well'

'2'

'You know'

'1'

'THINK OF THE CHILDREN!' Harry burst out

'What?' Ginny exclaimed 'You don't want me here because of our children?'

'Er, yes?' Harry tried, meekly.

'That's settled then.'

'So you're going home?' McGonagall perked up at this prospect.

'I'm staying!' Ginny smiled around at the two of them.

McGonagall and Harry shared identical glances.

'I need to sit down'

'So this will be your classroom' McGonagall led them to the familiar DADA classroom, and pointed to the office at the front of the room. 'That's your office, and your sleeping quarters'

'Sleeping quarters?' Harry questioned.

'Yes Mr Potter, sleeping quarters. Why do you ask?'

'I don't think the office is going to fit a bed in it, Professor'

'Call me Minerva, Mr Potter'

'Then you call me Harry'

'Ok, then, Harry, come in here, and I will show you how to access your sleeping quarters. Chop chop.'

He made a move to follow his old Professor, when Ginny caught his arm.

'Yes dear?' he asked.

'Can you stop flirting with her? She's over 100, for Pete's sake'

'Gin, I thought we got over this jealous stuff.'

'I'm not jealous! I'm just very politely asking you not to flirt with people, especially not 100 year old ladies!'

'No flirting with anyone?'

'Nobody'

He took a step towards her, the narrow space meaning she was backed up to a desk. He leant closer.

'So I can't do this?' and he nipped her earlobe. She gave an imperceptible gasp, and pushed him away from her.

'You may flirt with me' she said stiffly, and walked off, head high, walk proper.

He suppressed a smirk, and followed her.

McGonagall was a little in front of them, and she reached the portrait first. Taking a look at it, Ginny noticed a two knights around a round table. McGonagall cleared her throat 'Sir Godigan'. The Knight on the left looked up. 'Yes ma'am?'

'I wish to reset the password'

'Override?'

'Sherbet Lemon'

Ginny looked at Harry, and they shared a sad smile. Trust McGonagall to pick something like that.

'Certainly Ma'am. What would you like it changing to?'

McGonagall turned to Ginny and Harry, looking at them expectantly.

'Raspberry jam' Harry piped up. Ginny turned questioningly to her husband, who was looking at McGonagall. She saw a flicker of warmth spark in her old Professor's eyes, and decided to let it go. There would be time for talking later.

'Do you wish to enter now?' McGonagall inquired of the couple.

'No thanks' she answered for the both of them 'It'll be more of a surprise when we move in next year'

'Next year?' asked Harry

'We'll be moving in at the start of next year, presumably' she turned to face McGonagall, who nodded.

'I had hoped you would both start in September. Our dear friend Mr Scamander is leaving at the end of this year – to work at The Quibbler, no less..'

'Luna' muttered Harry and Ginny in unison.

As they stepped out of the living room fireplace, Harry came face to face with his gorgeous wife. She seemed to be saying something, but he was a bit preoccupied by recounting all her freckles splashed across her cute button nose, the only marks on her flawless skin. He resisted the urge to kiss every one there and then, but instead tried to tune in. She seemed to be saying his name.

'Harry?'

'Yes dear?'

'Can you please focus?'

'I am focusing'

'Not on me you're not'

'I am'

'You're not!'

'Am too. You've got 28 cute freckles on your nose, and I'm resisting the urge to kiss every one'

Ginny felt her features stretch into smile. She could be her angriest at him, and he'd make one of his little distracted comments, and her angry dissipates. Just floats away, and the empty hole is replaced with so much love for him she thought she was going to burst. He looked just too cute looking down at her like that.

'I was just asking about our new password' she said resigned. He was still distracted.

'Dumbledore' came his answer, his eyes still searching her face.

'Oh' she said. Like that answered anything. But now wasn't the time. He was a little preoccupied.

She kissed him.

'Go for it' she whispered in his ear.

A/N: I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive forevermore! I have risen from the dead! YAY ME!

Sorry about the wait, though folks. Had a really hard time recently – and still are, but I've found solace in my fanfics (plus it takes my mind off Circle Theorems – Maths homework)…

Yeah. I'm that sad.

Some would say broken.

But you don't care. You're just in it for the fanfic.

Thanks for reading – it really helps :0)

Snuffles4Eva