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Post by osusprinks on Jan 1, 2007 19:44:44 GMT -5
I love this story. It is so hilarious! Thanks for sharing!
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Post by StormAngel on Jan 2, 2007 1:49:56 GMT -5
lol!! I love this. Its totally great!
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Post by Drake on Jan 7, 2007 17:48:27 GMT -5
Even the house-elves!!! That's just too much for poor Albus to handle. Too much for anyone to handle, really.
If our favorite female teachers are anything like me, I'd advise all the men to lock themselves in the Astronomy Tower and throw large quantities of Chocolate Frogs out the window on an hourly basis. ;D
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Post by childminerva on Jan 7, 2007 17:59:21 GMT -5
If our favorite female teachers are anything like me, I'd advise all the men to lock themselves in the Astronomy Tower and throw large quantities of Chocolate Frogs out the window on an hourly basis. ;D That is a brilliant idea...good plot bunny there too! Thanks for reviewing guys, I hope to have more of these up soon. I'm also working really hard on my new songfic, so we will see what gets posted first!
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Post by maritelske on Jan 9, 2007 4:26:40 GMT -5
These are just beautiful, childminerva. Thankyou so much for posting them. Do you plan to complete all 100 prompts? What an accomplishment that would be!
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Post by childminerva on Jan 13, 2007 17:36:40 GMT -5
This is doubling a contest entry for the hideaway...hehe. I dedicate this to Luda...who continues to terrify Brown school students with his singing. maritelske: yes...I do plan to do them all, though it will take me awhile! Thank you for your kind review!
-------------------------------------- #91 Birthday Severus Snape entered the staff room one Sunday morning in his usual manner, grumpy and unwilling to talk. So when Minerva McGonagall wished him good morning, he merely grunted. Minerva McGonagall does not like to be grunted at by anyone, especially Severus Snape. And so she decided that a little early morning punishment was in order.
“Why Severus,” she exclaimed, as though struck by a new thought, “today is January ninth! Isn’t that your birth-“
Severus looked at Minerva in alarm and shook his head furiously, a look of panic on his face.
“Minerva, please,” Severus whispered, “don’t!”
But it was too late. The headmaster had heard Minerva’s words and he rushed towards Severus, ready to deliver the birthday gift he gave every staff member, a gift they all dreaded year after year.
Severus’s mouth dropped open in horror and Minerva smirked.
“Happy birthday to you,” Albus Dumbledore began, deepening his voice and singing slowly and loudly, oblivious to the terror he was causing for Severus or of the laughter of the other staff members, “happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Severus! Happy birthday to you…!”
Albus held out the last note as Severus made a small keening noise and gripped the roots of his hair as if to pull it out. The other staff members clapped and sniggered a bit while Albus beamed at his Potions master.
“Would you like an encore, Severus?” the headmaster asked earnestly.
At these words Severus gave a small scream and ran from the room; Albus turned to Minerva with a confused expression.
“What do you think he meant by that, Minerva?” he asked. She tried not to smile.
“I think he was a bit overwhelmed by your gift,” she told him and the headmaster nodded happily.
“I think so too.”
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Post by osusprinks on Jan 13, 2007 17:39:36 GMT -5
That is so cute. Poor Sev.
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Post by Drake on Jan 13, 2007 18:23:52 GMT -5
Yay Albus!
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Post by maritelske on Jan 17, 2007 5:15:58 GMT -5
He. He. He.
I don't particularly like Snape (well, at all - really) but this little piece was just beautiful. I loved his pleading - and the way you built it up, only to have the whole piece centered on singing Happy Birthday.
And the 'overwhelmed by your gift' line was a hoot.
Just loving myself sick over this series of 100 pieces - they are beautiful.
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Post by furandfeathers on Jan 25, 2007 22:02:22 GMT -5
I can't believe I haven't reviewed these! I am such a slug. Anyway, I just read them all...and I have a terrible memory, so I made a list! lol Blue- I loved the "he's twinkling at me!" line Drinks- the entire this was fantastic, I laughed all the way through. Triangle- I have this image of Albus being one of those reallllly enthusiastic triangle players...it's great. Years- omg! I cried...it was beautiful, but so sad Storm- made me laugh. And I completely relate, I have an Irish temper and finally, Birth- was absolutely adorable! And I really liked the use of the unconventional song Fantastic job, as always! (and I promise I'll review more often *guilty little smile* *Lizz
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Post by StormAngel on Jan 28, 2007 8:31:59 GMT -5
lol!! that's cute. Poor sevvie...
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Post by childminerva on Feb 1, 2007 12:51:29 GMT -5
Thank you everyone for the marvelous reviews! I'm sorry I haven't done more of these lately...I've been busy with RL and challenge entries for another site. The good thing about that is that I've written different kinds of fics and other ships, the bad part is that I haven't done much ADMM.
But today I learned that Harry Potter 7 is going to come out July 26th, 2007 and I am so excited that I decided to write a fluffy ADMM fic. (that's pretty excited ) This one is for EloquentPhoenix, because she is still a fluffer at heart.------------------------------------- #16 Purple “But why…” “Silly really…” “It’s perfectly obvious, and yet there are so many examples of this…” “I wonder…” Minerva McGonagall had been reading but as these mutterings continued she flung down her book and glared at the man sitting on the other side of the table. “Albus Dumbledore, if you do not cease that incessant muttering at once I will hex you into the next century!” Minerva’s husband looked up from the plate in front of him and smiled benignly at his wife. “I’m sorry, my dear. Was I distracting you?” Minerva fought the urge to roll her eyes. “You made it quite impossible to read,” she told him stiffly. “I’m so sorry,” said Albus, “but since you have put your book down, perhaps you could help me solve this little riddle.” Minerva sighed and nodded reluctantly. “All right Albus, what is it?” Albus beamed and picked up the plate of food that lay on the table before him and rushed around the table to sit next to Minerva. Once seated, Albus pointed to the food on his plate. “Minerva, what is all of this?” Minerva stared at the food and then up at her husband. “Are you feeling all right, dear?” she asked him, a look of bewildered concern on her face. Albus was known to ask strange questions but this was a bit odd, even for him. “I’m fine,” said Albus impatiently, “just tell me what you see on this plate.” Minerva gave Albus another confused look and then turned back to the plate. “Well, there are some blueberries and some red cabbage also some red grapes. Why do you ask?” Minerva looked up at Albus inquiringly and was surprised to see a scowl on his face as he looked down at the plate of food. “Albus?” Suddenly Albus slapped his hands down onto the table and leapt to his feet, causing Minerva to jump. “PURPLE!” he roared. “W-what?” Minerva stammered. She had never seen Albus so upset and she had no idea why. “Purple!” he yelled again, pointing down at the food. “This food is all purple!” “Ah, okay,” said Minerva slowly, wondering if she ought to summon the mediwitch. “Albus, are you sure you are feeling all right?” Albus looked down at his wife and sat down again, giving her an apologetic smile. “Sorry Minerva.” Minerva laid her hand on his arm and spoke softly. “What’s bothering you?” Albus sighed. “It’s all this food that is quite clearly purple and yet people insist upon misnaming it.” As he spoke Albus picked up the different foods and showed them to Minerva. “This cabbage leaf here,” he told her, “everyone calls it ‘Red Cabbage’ and yet it is quite clearly purple. The same with these grapes. Now the blueberries are a bit different, most of them do appear to be blue on the outside, but squish them and you can see that they too are purple!” To prove his point, Albus smashed two blueberries with his fingers and held the pulpy mush up for his wife to see. Minerva stared at the purple juice and then at her husband’s earnest face. “This is what had you so upset?” she asked slowly. “This is what you were muttering about? This is the reason I was unable to finish my book in peace?” Albus nodded his face serious. Minerva closed her eyes and counted silently. After a sufficient period she opened her eyes again and looked at her husband. “Albus,” she said softly, “I love you. But you are the most idiotic man I have ever met!” Minerva stood up swiftly and slapped Albus across the back of his head and snatched up her book before storming off. Albus watched her go and looked down at his plate of misnamed food sadly. “And I was sure she would know the answer to this one.”
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Post by Aeronnen on Feb 1, 2007 13:10:46 GMT -5
That's so funny!! I was trying not to giggle out loud. Amazing. How did you get the idea? Very unusual. LOl.
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Post by EloquentPhoenix on Feb 1, 2007 13:54:16 GMT -5
;D I thought I'd leave you a review here too. I have this silly smile on my face thinking of Albus and how frustrated Min was with him. I love that she slapped him across the back of the head, I can really picture that.
Thank you ;D
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Post by jayejaye on Feb 1, 2007 14:24:01 GMT -5
He so deserved that slap..lol how irritating. It's a good job she loves him. Great job hon... :-)
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Post by furandfeathers on Feb 1, 2007 15:56:18 GMT -5
LMAO! omg, this is great! haha....you know what makes it even funnier? He's absolutely right! ;D
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Post by Drake on Feb 1, 2007 18:50:09 GMT -5
Ditto to furandfeathers, and I really loved it too!
The way he thought she would know the answer is just priceless. And I can totally see this entire scene. Tis awesome.
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Post by osusprinks on Feb 1, 2007 20:49:48 GMT -5
I love it when your guy can make you want to laugh and commit homicide at the same time. It's then you know you love them. lol
I love this story! Amazing idea for this prompt! I love it!
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Post by childminerva on Feb 6, 2007 20:23:04 GMT -5
A poem, strange because I'm not very good at poetry, but this is a contest entry for a contest at the Hideaway. It was to write a poem about a student from a professor's POV...so here it is! -------------------------- #88 School
I watch her as she works, Her expression focused, Eager, intent, Thirsting for knowledge.
I consider her from my desk, Her dark hair falls into her eyes. It bothers her but I thank Merlin she keeps it down. I long to run it through my fingers.
I admit she tried my patience During her first year here. Knowing so much, She shamed me with her expectations.
I came to respect her, begrudgingly, As the years went by. When did respect become love? I can never be sure.
I try to ignore the way I feel. I am a grown man, her teacher, She is too young, my desires forbidden. Yet I’ve seen the same look in her eyes.
I know she feels the same, Her eyes dance when ours meet, She gasps when our hands touch. I too feel the jolt of power, of desire.
I cannot let myself give in. She is so innocent, so perfect. I deny myself the pleasure of her Christian name. “Good day, Miss McGonagall.”
I make myself meet her gaze. A flash of pain as she understands. Her reply cuts me to the heart. “Good day, Professor.”
----------------------- It's deliberately supposed to look like HGSS from the start...I hope to fool the judge and hope she doesn't punish me too harshly when she reads the ending--she's a diehard HGSS shipper!
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Post by osusprinks on Feb 6, 2007 21:10:53 GMT -5
I love this. You are so good. It's like every idea you touch turns to gold.
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Post by childminerva on Feb 6, 2007 21:15:58 GMT -5
I love this. You are so good. It's like every idea you touch turns to gold. Flatterer. That is not remotely true, but I'm pleased you think so.
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Post by furandfeathers on Feb 6, 2007 21:43:04 GMT -5
no it's true, you're writing is amazing. I'm not a huge fan of poetry, (possibly because I can't write it) but I really like this. And had I not known who it was about, I wouldn't have thought it was them. If that makes sense.... anyway, another great response! *Lizz
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Post by jayejaye on Feb 7, 2007 11:46:14 GMT -5
for some reason ff.net won't let me review,so... Yep...definitly true. I was so sure it was another HG/SS fic. I'm sure she will be fooled. I loved the line "I deny myself the pleasure of her Christian name" Brilliant. Poppy :-)
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Post by childminerva on Feb 9, 2007 18:44:37 GMT -5
I can only send my most profound apologies to jaye...all this fluff is hurting me too.
But this is not just any fluffy ficlet...this is OSUSprink's reward for being such an amazing Prefect over at the Hideaway and for bringing in 275 points during the January contests, helping our house, Hufflepuff, win the house cup for the month.
Thank you Sprinkles! ---------------------------------------------------- #59 Food
Albus Dumbledore was always a most polite young man; he said ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ and was always helpful around the house. He obeyed his parents and looked after his younger brother. He was hardly ever disciplined and adults would always tell his mother how lucky she was to have such a sweet tempered son. Mrs. Dumbledore agreed and considered her son to be quite obliging, except in one area.
He would not eat his vegetables.
Mild tempered as he was, Albus could also be extremely stubborn and he flatly refused to eat vegetables in any form. He ate fruit and grains and meat, but never would he touch a carrot or a green bean. To further frustrate his parents, Albus had an insatiable love of sweets.
The constant struggle over food greatly upset his mother and when Albus finally went off to school, Mrs. Dumbledore sighed with relief knowing that his eating habits and health were finally out of her hands.
Contrary to his mother’s dire warnings, Albus’s teeth did not fall out nor did he develop an unsightly and permanent rash upon his face. Albus was as healthy as a man who refuses to eat vegetables and consumes an outrageous amount of candy can be. Upon becoming Headmaster of Hogwarts, however, he did begin taking vitamin potions, just in case.
Albus continued to eat as he pleased for over a hundred years before a certain young woman put a stop to that.
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“Albus!”
“Yes my dear, is something the matter?” Albus Dumbledore stopped pouring syrup on his pancakes long enough to smile inquiringly at the woman on his left.
Minerva McGonagall stared in horror at the massive pile of pancakes already dripping in butter and syrup and coated with a heavy layer of powdered sugar.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that so much sugar would make your teeth fall out?”
Albus smiled.
“She did,” he assured her. “But as you can see, they haven’t yet.”
He flashed her a wide grin before reaching for the chocolate sauce.
Minerva frowned at him.
“Well you will just have to eat a healthy lunch to make up for your breakfast.”
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Minerva made sure that she sat next to the Headmaster at lunch that day so that she could make certain he ate a decent meal. Albus smiled at her as he sat down and began to load his plate with chicken and fruit salad.
“Albus?” said Minerva as he began to eat. “Why don’t you eat some carrots, or some of these peas?”
Albus made a noise of disgust and shook his head.
“No thank you my dear, I don’t eat vegetables.”
Minerva raised an eyebrow.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean exactly what I say,” he told her. “I do not eat them. Never have and never will.”
Minerva frowned and narrowed her eyes.
“I’ll change that,” she told him.
Albus shook his head.
“No, you won’t.
Minerva’s pride flared; she could do anything she set her mind to and no one was going to tell her otherwise.
“Oh I will,” she told him icily, “that’s a promise.”
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That afternoon, Albus received a note from one of the house elves. It was from Minerva, asking him to have dinner with her in her rooms. He returned the note answering in the affirmative and happily knocked on her door at the appointed time.
“Come in.”
Albus let himself in and stood a moment in the doorway, letting himself enjoy the sights and smells of the room. The dark red and gold tapestries and the heady scent of ginger reminded him of his fiery friend and he enjoyed the brief time he was able to bask in these sensations.
Minerva watched him standing in the doorway and raised her eyebrows inquiringly.
“Well?” she asked. “Aren’t you going to join me?”
She indicated the table in front of her that was laden with various dishes.
“Of course,” he said hastily, crossing to the table and taking a seat next to Minerva.
Usually when Albus and Minerva were alone, he tried to keep as much distance between them as he could, just in case he did anything rash, like kissing her or blurting out exactly how he felt about her. But tonight, the only chair at the table was placed next to hers.
Albus accepted a plate from Minerva and looked at the dishes on the table, searching for something to add to his plate, but there was a problem.
“It’s all vegetables.”
“Well spotted, Albus,” said Minerva lightly, taking his plate and filling it up herself.
Albus sighed.
“Minerva,” he said slowly, trying not to let his impatience show, “I realize that you are set on making me eat my vegetables, but I must ask that you just leave me be. I’ve made it one hundred and twenty years without consuming those things; I don’t see any reason why I should change the way I eat now.”
“I’ll give you a reason,” said Minerva sharply. “The way you eat is just plain silly. No vegetables, but piles and piles of sugar. That’s ridiculous. You’re a grown man, Albus, act like one.”
Albus leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Minerva.
Minerva sighed and speared a green bean with her fork.
“Open up,” she commanded.
Albus pressed his lips together and shook his head.
“You’re acting just like a child!” Minerva exclaimed. “Now open your mouth and eat this!”
Minerva held the fork up to his face, but Albus turned away.
She decided to try something else.
“Would you eat it for a kiss?” Minerva asked innocently.
Albus’s mouth dropped open.
“What did you say?” he croaked, afraid to trust his own ears.
Minerva twirled the fork in her fingers and smiled mischievously at Albus.
“I said, would you eat it for a kiss?”
Albus stared at Minerva, not sure what was going on. But he nodded.
Minerva held up the fork and let him eat the lone green bean. He grimaced but chewed and swallowed obediently. Still smiling, Minerva leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips.
“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” she asked teasingly as Albus fought to control his breathing.
He pulled her close to kiss her again, but Minerva pulled away.
“No,” she told him firmly. “One kiss for every bite, no more.”
Albus stared at Minerva in surprise and then laughed.
“All right then,” he said. “Another forkful if you please.”
Minerva obliged and kissed Albus again after each bite.
Soon, the food was forgotten as Minerva broke her own rule and snuggled into Albus’s embrace as their kissing continued.
Some time later, Minerva broke away and grinned.
“You’ll have to eat an entire plateful of vegetables to make up for all of those kisses.”
Albus growled and pulled her back into his arms.
“It’ll be worth it.”
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From that day forward, Albus never failed to eat a healthy helping of vegetables for lunch and dinner. He never failed to remind Minerva of his efforts, and Minerva, for her part, never failed to reward him.
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Post by osusprinks on Feb 9, 2007 18:59:39 GMT -5
I love this so much! Thank you for writing it for me! And thank you to Jaye for dealing with it! lol
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Post by laundry basket on Feb 9, 2007 19:59:49 GMT -5
lol...that was so cute! ya gotta love the fluffy fics
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Post by furandfeathers on Feb 9, 2007 22:56:30 GMT -5
awwww what a cute idea! Just what I needed after a really long night at work ;D
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Post by EloquentPhoenix on Feb 12, 2007 17:23:14 GMT -5
Dear, I just can't understand how you can't love fluff when you write it so damn wonderfully! All this fluff is doing wonders for me
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Post by jayejaye on Feb 13, 2007 11:54:11 GMT -5
I'm beginning to think ff.net doesn't like me...if won't let me rewiew anything *pouts* still........ A very cute..and funny fic. the people in the library must have thought I was nuts sitting there giggling. It's ok hon...I forgive you for all the fluff (just don't let them turn you completly). Anyhoo...Sprinkles deserves it.. Jaye :-)
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Post by childminerva on Feb 21, 2007 16:09:41 GMT -5
Some of you may have read this already--it was my response to Challenge #73 in the challenge section of this site. -------------------------------------------------------- #74 Dark “Why can’t we just get the book from the Room of Requirement?” Ron Weasley asked as the three friends crept down the empty hallway covered by an invisibility cloak.
Next to him underneath the cloak, Hermione Granger sighed.
“We’ve already discussed this. Filch and Mrs. Norris have been watching that part of the castle,” she told him in a whisper. “Harry saw them on the map. But this part of the castle was clear, right Harry?”
“Um, well it was when I checked back in the common room,” Harry muttered.
“What do you mean?” Hermione demanded. She stopped walking, forcing the two boys to stumble under the cloak and stop as well.
“I accidentally left it in the dormitory, alright?” said Harry irritably.
“But Harry, how are we supposed to get back without running into someone?” asked Hermione, almost forgetting to lower her voice.
“Hush! We still have the cloak,” Harry told her. “Come on, we need to get that book from the library and get back to the common room.”
Hermione glared at Harry, but it went unnoticed in the darkness. The three continued on to the library and once inside, shuffled to the Restricted section. When they had made it to those special shelves, Hermione and Harry slipped out from under the cloak and began searching the titles for the book they needed. Ron stayed under the cloak and kept watch as the other two searched by the small light of their wands.
After a few minutes of searching, Harry and Hermione heard Ron rush over to them.
“I hear something,” he hissed.
Harry and Hermione quickly ducked under the cloak and waited silently. After a moment, they too heard something coming from a few bookshelves away.
As one, the three friends moved slowly towards the sound and stopped. Harry and Hermione still had their wands lit and the meager light filtered through the cloak, throwing a tiny amount of light upon the two figures before them.
Despite the poor lighting, there was no way to mistake the identity of the two people. Albus Dumbledore’s long white hair and beard absorbed the light and all three students knew that the tartan witch’s hat that lay discarded on the ground beside the couple could only belong to Minerva McGonagall.
The two professors were locked in a tight embrace, kissing passionately. As the stunned trio stood under the cloak, Dumbledore rubbed circles on McGonagall’s back with one hand while he pulled her dark hair from its perpetual bun. McGonagall ran her fingers through his hair and beard.
The noise that Ron had heard was the rustling of the adults’ cloaks as they moved against each other and the surrounding bookshelves. But now the three students could also hear the transfiguration professor as she moaned into the Headmaster’s mouth. It was that sound that released the trio from their shocked positions.
Quietly as they could, the three friends backed out of the library. Once out of that room, Harry pulled the invisibility cloak into his arms and they all broke into a run. The Fat Lady permitted them into the common room and the three Gryffindors fell gratefully into the plush chairs in front of the common room fire.
There was silence for a few moments, but finally Hermione spoke.
“I really had no idea,” she whispered. “I mean I thought they were just friends.”
Harry shook his head and snorted.
“That was a bit more than ‘just friends’ wouldn’t you say?” he said. “I mean, wow. Who would ever have imagined McGonagall snogging in the library?”
He started to laugh at the absurdity of what he had just witnessed and turned to Ron, expecting his friend to join in with his laughter.
“Uh, Ron?” said Harry, looking at his friend with concern.
Ron sat upright in one of the armchairs, his face pale and wearing a look of deepest horror, his mouth gaping open like a beached fish. Ron was staring straight ahead, at Harry words he tried to speak, but what came out was a series of splutters and incoherent stuttering.
Hermione rushed to his side and gripped his hand.
“Ron?” she whispered, “What is it?”
She had to put her hear to his lips in order to hear what he whispered.
“That was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh Ron,” said Hermione reproachfully, “don’t be so dramatic! It was just two people kissing, it’s not like you’ve never see it happen before.”
Ron broke out of his trance and glared at Hermione.
“Yeah,” he said, “but never Dumbledore and McGonagall! I mean, McGonagall…bloody hell!”
Ron leaned forward and clutched his stomach as if he was about to be sick.
Hermione moved away from Ron and looked at him in disgust.
“Ron that’s just silly,” she told him, “I think it’s sweet.”
Ron moaned and shook his head.
Harry laughed at his friend and then remembered the reason they had been in the library in the first place.
“We never got the book!” he said. “We’ll have to go back tomorrow night.”
Ron looked up at Harry in horror and shook his head back and forth.
“Nuh uh,” he said. “I’m never going back in there at night, what if they decide to snog there again?”
“We’ll just check the Marauder’s Map,” Hermione told him impatiently.
Harry jumped up from his seat and raced up the steps to the boy’s dormitory and returned with the map clutched in his hand. He unrolled it and tapped it with his wand, muttering the words that would reveal the map’s special abilities.
“They’re gone,” he said at last. “We could go back and get it now.”
“Are you sure they’re gone?” Hermione asked with a frown. “Maybe they have a way of hiding themselves or something.”
Harry looked over the map and grinned suddenly, shaking his head.
“No,” he told her. “See for yourself.”
Harry held the map out to Hermione and pointed to a certain room of the castle.
Hermione gasped and let out a giggle.
Harry then showed Ron, who moaned again and buried his face into the arm of his chair.
The Marauder’s Map showed an empty library and the two dots that were labeled ‘Dumbledore’ and ‘McGonagall’ were in a different part of the castle. They were side by side in a room marked ‘McGonagall’s Chambers’.
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