Post by Hogwarts Duo on Oct 10, 2005 14:04:28 GMT -5
Rating: Spooky fun for all ages!
Note: The words in italics mean Argus is actually speaking. They are not his thoughts since this is written from his point of view. Hope that’s not confusing to anyone.
I am not sure how to tell Minerva but I have to find a way somehow. I watch her from the back of the Great Hall as she laughs and jokes with that imbecile of a Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. She seems to get immense pleasure from sitting beside him but if I were there, maybe she would pay me the same amount of attention. She looks so delicate and dainty as she lifts her silver fork to her mouth and I envy the utensil as it touches her lips. But I should not share those thoughts with you.
As the dinner ends, Mrs. Norris and I go to a dark corner of the hallway and wait, as we do every night. Minerva never veers from her routine, for which I am grateful. Every night after the evening meal, she walks slowly back to her rooms. I can’t help but wonder if she is as lonely as I am and if she would enjoy spending a little time in my company. I know that I would be thrilled if only she would grant me an evening to show her that I am not just a squib at this school but I am also a man who has feelings and desires, just like every wizard here. I am not dumb enough to believe that I could compete with the handsome and talented Dumbledore in some respects but I could give her a real life and I would be so devoted to her. Magical powers aren’t everything and if given the chance I could make her see that.
As she enters her chamber door and it closes behind her, I slink out of the shadows and touch the golden doorknob, caressing it softly. If I am quick enough, I can still feel a sliver of warmth where her hand has just been and it gives me such a thrill. And then I go back into the shadows and wait once more for the second part of her evening.
Invariably, after bed checks and curfews, Minerva will enter the hallway again. Her hair will be down and she will look like an angel, a radiant and untouchable angel, as she glides down the corridor towards the main hallway. It is there that she meets Albus Dumbledore and the two make their way either upwards towards the Astronomy Tower or out onto the grounds. I do not follow them because I have no desire to think of the things he does to her when they are alone, so I usually sit and wait until they return. He has no right to pretend he is only her friend when I see the desire and lust in his eyes for her. But until I tell her of my feelings, I have no right to say otherwise to either of them.
Tonight, I have decided that while she is out with the Headmaster, I will enter her rooms. I want to see how my darling Minerva decorates her private rooms and to get a feel for the types of things she prefers. Then, once I get my wages, I will be able to buy her something as a small token of admiration and then I can go about showing her all the ways I could make her happy.
I watch as Minerva loops her arm through his and it takes all of my resolve to keep my mouth closed. I hate the thoughts of him touching her, in even the simplest of ways. I want to be the man she spends her free time and nights with but until then, I must endure this little charade between the two of them.
With my trusted cat at my heels, we dash down the corridors, paying no mind to the students out of bed and no doubt up to mischief. I have more important things on my mind at the moment and very limited time in which to sneak into her rooms. Fortunately for me, I overheard her speaking the password to her chambers which will grant me access into her inner sanctuary.
I step inside and immediately I can feel my body reacting to the sights and smells caressing my senses. Her hypnotic perfume lingers in the air, no doubt from where she dabbed some on her wrist or that long creamy neck of hers before meeting the old leech. I see photographs on the fireplace mantle of friends and family. I can’t help but notice how several of them include the old man who now escorts her in the moonlight. But I can’t think of that now. I am on a mission and I would hate to get caught.
I walk through the sitting room, touching small pieces of furniture where she has no doubt relaxed in her free time. A small teacup sits abandoned on a table along with a small plate of ginger newts. Before I have time to think, my hand has reached out to take the half eaten biscuit in my mouth as I imagine her lips having been there before more. I do the same with the remnants of the teacup as well, relishing the liquid as it glides down my throat. To think that my lips have just touched the cup where Minerva’s lips have been gives me a chill and I desperately want to take the cup with me but I ease it back to the saucer and turn my attentions to the bedroom door.
Before I enter her most private living area, I pause and close my eyes. I have imagined this room on many nights as I lay awake in my rooms and think of her. In my dreams, I see her lying in her bed, waiting for me and when I enter, I see the lust in her eyes. But every time I dream of these things, I work myself into such a state that I am forced to take matters into my own hands and while thinking of her, I find my release. These are thoughts that I would never share with her though for I do not wish to scare her away.
The room is decorated in richly colored fabrics and when my eyes behold her bed, my feet refuse to move. Deep burgundy sheets, which look like silk, and a thick down comforter adorn my love’s bed. The house elves have already been into her rooms to turn down the covers for the night and it is then that I find I am moving closer and closer to the bedside. I must touch the pillow where she lays her head at night so I stretch out my hand and I find myself clutching the pillow to my chest.
Oh the scents of her perfume and her shampoo mingle together and cause my body to quiver with anticipation and excitement. My mind starts to imagine her stepping from the shower with wet hair and her slipping between her silky sheets, wearing nothing but a smile on her face as she settles down for the night and into my waiting arms. I can feel my body reacting to the images floating through my mind but I must stop them before things go to far. As I still clutch the pillow to me, I press my lips to the pillow and then my heart stops when I hear his booming voice.
“ARGUS FILCH! What the hell are you doing in here?” Albus Dumbledore yells at me. I have no excuses ready for I did not plan on getting caught. Nothing I say to him will ever make up for what he has seen and he is such a powerful wizard he will be able to tell if I am telling lies to him. “ANSWER ME,” he demands once more.
I am at a loss for words and as if it were a small child, I gently place the pillow back where it belongs. I came in here looking for Professor McGonagall, Sir, I lie as I watch him close the distance between us. I know he does not believe me nor do I honestly expect him to.
“You were watching us as we left the main hall so I know you are lying. You do that every night and as long as Minerva did not take notice and you made no unwanted advances towards her, I have said nothing. You watch her at every meal and I see the emotions playing out in your eyes when you pass her in the hallways.”
With all due respect, Headmaster, you know nothing of what I feel for Professor McGonagall. You dance around her as if you care but night after night you take her on walks and return her without so much as a proper goodnight kiss. You pretend to be her friend and I can see the same desires and lusts in your eyes as you see in mine. But there’s a difference between us, though. I want to love her openly and with all my heart instead of toying with her. I want to hold her in my arms and show her that even a squib can make love as good or even better than a powerful wizard such as yourself. I want to one day marry her.
I watch as your mouth drops at my words and I can see your anger rising but yet you control it admirably. I cannot say I would have been as reserved if I had walked in and found someone else holding her pillow to his face. I do not dare move a muscle, though, because you could easily hex me or fire me even. That would be a fate worse than death for it would force me to leave Minerva behind.
“You have violated our trust, Argus. You have entered a woman’s rooms without being asked. You were touching her personal things and there is no telling what else you have done or on how many occasions. You say you love Minerva but if you do, then you would not sneak into her rooms and invade her personal space and privacy.”
Note: The words in italics mean Argus is actually speaking. They are not his thoughts since this is written from his point of view. Hope that’s not confusing to anyone.
I am not sure how to tell Minerva but I have to find a way somehow. I watch her from the back of the Great Hall as she laughs and jokes with that imbecile of a Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. She seems to get immense pleasure from sitting beside him but if I were there, maybe she would pay me the same amount of attention. She looks so delicate and dainty as she lifts her silver fork to her mouth and I envy the utensil as it touches her lips. But I should not share those thoughts with you.
As the dinner ends, Mrs. Norris and I go to a dark corner of the hallway and wait, as we do every night. Minerva never veers from her routine, for which I am grateful. Every night after the evening meal, she walks slowly back to her rooms. I can’t help but wonder if she is as lonely as I am and if she would enjoy spending a little time in my company. I know that I would be thrilled if only she would grant me an evening to show her that I am not just a squib at this school but I am also a man who has feelings and desires, just like every wizard here. I am not dumb enough to believe that I could compete with the handsome and talented Dumbledore in some respects but I could give her a real life and I would be so devoted to her. Magical powers aren’t everything and if given the chance I could make her see that.
As she enters her chamber door and it closes behind her, I slink out of the shadows and touch the golden doorknob, caressing it softly. If I am quick enough, I can still feel a sliver of warmth where her hand has just been and it gives me such a thrill. And then I go back into the shadows and wait once more for the second part of her evening.
Invariably, after bed checks and curfews, Minerva will enter the hallway again. Her hair will be down and she will look like an angel, a radiant and untouchable angel, as she glides down the corridor towards the main hallway. It is there that she meets Albus Dumbledore and the two make their way either upwards towards the Astronomy Tower or out onto the grounds. I do not follow them because I have no desire to think of the things he does to her when they are alone, so I usually sit and wait until they return. He has no right to pretend he is only her friend when I see the desire and lust in his eyes for her. But until I tell her of my feelings, I have no right to say otherwise to either of them.
Tonight, I have decided that while she is out with the Headmaster, I will enter her rooms. I want to see how my darling Minerva decorates her private rooms and to get a feel for the types of things she prefers. Then, once I get my wages, I will be able to buy her something as a small token of admiration and then I can go about showing her all the ways I could make her happy.
I watch as Minerva loops her arm through his and it takes all of my resolve to keep my mouth closed. I hate the thoughts of him touching her, in even the simplest of ways. I want to be the man she spends her free time and nights with but until then, I must endure this little charade between the two of them.
With my trusted cat at my heels, we dash down the corridors, paying no mind to the students out of bed and no doubt up to mischief. I have more important things on my mind at the moment and very limited time in which to sneak into her rooms. Fortunately for me, I overheard her speaking the password to her chambers which will grant me access into her inner sanctuary.
I step inside and immediately I can feel my body reacting to the sights and smells caressing my senses. Her hypnotic perfume lingers in the air, no doubt from where she dabbed some on her wrist or that long creamy neck of hers before meeting the old leech. I see photographs on the fireplace mantle of friends and family. I can’t help but notice how several of them include the old man who now escorts her in the moonlight. But I can’t think of that now. I am on a mission and I would hate to get caught.
I walk through the sitting room, touching small pieces of furniture where she has no doubt relaxed in her free time. A small teacup sits abandoned on a table along with a small plate of ginger newts. Before I have time to think, my hand has reached out to take the half eaten biscuit in my mouth as I imagine her lips having been there before more. I do the same with the remnants of the teacup as well, relishing the liquid as it glides down my throat. To think that my lips have just touched the cup where Minerva’s lips have been gives me a chill and I desperately want to take the cup with me but I ease it back to the saucer and turn my attentions to the bedroom door.
Before I enter her most private living area, I pause and close my eyes. I have imagined this room on many nights as I lay awake in my rooms and think of her. In my dreams, I see her lying in her bed, waiting for me and when I enter, I see the lust in her eyes. But every time I dream of these things, I work myself into such a state that I am forced to take matters into my own hands and while thinking of her, I find my release. These are thoughts that I would never share with her though for I do not wish to scare her away.
The room is decorated in richly colored fabrics and when my eyes behold her bed, my feet refuse to move. Deep burgundy sheets, which look like silk, and a thick down comforter adorn my love’s bed. The house elves have already been into her rooms to turn down the covers for the night and it is then that I find I am moving closer and closer to the bedside. I must touch the pillow where she lays her head at night so I stretch out my hand and I find myself clutching the pillow to my chest.
Oh the scents of her perfume and her shampoo mingle together and cause my body to quiver with anticipation and excitement. My mind starts to imagine her stepping from the shower with wet hair and her slipping between her silky sheets, wearing nothing but a smile on her face as she settles down for the night and into my waiting arms. I can feel my body reacting to the images floating through my mind but I must stop them before things go to far. As I still clutch the pillow to me, I press my lips to the pillow and then my heart stops when I hear his booming voice.
“ARGUS FILCH! What the hell are you doing in here?” Albus Dumbledore yells at me. I have no excuses ready for I did not plan on getting caught. Nothing I say to him will ever make up for what he has seen and he is such a powerful wizard he will be able to tell if I am telling lies to him. “ANSWER ME,” he demands once more.
I am at a loss for words and as if it were a small child, I gently place the pillow back where it belongs. I came in here looking for Professor McGonagall, Sir, I lie as I watch him close the distance between us. I know he does not believe me nor do I honestly expect him to.
“You were watching us as we left the main hall so I know you are lying. You do that every night and as long as Minerva did not take notice and you made no unwanted advances towards her, I have said nothing. You watch her at every meal and I see the emotions playing out in your eyes when you pass her in the hallways.”
With all due respect, Headmaster, you know nothing of what I feel for Professor McGonagall. You dance around her as if you care but night after night you take her on walks and return her without so much as a proper goodnight kiss. You pretend to be her friend and I can see the same desires and lusts in your eyes as you see in mine. But there’s a difference between us, though. I want to love her openly and with all my heart instead of toying with her. I want to hold her in my arms and show her that even a squib can make love as good or even better than a powerful wizard such as yourself. I want to one day marry her.
I watch as your mouth drops at my words and I can see your anger rising but yet you control it admirably. I cannot say I would have been as reserved if I had walked in and found someone else holding her pillow to his face. I do not dare move a muscle, though, because you could easily hex me or fire me even. That would be a fate worse than death for it would force me to leave Minerva behind.
“You have violated our trust, Argus. You have entered a woman’s rooms without being asked. You were touching her personal things and there is no telling what else you have done or on how many occasions. You say you love Minerva but if you do, then you would not sneak into her rooms and invade her personal space and privacy.”
