Go Into Your Dance
...they're in Transfig...
For what seemed like the umpteenth time, she nearly met his pale grey eyes, but looked away at the last moment. The tension was almost tangible. "…so each student is to share a mirror with their partner, as usual," she finished her lesson instructions, as though she had never paused.
The students dispersed, and set about (once again) practising human transfiguration. Minerva gave them a few minutes to get set up, then began her usual tour of the room, correcting students as she went. She hadn't yet decided how to deal with Sirius.
In the course of her circumnavigations of the room, she inevitably passed near the boy. Eventually, it got to be the third time, but he had yet to acknowledge her presence. Two could play this game, she thought. She was determined not to let it show just how much she longed for a wink or a pat on the shoulder.
She saw him rest a hand on the arm of a girl she knew to be Mary. He whispered something in the blonde girl's ear with a smile, and jealousy surged through Minerva. She knew that Sirius and Mary had been together not too long ago (they hadn't been exactly secretive about it), and she couldn't help but wonder if Sirius was playing her. Was he still together with Mary? She frowned moodily.
Of course, Sirius had always been a very "touchy" person, ever placing a friendly hand on someone's arm or shoulder. That was part of the reason Minerva had wondered, back before they were a couple, if his touch meant anything at all. It did, after all, seem to be part of his nature. She suddenly realised that she had been standing and just brooding for several moments now. She shook her head and resumed correcting students.
"Look at them," Lily Evans whispered to her gossipy friend, Marlene.
"I know," replied Marlene. "Something's up."
"Let's work on finding out what it is," Lily said with a mischievous smile. Marlene nodded in agreement, and the two girls returned to their class work for the time being.
Meanwhile, Minerva had been strategically avoiding the part of the room where Sirius was working, yet trying to make it look like a casual accident. She glanced up at the clock, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Class dismissed," she said. Technically, they still had two minutes to go. Minerva had never let them out early, that any of the seventh years could remember. Those who had not heard the rumours about her involvement with Sirius Black were confused, but they were few and far between.
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"So, do you want to go to Hogsmeade together?" Mary asked Sirius as they strolled down the hall on their way to lunch.
Sirius hesitated. He had been mildly flirting with Mary all through Transfigurations, but it had been mostly in order to make Minerva jealous. "Erm, I…" he started, but Mary jumped in.
"Oh, I see how it is!" the hot-tempered girl said suddenly. "You were only using me to make her jealous all along, weren't you? Even back when we were going out, that was your real reason!"
"No, I – I mean, who are you talking about?" Sirius covered poorly.
"You know perfectly well who I'm talking about!" Mary yelled loud enough to draw the attention of everyone nearby. "You, Sirius Black, are in love with – well, I don't know her first name, but – McGonagall!"
The lookers-on gasped at such a blatant accusation. Fortunately for Sirius, James happened to be among the crowd. The messy-haired boy stepped forward. "It is true, ladies and gentlemen!" he said like a circus ringleader. "My friend, Sirius Black, has confessed to me his deep and tragic love for our Transfigurations teacher!"
Sirius, having snapped out of his initial shock, grabbed James by the arm and hissed in his ear; "You bloody idiot! What, precisely, do you think you're doing?"
"Saving your dignity!" James hissed back. "Trust me!" Before Sirius could protest, James returned to addressing the crowd. "You see, my dear fellow students, this boy loves a woman who could never love him back!" A mutter circulated through the crowd as to whether this was actually true. Sirius, starting to catch on, decided to let James go on.
"Yes indeed, folks, for how could a professor ever love a student?" There were murmurs of agreement. "My slightly insane friend" – Sirius glared – "has fallen for a woman far too old for him, one so strict and rule-abiding that she is entirely oblivious to even the idea that a student might fancy her! And now that you all know the truth about Sirius Black and – whatever her first name is – McGonagall, you may spread the word to all four corners of the globe! You may send the news far and wide, you may—" Sirius tugged on James' sleeve. James finally realised that he was babbling, and hungry students were drifting away. "Oh. Well, I guess that was good enough, then, eh?"
Sirius broke into a grin. "Bloody brilliant!" he said, drawing James into a (very manly) hug, and clapping him on the back. "How can I ever thank you?"
"By breaking up with her," James said quietly but intensely.
(scene where Lily cattily confronts S about problems w/ him & M)
(scenes where SBMM problems are resolved.)
...stuff (somehow, as per usual, they come to be standing very close together)
"So you said a while back that I was the first man to kiss you in three years," Sirius said conversationally. They were still (?) standing near one another, both reluctant to move away and thus break the air of taut yet serene (?) composure that seemed to have settled over the two of them.
"Yes."
"...do you care to elaborate?"
"If you're asking whether I've been lonely, the answer is yes and no. On the one hand, I would have liked to have someone to share my life with, but on the other hand, the only person who showed any interest in me was Professor Slughorn." She wrinkled her nose in distaste as she thought of the short, rotund Head of Slytherin who had an overly jovial manner and an obsession with wizards' importance. "I guess I just hadn't found the right person."
"And am I the right person?" Sirius asked in a playful tone, trying to keep things light.
"Perhaps, Black," she said with a slight incline of her head.
"I think it would be alright if you called me 'Sirius' now."
She gave him an odd look. "I'm trying to maintain some semblance of distance between us."
"Is that even possible at this point?"
"A better question would be; 'Do we even want to do that?'"
"Do we?" he repeated softly.
"We're not very distant right now," she replied, indicating their physical proximity with a sweep of the hand.
"And now even less so," he said as he closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss her.
She, too, leaned in ever so slightly. Their closed lips touched gently, and they both felt a surge of emotional electricity run through them.
"Sirius..." she moaned against his mouth. Her hand snaked behind his neck, and she pulled him toward her. This time, she approached him with an open mouth. She felt his lips part in response.
Sirius was breathing heavily, though they had only kissed so far. When he had felt the touch of her open lips, he felt his stomach plunge with a strange combination of excitement and anxiety. Greedily, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, tasting the distinct taste of peppermint humbugs. She responded immediately, intertwining her tongue with his. Neither of them knew how long they stayed like that, with their tongues seeming to dance an intricate pattern of passion [WAY too purple], pausing only occasionally for breath.
But then, Sirius broke away from her and smiled playfully. "Let's have sex," he suggested in a tone of levity (?). [relat to "are you sure?" scene?????? that scene earlier, +interruption or refusal on S's part to take her? Latter leads to another conflict?]
Minerva matched his grin. "Okay."
Still standing close to her, Sirius delicately grasped the temple pieces of her glasses and lifted the spectacles off her face. As he set them gently on the nearest flat surface, he found himself admiring just how beautiful her eyes were when not hidden behind a barrier of cold, anonymous glass. Next, he wordlessly reached behind her head to let her hair loose. But, he soon found that her tight bun was immune to his clumsy male fingers. "Stupid..." he grumbled lightheartedly.
"Here. Let me do it," she said with a smile. Her knowledgeable fingers made short work of the bun. As she placed bobby pins one by one on the end table, her long hair slowly cascaded down her back.
"Wow," muttered Sirius.
"Admiring my grey hairs?" she teased.
"Yeah," he replied truthfully. She laughed. "No really," he continued, "the contrast between the -- er, -- silver streaks and the raven hair is quite striking.
"Interesting adjectives," she noted. "You know, a good half of these grey hairs are probably your fault.
"Probably," he acknowledged with a wry smile.
...stuff
As she unclasped her robes all the way down the front, Sirius literally ogled her. He had always had a thing for legs, and he found himself wondering how the older woman kept hers so well toned.
Seeing his stare, Minerva smirked. "It's no glamour charm. I took ballet as a little girl, and I never really quit. I find it's a good way to keep in shape without resorting to magic. With a little furniture moving, this room converts into a practice area quite nicely. Of course, I'm a lot stiffer now, but – am I boring you?"
"Not at all," Sirius said, entirely entranced by her lean body. Other guys might have preferred a woman with more curves and less angles, but Sirius had already been there and done that. "Though I think you may have slightly derailed our fooling around. Could you – er – dance for me?"
Minerva burst into laughter. "It's not exactly erotic, dear."
"You'd be surprised."
"You really want me to? Should I put something more reasonable on?" she asked, indicating her undergarments.
"I think not," said Sirius, sitting down and preparing for her performance.
"You know, I will need that chair out of the way. My grand jetés are no longer high enough to jump over it."
"Your what?"
"Never mind. Out of chair." Minerva had a way of clipping her commands to fragments when she was in a bossy mood.
Sirius acquiesced. With a few flicks of Minerva's wand, the furniture and throw rugs were tucked away into a corner. She opened draperies along one wall, revealing mirrors and a barre. He had never really taken a close look at the room, he decided mentally. "I haven't performed for anyone since I fully entered the magical world, which was...well, more years ago than I'd care to say," she said as she went to grab her ballet slippers.
"Didn't that guy you kissed three years ago ever want to see you dance?"
"I'd rather not talk about him," she said as she hastily threw her hair into an uncharacteristically messy bun, using the bobby pins from the table.
"Oh. So you're not going to dance on tiptoe?" he asked, looking askance at the shoes she had donned.
"Nope. There's an unspoken rule in ballet: over thirty or overweight, no pointe shoes. And whereas I may not be overweight, I am most definitely over thirty. Now do you want to watch me dance or not?"
"I'm shutting up now," Sirius said. Minerva flicked her wand again, activating a magical phonograph (sp?) in the corner of the room. She set her wand down on one of the chairs, and went to the center of the room as a dreamy waltz began to play.
Standing off to the side, Sirius watched in astonishment as she seemingly effortlessly made movements that would have been hard for anyone, let alone a woman her age. He watched her make more types of turns than he ever would have thought existed. He saw her make leaps that were, though maybe not high enough to jump over the chair he had been sitting in, certainly impressive. He was even too busy admiring her grace to pay attention to the body he had newly discovered. But suddenly she faltered slightly, and stopped dancing.
"Oops. I messed that part up." She laughed nervously. "See? I told you it had been awhile." She took her place to start from the next logical point in the music, but Sirius stopped her.
"I think that's enough," he said. "I'm thoroughly impressed."
"Really?" she asked genuinely. She had yet to turn off the music (?).
"Yeppers. And now I know why you always have such good posture. Here I thought it was just your uptight nature," he teased playfully. Minerva grabbed a cushion/pillow (what do you call those things?) from the nearest chair and tossed it at him with a smile. Sirius caught it with ease. "Now, now, love; fight nice."
"NiceLY," she corrected. They paused and looked at each other for a second. "I'm not sure what compelled me to say that," Minerva said, giggling.
Sirius was giggling too as he casually closed the distance between them. "Me either."
"Me NEITHER." (?) She was on a roll.
"Tell me who to speak to about my grammar," he said, throwing out a random sentence.
She caught on immediately. "Tell me to whom I should speak about my grammar."
"Are you aware that you're still in your knickers (-? inc's bra?)?"
"Wait – hey, there's nothing wrong with that sentence!"
"I know. It was a question, albeit a rhetorical one."
"Oh. Well, actually, I'd quite forgotten. It's plenty warm in here, and I do believe I perspired a bit while dancing."
"I'm not complaining about the outfit." He took a couple more steps towards her and took her hands. "Shall we continue where we left off before I entirely distracted the both of us?" Suddenly they were both poignantly aware that the music was still playing sweetly.
"Mmm, that sounds good..." she whispered in his ear as she leaned in. She nibbled gently on his earlobe.
"Ooooo..." he said. She traced a line of kisses down his neck. When she reached the collar of his robes, she began to undo the clasps.
"You're sure we're not going too fast?" Sirius asked, stopping her with a light touch on her wrist.
"Sirius, I am more certain of this than I have been of anything else in my life. And considering my age, that's saying something."
....GOOD Q: WHERE DID SHE PRACTICE AS A STUDENT AT HW? PERHAPS SHE TOOK A HIATUS, & RTNed TO IT AS AN ADULT WHEN SHE DISCOVERED SHE WAS GAINING WEIGHT? (also: remem that music will eventually stop playing/be turned off.)
ENTER...THE SCENE FRAGMENTS!
"Sirius, have you seen any of my (blank--socks?)" James asked from across the dormitory.
"I might have..." Sirius confessed a little nervously.
"Can you look?" James said, a little bit annoyed.
Sirius hopped off his bed, where he had been sitting, and dove under his bed. There were two socks in plain view on top of the mound of junk. "I'm never going to hear the end of this," he thought briefly before resurfacing.
"Two," he announced glumly, holding them up.
"Two?!!"
"Yes."
"And they're from two different-coloured pairs! You messed up two pairs of socks!" James said, pretending to be angrier than he actually was. "Give me those!" He snatched the socks away from Sirius.......etc.
(follow-up scene):
"Hey Sirius," Peter greeted as S. walked up (from where?).
"Hey."
"I lost a..... Can I look under your bed?"
Another:
[mastur. scene-which person?; later (morn after) whoever it was sez something like "do u kno how many times I've to thought of u?"]
a portion of the former (goes before 1st kiss??):
[see spa (no; not "Spanish") papers – it's too dark in my room to read them right now, lol]
SCENE FRAGMENT: (TAKES PLACE IN TRANSFIG.)
He had no idea what she was saying. All he could pay attention to was her firm hand rubbing his upper back, back and forth more times than could be considered strictly platonic. She finished with a series of gentle pats, and moved on.
Another:
["Let's have sex"/grateful for shower scene-Gryf. tower showers broken (by Peeves)/has just played Quidditch]
Yet another:
...
"Do you have any idea how many times I've thought that I could never be more than a student to you?"
She smirked happily/contentedly, saying "Probably about as many times as I've thought that I could never be more than a teacher to you."
"Is this the part where I say something mushy and then we kiss?"
"So say something mushy."
He looked straight into her (slate grey?) eyes. "Minerva, I love you," he said solemnly. He hadn't even realized it was true until he heard the words coming out of his mouth. Because that's not cliché.
...(tiny fragment)
He gave her a salute (in the UK??). "Yes ma'am," he said, grinning.
IDEA: Lily makes SGFOCPK joke (no one gets it; she has to explain)
IDEA: S or M has an "eyebrow fetish"; compliments o'er on eyebrows
IDEA: (UST; before 1st kiss) S keeps telling M to come closer; hears her breathing accelerate; finally, when she's really close, he fakes her out by either patting her on the head or tipping her chin (how to say the latter?)
(borrowed from a HGMM fic: M seductive voice S never thought he'd hear from his strict prof.-that's almost wd-4-wd; change to avoid plagiarism)
(S should some pt have a roguish grin, & another X say something cheekily.)
(time frame for all of this? weeks? months?)
(interesting thought: wizards' strong emotions lead to wandless magic when young. when older, in moments of passion, could clothes "vanish" in a similar fashion?)
(from a HGMM fic: M has an "authority card" she can play to change the topic/control the situation. Also, should I use the "extra lessons" cliché so that (later on in the story
the 2 can explain things away?) Remus could be nasty about how the lessons don't seem to be improving S's performance in Transfig. Lessons suggested by James/Peter/LILY (again, she's a wmn & savvy to this kind of stuff) when someone pts out how obvious S+M are being? (as a way to keep things secret))
(same fic as above: M has a "wall around her." contrast w/ S wearing his heart on his sleeve - accentuate/intensify w/ following):
SOMETHING ABOUT HOW S's FRIENDS KNOW, WHICH IS A RELEASE TO A CERTAIN EXTENT, BUT M CAN NEVER TELL ANYONE; BOTTLED UP
(same fic: phrase: "misplaced feelings" - S feelings 4 M)
(ditto: Dumbles can see thru her wall (& thru S's nonsense). also, for a ADMM fic (their ages=?), this ability to see thru her makes him able to look thru her pushing him away. also, D could be somewhat older than M; something about how it seemed like a big deal in their youth, but no longer is.)
(OMFG. just realized they're cat & dog. dog chases cat...)
Another:
"You never did tell me anything about your love life before me," Sirius said/pointed out.
"Quit being so nosy, boy," replied Minerva with a teasing smile.
"Are you ticklish?" asked Sirius out of the blue.
"No..." she replied, but her shifty eyes betrayed her.
A crafty smile came over Sirius' face. "Tell me or I'll tickle the living daylights out of you."
"Not fair."
"Well?" he said, wiggling "tickling fingers" in the air.
"Fine, fine! There really isn't that much to tell."
(something about how, w/ most recent romance, she was old enough that she didn't take it too seriously. S sez something about "do you take this seriously, then?")
(they play 20 Q's???)
(all romantic scenes: integrate o'er senses; taste, smell (M lavender soap? bathtub scene? is she aware lavender=scent men like most? - OR S likes black licorice (Muggle candy Lily showed him?) & tastes of. it 1 night after a Hogsmeade trip - Hogsmeade "date"?), sound/quality of voices (M Scottish accent? alto? - S baritone?...) lol, someone should sing for no apparent reason) - height: M intimidatingly tall for a wmn; S not fully grown 17 - explain in body, or A/N beg ch.? -- but then why's he taller than her when they walk to Filch's...place?)
(epilogue: Remus & Sirius' falling out (things only sorta resolved) later leads S to tell James to make Peter Secret Keeper)
(for an A/N: beanie is sim to (but not exactly same as) a stocking cap)
(S skin color? (canon?) M's? one should be pale (Welsh coloring) & the other darker. Just read a fic where M has dark nips...like that idea (tho don't intend to make it pr0n))
(arack! M hasn't yet said anything coyly!:
blah blah blah...
"And just who is it that you want?" he asked mischievously.
"Who do you think?" she replied coyly.
...
lalala...(early morn)
Sirius tried his best to shut the portrait hole quietly. He thought he'd succeeded, until he saw movement from a corner of the room. Remus Lupin was sitting in the dark and staring/glaring at him malevolently.
"...yes?" Sirius said, feigning nonchalance.
"You slept with her. Didn't you."
"I'm certain I have no idea what you're talking about," Sirius replied coldly. Remus just snorted derisively. "Not that it's any of your business, of course. Good night," he finished tersely, and went up to his dorm. From his bed he heard Remus enter the room a few minutes later, but pretended to be asleep.
...
(Colleen quote about not dancing naked when older b/c when U stop moving everything else doesn't (meaning fat - rephrase?)