You are my Queen

[Dream's Girl]

A/N: Well..what do you think???(sorry i'm not good at English(((


Chapter 1

« It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.» - Albus Dumbledore translated a quote from the book on a window and grinned.

He came into the bookshop on his way to the Slanting lane to wait for the train. And well, at the same time, he decided to get acquainted closer with muggles’ culture.

He loved muggles.

Some wizards considered them as almost brainless human beings, but Dumbledore could result billions of arguments against it. He admired how well muggles lived without magic.

This book, for example: who there the author? Jane Austen. She had lived from 1775 to 1817; and what modern thoughts! And, the main ideas are modern not only for muggles, but also for wizards. For this, for example: the man is still not considered as old.

He has means. Well not in million, of course, but the salary of the teacher of magic of Hogwarts always was quite worthy; even very much. And now, he had become the director …

The memories of his new status at Hogwarts were her once more. He thought about his predecessor. His close friend and instructor Armando Dippet had died this summer.

- Mister! Will you buy the book? – the annoyed voice of the seller withdrew Dumbledore from his reverie.

- Yes, perhaps I will, - the professor paid for the book and left the shop for the street. He went to the Ministry of Magic and saw the Bank's summary.

At Hogwarts there was free place for a transfiguration teacher.

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Chapter 2

The interview was scheduled for eleven am. Not too late, not too early, and you could continue over lunch. Co-ingestion can tell a lot about other interlocutors. It is usually easier for the final decision.

Albus Dumbledore once again browsed the summary of the candidate today. The summary left him very impressed.
Minerva McGonagall. 30.

She was graduated from Hogwarts. Animagus. She had conducted researches on transfiguration for the past ten years. Degrees, the mass of published works. Reviews of colleagues said the best of it. He personally, as an expert on transfiguration, read her works. Their level had always been very high. Not married. No children.

She was the ideal candidate. Compared to the background of the other applicants, she was almost out of competition. Why such data to become a teacher?

However, he had returned to Hogwarts when he was about the same age. Interestingly enough, thinking about this muggle professor, he thought, Freud?

The Director went to meet the lady on the lawn in front of the castle. The day was a wonderful one, sunny but not too hot. The clock on the tower struck eleven.

From Hogsmeade approached tabby. The most recent blow the cat ran to him and turned to the person who for he was waiting. «Waited all his life», - Dumbledore thought simultaneously shocked as an attractive woman now stood in front of him. Second of course was stronger.

She was beautiful.

A frank and genuine lady dressed in a prim and proper coloring girl dress. The very dream of the scientist who remembers more about anything else than about his work: intelligent, organized (came just in time), neatly-dressed, and even science itself was the same. Not to mention how beautiful she was! She looked twenty years. Well, at least twenty-five when she was not smiling. But she smiled to him, and the director realized that the interviewing, in general, no longer had a meaning, or just to get acquainted closer. He forgot to greet first. The last time he was so embarrassed was, in seventh years, when he accidentally turned one teacher into a woodpecker (not all students immediately noticed the substitution, among other things).

Meanwhile Miss McGonagall breathed and presented herself:

- Hello, Professor! My name is Minerva McGonagall.

- Very pleased - Dumbledore came back to his mind, kissed her hand, thanking the heavens in his heart for what happened that day, watching his appearance and therefore looking less like a crazy genius, as usual. And yet he understood why the woman decided to work as a teacher. Because she just wanted a new job.

- To work with someone who drinks is a harassment of various kinds but likely, however, is quite decent. But to work with the person to whom you refused to get married - this means how largely complicated their lives were. The best way out of this situation is the way out of the organization where you worked.

- I invite you to the office, but in school repairs, all made of dust and dirt, well, you know. And the weather today is just fine. You do not mind, to walk around the school?

- Yes, of course - Miss McGonagall smiled again, the director breathed with delight.

Speaking on the theme of the profession (who would know what it cost at that focus!), they came to the greenhouses. Professor Dumbledore hesitated, like a normal man. Hem... It was a professional level, he did not doubt.

It was too soon to ask personal questions, and discuss the weather as the fall in its presentation of the interview about the adoption to work was not really good. But a joint dinner fitted perfectly. He had already met as a transfer subject to the chairs on the broom, and then on the «Three sweepers», when an owl landed on his shoulder.

Miss McGonagall stopped at the half. Dumbledore apologized and launched the received message. Cornelius Fudge, Head of the Department of Education in the Ministry of Magic, had asked him urgently to come to London to speak on several organizational issues. The director was ready to send it somewhere far away, but his sense of duty won.

- Sorry, I have to go to London. You are accepted. I’m waiting for you at Hogwarts on the first of September - he tried to smile, but, frankly, felt very unhappy about this.

- You know, I also have to go to London, at the Ministry of Magic, to inform them that you have taken me for the job - followed as a response. Dumbledore was ready to fly.

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A/N: here is chapter 3 and 4 please tell me what do you think?

Chapter 3

Cornelius Fudge met them in the hallway, in front of the entrance to his office.

It was dark.

He saw beside the professor a woman who greeted, and he invited them inside. In the study, it was lighter, and he saw WHICH woman he had invited. (Dumbledore had at once departed something from his head).

She was the dream of every politician, who still had not forgotten that he was a man: a beautiful, strictly but elegantly-dressed woman; and in her eyes lit a lot of intellect and self-esteem.

She clearly seemed able to behave in any kind society.

Why would he need to attend a variety of techniques and to conduct important meetings in an informal setting?

When he came back to his mind, he heard that Dumbledore presented her, and then he was introduced to the lady.

So, she was Minerva McGonagall.

And that sounded good! Gallantly kissing her hand, Fudge asked what question she had to ask.

Her message was very calm and she told him that she was just Dumbledore’s new employee.

Fudge did not understand how he wangled to get so quickly all the necessary documents.

She bid farewell to him and therefore Dumbledore and her left. Oh, well, he was looming! It also must be something. Nothing was done that could not be!

Dumbledore resigned from the Ministry leaving the Minister both confused and upset. Now she worked with him, and thus, he was not even able to eat alone in her company.


Chapter 4

The first of September was inevitably close.

Minerva understood that now she was already a teacher, and it did not hang over the mountain of homework but her heart stubbornly demanded continuation to the holidays.

She was, after all, here because her former head had proposed to her and she had declined. She did not love him. And even more now that it was somewhat demeaning! And he was... crazy!

«- Allow me, dear, to cheer up the idea that you have declined my offer only lip service. In short, I am convinced that for the following reasons that you shall accept: I do not think that I don’t deserve your hands or that the conditions of life that I am able to offer aren’t enough for you. I pay particularly attention to my position in society, with the Black family, and with close relatives of your family, such as your friends McKinnon. And, despite all of your dignity, you should be aware that you can not introduce a new case to marry. Your personality can be hard and weaken all the irresistible power of your beauty and other positive qualities. Therefore, I believe that your heart do not intend to deny. And I am inclined to explain myself and answer to your stronger desire to ignite my feelings through the charming coquetry of the peculiar comely woman you are ».

After such a speech that you usually restrain, Minerva nearly fell of her chair.

She even did not find an answer to such insults. If she had lived in the 19th century, she would have demanded satisfaction. She was ready, as to say, to sputter with rage, and poisoning was very desirable:

- You are crazy. I feel but disgust towards you. If, once in your life, you are closer to me than five yards, I will transform you into an oyster and drop you into the sea from a high cliff, only to see what it’s like!

How she remained self-controlled, only the vase knew, -which she launched after this maniac speech-, when he fled from her hard-pent-up fury. The vase broke into smithereens, but Minerva had not even felt it necessary to rebuild it. On the contrary, he should be sent with half the service.
After this, going on working in the laboratory was simply impossible.

Some friends told her that in Hogwarts there was a need of teacher of transfiguration. She decided it wasn’t the worst option,; and Miss McGonagall sent a resume to the Department of Education.

Professor Albus Dumbledore… She knew him. Who didn’t know him after his victory over Grindewald? He always made her feel respectful. His scientific work was very interesting. All their common friends commented on him and said he was very good. About him they said that he was very original, but there also weren’t any defamatory talks around his name.

All in all, he would surely be a good chief.

She was going to get this position, because Hogwarts was in Scotland - at home and far away from London and the previous work. What else could she dream of? Well, beside a husband, a pair of toddlers and a large account in bank.

For the interview, she arrived promptly at 11 o'clock.

Professor Dumbledore was really a very pleasant person, which clearly knew what he talked about. Although he looked slightly excited, probably still experiencing the loss of Directors Dippet. Evaluating him as a man… she did not even think about it. Memories of her old chief were still too fresh. Fortunately, she accepted.

She even managed to obtain documents on the very same day, having left Dumbledore in London, in the department of education. They talked to the head of the department in person. Frankly, he gave the impression of the dwarves, by all means trying to show how great he was.

However, he had done his work very quickly, so that everything was clear in twenty minutes.
Only remained things that needed to be done in the balance of vacation – it was lectures of transfiguration, but this was more of a pleasure than of a problem.

Still... oh... back to school! Well, what for?
All right, she would teach, but she didn’t really know to whom! It could not be the same as playing pranks! As it was in kindergarten...

[Dream's Girl]

Chapter 5

The first of September had come. Minerva arrived at the school in the morning, using a fireplace network. She inspected her cabinet and left to look for other teachers and the headmaster.

The school was completely involved in preparations for the coming of the students. House elves knocked down, simultaneously trying to finish with the bedrooms, to cook dinner, and again to wipe the dust of centuries-old paintings, statues and suits of armour. And Minerva, now more precisely Professor McGonagall, felt that it had to be so.

A neglected light (but still the only light) gave something very mysterious to the ancient castle, and it was incredibly charming. Even from the time of her study within these walls, she remembered the experience of living there as magic - it seemed, when you turned a corner that there would be some miracle... for example, marshland on the entire floor with a mysterious green mist or a troll from a dark cellar.
But when she wrapped the corner, there was only professor Dumbledore, and she stumbled and fell into his arms. She was shown to him like miracle. He decided that she was even prettier than he remembered. She was terribly embarrassed and red.

«Isn’t it like a love-scene from any novel?!» -She angrily thought and greeted.

Professor Dumbledore had immediately revealed that he was incredibly pleased to see her, because she was the first here (well, not only because of this...). He proposed to have breakfast in his room (a dream came true...) and discuss the upcoming evening.
The evening, as it turned out, promised to be languishing. He had to decide who would lead the first years in the Great Hall and then carry out the sorting. None of the professors were eager to take on such an honourable duty. Who needed extra trouble? Previously, as deputy director, it was Dumbledore who did so.

Freshmen lamped at him in the eyes of all – they didn’t meet every day a ‘living-hero’ who was on the cards of the «chocolate frogs»! - And just in case they behave quietly. Now he needed someone who could calm them, without such advantages. He would be pleased to appoint someone else, but Professor McGonagall was the only teacher who had not yet him politely (or not) refused. There was still, of course, Hagrid, but Dumbledore did not believe in his ability to quickly read the whole words, rather than a syllable.

To his surprise, Minerva gladly agreed. She always liked to watch solemnly as freshmen entering in the magnificent Great Hall, as a teacher flown floors mantle when he comes through the ranks... now she would do it herself. Another dream ... Khem-Khem... Er... In general, dreams become reality. The day began very well.
- By the way, - added the professor – Cornelius Fudge, head of calving education - you might remember him - has decided to honour our special dinner with their presence.

Cornelius Fudge had remembered all summer long of the mysterious lady, who would
teach transfiguration at Hogwarts. (Actually, the lady was not very mysterious, but he seemed that way it sounded nicer).
So he decided to appear at the banquet in honour of the beginning of the year. He was a glib excuse - it was necessary to announce the students that they had a new director. The fact that they were quite able to notice this change by themselves didn’t appear as a problem. His motto was the phrase «The Ministry is considering your interests, you want it or not».

The year began. Professor McGonagall, quickly and without unnecessary words, held distribution. Fudge again thought that she would be a great wife and good for new policies - there would have to open the celebrations! The rest of the evening he spoke with the director about the impact Quiddich and other competitive sports at the interdepartmental hostility.

Professor McGonagall was at this time talking with Rolanda Hooch, and they rapidly found a common language.
Fudge and Dumbledore periodically look at their side. There was even a third one, who often looked at Minerva McGonagall in this evening. This was a young professor named Flitwick.

[Twisted Peppermint]

so all three of them like her? let the heartache begin! continue

[Dream's Girl]

A/N: Twisted Peppermint yes all three of them

Chapter 6

Flitwik spent the whole evening looking at Minerva, and realized that he had fell in love at first sight!

Without being able to talk to her, he poured himself one glass after another.

In the morning, professor Flitwik’s head was strongly ill. He didn’t want to go and take breakfast, but remembered about who would be there, and did go. It would be better if he stayed. At breakfast his beloved was smiling to Dumbledore! (He told the next joke about trolls, but Flitwik certainly was not listening). In addition, this monster from the Ministry was in Hogwarts for the night and also tried to attract her attention as much as he could.

But she did not look at him, just greeted when they finally were introduced to each other. However, he early fell further into depression! He still was not even mentioned!

Professor Flitwik always considered himself an attractive man. And many ladies had agreed. Having talked with him for some time (which meant getting used to the appearance and beginning to see the soul), they began to think him as irresistible. Not beauty, but charm. They were attracted by his conversation, compliments, wit, sometimes even by poetry. And such things attract you for a longer period than the face. That was his main weapon; currently, however, only in a sober state. But Flitwik already started to get sober.

Dumbledore was in bliss. Even Cornelius Fudge could not spoil his mood of his stupid speech.

He escorted Minerva to her room (she really hds forgotten the location of the corridors, and could get lost). In the morning he helped her sit down when she came to breakfast. In gratitude, she gave him a charming smile. At this stage of their relationship it was the best reward.

She was talking with Professor Vector. Dumbledore listened to their conversation, and in one place successfully put his favorite anecdote. (All the teachers had already heard it a hundred times and contained a yawn, but Minerva was brand new and genuinely laughed. The joke was really funny). Fudge – who was an unfortunate nuisance, - would disappear from Hogwarts immediately after breakfast. The Director was confident in that.

In the morning Fudge disappeared, his last question being to know whether Dumbledore was trying to take care of Minerva; which he did.

Well, so interesting. Fudge felt comfortable. Intrigues, he knew how to weave an excellent. Women loved «prestigious» men. Dumbledore was quite a serious opponent though. He never was famous for Love victories. But the case was rather the one of his personal life in general, almost nobody knew about. With all external openness, he managed to save many details about themselves almost in secret. Dumbledore was her boss. Because of the situation at the last work she must be allergic to him.

He worked at another location. That was his advantage and the main problem. He always needed a reason to attend Hogwarts.

Minerva was nervous before the first lecture, as an actress before the debut. But everything went smoothly. The first pair was the first years. For them, this also was the first lecture, so that they were less nervous. It may have been a little stricter than it should, but it was nothing. The children were quite smart. The last two sessions, she conducted without excesses. Director Dumbledore went to her class and invited to stroll and to share impressions of the occupation. However, talking quietly moved on professional topics. Minerva again made sure that he was a wonderful companion. (At this time, he owned a lot more). Discussing the features of transformation of invertebrates, they came to the greenhouses. Director disrupted with flowerbeds rose and extended her to Minerva, not stopping to talk. She smiled and he took it for granted. He just was a well-bred man. However, women's reflexes are not safe - she immediately started thinking about him in a specific direction. She was angry at herself for this.

They slowly walked along the wing of the building to the pond when Dumbledore suddenly grabbed her and jumped to the side. At the point where they just passed, fell and broke a dung bomb.

- Oh !It's Headmaster! Mosey!!!

The director kept Minerva almost in the embrace, but at that moment it was quite natural. At least, this explanation was quite satisfactory for her. The spell he had obliterated the remains of the bomb and carefully (to say reluctantly) he removed his hand from her waist.

- The students began to vandalize too soon - he said, looking at the roof.
- Promising Start - she said.

Hidden behind a pipe, Cornelius Fudge silently cursed. Rather than removing a competitor... he gave him a reason to hug her.

But now it was clear that Professor Dumbledore had excellent response. «The next time I come up with something serious», - with an insidious smile, Fudge clothed hood invisible mantle and sat on the broom.

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I'm looking forward the next
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Thank you very much zaza! I'm glad you like it!

Chapter 7

For two weeks, Fudge didn’t sleep or eat. He built hundreds of plans to destroy the enemy, but there always had something that prevented him from executing them.

At work, he thought ofthe new special scheme he could have. (And even those who invented it - to work at work? This is monstrous! And when do you live?) Every free moment was spent by thinking of another method of execution of Dumbledore! This scoundrel, it seems, had invited Miss McGonagall on a date! He saw them together in London. He was angry and almost got his presence discovered! But the political conditioning had helped him - and he just conjured cockroaches in Dumbledore’s ice cream, which had been too keen on talking with Minerva to even notice. They continued to laugh!

Generally, Fudge thought that a kiss in their struggle with Dumbledore (correct to say, guerrilla warfare) would decide of everything. If this didn’t happen, it would mean that he was her boss, he would no longer confuse her. If it happened, it would mean she had reciprocal feelings. If this happens, there was nothing he could do. So, he must prevent at all costs!

Dumbledore noticed him .

- Oh, Cornelius! What luck that we met you here! Join us, please! We have something very important for you!

- And you sit in cafés – Fudge murmured, approaching their table.

- We were waiting for you in the ministry until its closure; they promised that you would return.

- I was detained in the ... in Hogsmead.

- You work a lot! - Minerva smiled.

Alas he did not catch the irony in her voice. From him far off bore cologne, she had noticed his new hair-dress and at once had guessed where he was. She and Dumbledore had in vain spent three hours waiting him at the magic minister. If the director had amused her all time the jokes, she now would transform him into a toad!

- Yes, work is a serious matter, darling! – « She’s not Dumbledore’s! He sits in his office with sweets! » - Fudge had spitefully thought, without noticing that Miss. McGonagall was choked by the use of ‘darling’ to name her.

- We will occupy you a little, - Dumbledore had artfully smiled. - the matter is that some of our undergraduates have wished to become animagi. Professor McGonagall has agreed with them to learn them, but we need the ministry permission. And we have come for this purpose.

- Nothing you can do with every scrap of paper to the Ministry- Fudge grumbled, signing the submitted paper. – even in a time off!

-Sorry, Mr. Fudge, - Minerva made an effort over herself and smiled. – we wouldn’t dare to detain you anymore! Have a pleasant evening! – She rose and quickly exited. Surprised, Dumbledore jumped, said goodbye and almost ran behind her.

«Yes, a natural woman », - he thought as he surged at the corner of the street.

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Chapter 8

Minerva did not reduce her speed until a pair of quarters.

Dumbledore, a jog trot following her, had thought that her cloak, certainly, was doing very beautifully flutters on the wind; but such a rate tired him. Therefore he drew her attention, having told that he needed to come into a shop. They just passed by the bookshop «Flourish and Bots».

To tell the truth, he did not gather at all here, but Ms. McGonagall had not come to doubt.

She had been for this purpose too annoyed. In such conditions she infrequently listened to the voice of reason.

Fortunately, his companion very much loved books, therefore they went there and then she calmed down and slowly went along racks. Dumbledore was too tried to consider looking at books, instead of her.

After all he should buy something for plausibility! However, he was not going to hasten with purchase, even is faster on the contrary - he very much would liked to stay here.

He wished to suggest her to reach from Hogsmead in Hogwarts by a boat through the lake. Against the star sky the majestic castle is shone by fires reflected in a black smooth surface of water, and nearby in water stars are reflected. Unusually beautifully! And it was very romantic, by the way.

From such raised reasoning he was distracted by Minerva, having specified in any rare book about transfiguration.

To admit, her eyes shining from delight interested Dumbledore much more than transformations, but he had bought the book. Also he then had given it to her to esteem. Ha it was pleasant to be the gentleman when the lady smiles that way!

In the street, the sky had just darkened. The moon had come up because of clouds and has spread a silver path on a water smooth surface. The walk on lake with Ms. McGonagall...she was not refused.

so..what do you think?

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Chapter 9

- What is it, headmaster? –asked Fudge.

- Hothouses, Mr. Fudge, - patiently answered Dumbledore. They spent the whole day that way – Fudge pointing a finger to everything successively and asking; and Dumbledore politely answering, making titanic efforts for keeping calmness.

But the endurance develops – he thought. Next time this Fudge can try to arrest me in my own office, and I will be quiet all the same! – the director politely answered, wondering why there was a box with balls in a shed for brooms, and in what point of the school charter it was told, and when his torturer turned away he rolled up his eyes: as an elephant during the marriage period!

But at supper Fudge granted him a respite. Minerva became his new victim. According to Fudge, they conducted an easy secular conversation. From the outside it seemed that he was the only one to speak; and affected smiles and a pair of sights furtively sent in the headmaster direction were her role in conversation.

He answered her with the most understanding smile he was capable of, silently talking to madam Pomfry about new beds for the hospital wing.

Madam Pomfry noticed his smiles to Minerva and frowned.

- Let's drink for the school prosperity, - Fudge had given a toast, and all teachers necessarily had to follow his example.

After the toast, they all left as if the wind had blown them off.

There was only Dumbledore, who had to spend time with the dear visitor, and Minerva to whom the Minister was almost catching the sleeve, having asked an idiotic question about animagi. For Dumbledore it was the best act of Fudge for the day – having seen off him, and he would see off Minerva. And he was relieved of the necessity to search for a pretext for this purpose! Fudge should come more often!

When they slowly went back to the lock with Miss McGonagall, Dumbledore felt a pain in his stomach, but the pleasure from leaving of Fudge and the presence of Minerva were so great that he did not pay attention to it.

Stirring about everyone, they approached the lake while talking nonsense. (It, of course, was a little away from the lock but whom it excites when you go with the beloved to a moonlight night?) Minerva climbed up a stone, running into water, and rising directly on its edge, having bent over the black water. Dumbledore approached and nearly rose. Something flashed on her hand.

- Look, professor, the moonstone is shining; - she gave a hand to him. On her middle finger there was a silver ringlet with a stone which, really, reminded him of a small copy of the moon.

- So beautiful, - generally he would have liked to kiss her hand more, but it was necessary to tell something. She removed the ring in the meantime and lifted it up to the level of their eyes:

- If correctly arranged and held longer, it is possible to catch lunar threads; - Minerva childly and delightfully examined the shone stone.

And Dumbledore childly delightfully look at Minerva. Suddenly from Forbidden Forest, a strange sound similar to a reached howl was heard. She screamed, moved and dropped the ring.

Dumbledore here almost automatically seized her by the waist and drawn her to him, or she would depart trace. He felt that something awful in his stomach, but again ignored it because at the next instant he jumped in water behind a ring. Minerva screamed again.

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A/N: minnie313 enjoy here chapter 10

He regained consciousness in the morning, in the hospital wing (as he has guessed on a terrible scratch of the bed at its attempt to turn). Near him, Miss. McGonagall sat and tensely peered at his face. When he focused on the sight of her lips (he had just regained consciousness, and already…), she affably smiled and called madam Pomfry.

- He has regained consciousness! Oh Merlin, how you have frightened us, headmaster! – that was extremely serious, even frowned. – Professor McGonagall, breakfast has already ended up; you will be late for employment. Do not worry! Go! – and she persistently enough shown the door to Minerva. - and now you, headmaster, tell what you ate and drank at supper. Such medley of poisonous substances as in your blood! I had never seen such a thing.

Dumbledore looked at her mistrustfully.

- Are you joking?! What has happened?

- Before you jumped in lake on a full stomach, or after? – Tone of madam Pomfry was rather venomous. The director has frowned.

- After.

- You have fainted on the grass. (« How unromantic! » - Dumbledore thought.) Professor McGonagall made to you an artificial breathing. («And I was without consciousness … Oh!!! Аh!!! …» - last word was illegible). Then she transported you here. (the headmaster was ready to vanish into the thin air with shame – you look after a woman, and suddenly she should look after you … and yet at that age, that … oh!). In your blood there was a terrible mix from poisons with components unknown to me.

Madam Pomfrey had not told her what had caused the indisposition of the headmaster; therefore she blamed herself for it. And Dumbledore seemed to her a real hero. Even if not fainting, she would kiss him, the word of honor. « And you have kissed him », - having blushed, Minerva had thought, having recollected the method of artificial breathe.

- Professor Dumbledore, how do you feel? - she had flown in the chamber and nearly rushed off to his bed.

- Thanks a lot, professor McGonagall. I’m sorry that it was necessary to you …

- I’m sorry –she interrupted him and wouldn’t have afforded it any earlier. However, Dumbledore only was grateful for it – that it the contender in struggle for it … mm … tried to poison favor was difficult to apologize. – it is a terrible pity to me … a ring … you have jumped … I was so frightened … - from it he did not hear such confused speech never. It had been outright disturbing. For him...

They even would be scattered an hour in apologies if madam Pomfrey hadn’t come to put a dinner for both of them:

- Professor McGonagall, you wish to fall in a hungry faint and to settle down on the next bed?

Minerva looked down, and Dumbledore thought that he wouldn’t at all be against seeing her on the next bed… Hem… and not only on the next…

It was almost obvious that Minerva McGonagall liked director Dumbledore. Very much liked.

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Chapter 11

For them all, it would be good by October, but Dumbledore brought back his own gentlemen's behavior.

Leaving the hospital in the evening, he had left kissing madam Pomfrey’s hand and had cheerfully smiled.

Also what did he found in this McGonagall?!

All right, it was necessary to be frank with herself –Minerva really was nice. But Poppy herself wasn’t too much of a plain woman! Why he didn’t pay attention to her?! And he kissed her hand exclusively as a habit.

And this went on. It couldn’t happen anymore. It was time to cease to sigh on it and to get normal relations! But after such remarkable man… it was difficult to find someone similar …

"This" indeed quickly went on the corridor, but, having seen as he kissed madam Pomfrey’s hand, she sharply slowed down. Her heart was compressed, she felt simply badly.

To her, it was what it seemed… He kisses hands… simply as a gentleman. And in lake he therefore jumped. And, in general, all because of it … And she had almost fallen in love with him. However, there was no way to deny - not almost … And last night at supper he stirred with Poppy, and did not try at all to recue her from this terrible Fudge … And it after all stuck out all the day in the hospital wing! And she was jealous now, as last idiot …

«Minerva McGonagall! Take yourself in hands! You gave all values too much! There was nothing, there was nothing … Yes that’s it! He is your boss, eventually. Yes, now you have fallen in love with the chief, rather than the contrary… No use to be so severe with your former boss… Now feel it on the skin…»

Dumbledore in the meantime approached her and smiled very warmly. She did not sustained and smiled as an answer.

- How do you feel, headmaster?

- Thanks, remarkably.

«Here you see! Everything was perfect here, and you have come and everything has spoilt …»

- I’m glad to hear it. Well, then good night, - and without waiting for his answer, Minerva turned into a cat and escaped away. It was for a cat to run normally; and for professor McGonagall not to be here.

- Good night, - Professor Dumbledore perplexedly told, looking in her direction, then was developed and had a look, as madam Pomfry, hiding a grin, closed the door. «What fly has bitten her?! »

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Chapter 12

Minerva cried, sitting by a window and looking at lake.

The last two weeks had been awful. She tried to avoid the headmaster whenever she could, and was even sicker because of it. He didn’t look for her at all, on lock and vicinities. She didn’t come in time for the lessons in her office.

They only met in the Great Hall and he looked at her and did not try to start talking. But he spoke with madam Pomfrey (all of them still discussed replacement of beds). Well, good luck to them both…

Then, this disgusting Fudge caused it to London to specify the list of pupils wanting to become aminagi and to learn their personal data. She even tried to forbid the training for one of them, because the permission had forced her to agree for a supper. Worse she did not spend evening for a long time.

At the pathos restaurant in Diagonal Alley everyone looked at them, and as Fudge has led it there at once from the ministry, she had not been suitably dressed a little. It had forced her to all other to feel unattractive. Fudge frankly irritated her and she answered his questions (they were not much) sharply and it was even venomous. He did not notice it. (He told her the story of his family. The biggest part of the story described their dogs with a heap of medals which they have received on muggles’ exhibitions.)

When she at last had returned to Hogwarts (Fudge did not drove her back, being afraid of Dumbledore), she had seen Dumbledore leaving the hospital wing. He had not noticed it.

Having flown in her office, she has fallen in an armchair and had burst out crying. It held two weeks in herself all it. In the afternoon she was cold, as ice, and very strict with pupils (generally it had considerably raised their progress); she almost didn’t communicate with anybody, only with the professor the Vector and professor Flitwick.

He even managed to make her laugh somehow. How it is amusing on it points sat. In the evenings, having finished everything, she sat at the fireplace and looked, looked, looked in the fire (as if she waited for something to appear from there) and ate lemon drops…

Professor Flitwick was almost happy.

Minerva avoided Dumbledore for unclear reasons. But she communicated with him. She had even smiled once. He did not understand why. Verses still were not written. And in general, it was somehow sad at it on his shower, and it was a pity to see it such. She went sad-sad. She still was very beautiful, but so sad. In it there was some tragic charm.

His heart was pressed while looking at her.

Dumbledore didn’t look any better. He looked at her with melancholy, by the end of the second week he had almost ceased to try to start talking to her. He sat for days at the end in his office and did not tell jokes anymore about trolls in business and without business. Flitwick became a pity. Minerva being any more pleasant with him didn’t happen.

It, of course, was an everyday occurrence when everyone knows about the person you love, except the object of this love, but … his situation was very similar with the headmaster’s one.

Flitwick even had ceased to feel rivalry. From now, of course, he has more than one chance to win than it was before. But to win her, instead of her heart.... Everything was already won… and it was necessary to learn how to lode.

It was more than clear that love was a complicated matter over there, and Hogwarts became some kind of scene for drama.

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Chapter 13

For Halloween, there had been the International confederation of magicians arranged traditional ball. (Fortunately, this action passed in other time zone so the headmaster had time to visit and a school junket too).

Dumbledore had received the invitation when he was walking with Minerva along the Forbidden Forest. The pair of fireworks has calmed down in the distance, and they discussed rather odious article in magazine «Transfiguration today». It was called «Burning permits» and narrated about possibility of transfigurations of dragons for their transportation.

The author said that it was a very simple and cheap method. But the editor of the magazine who had thought up the name for article, considered differently and from the review it had resulted that the story of eyewitnesses about suitcases spitting by fire at station Waterloo. The director had translated the conversation from suitcases on travel and already had almost invited Minerva to a point on the continent when one more owl had brought Ms. McGonagall the separate invitation to the same ball.

Once more, he couldn’t play the knight! He had been rescued by Hagrid who had come out of the wood, as a monster from a fairy tale about the Beauty. He had simply said: «Here and good, together will go». The director was once again convinced that he had left the forest warden at school knowingly.

The ball was magnificent. Minerva looked simply charming, Fudge wasn’t nearby (he had not received the invitation) and she danced generally with him though interested persons were many.

In a word, Dumbledore was happy. But for Miss McGonagall it was quite bad. In one of the dances she has learnt that her former chief was here. (He danced too and it was difficult not to notice– it to half of the hall had spoilt footwear!) She acted as if not knowing him, but she all the same was afraid, as though he has not told something superfluous at Albus. And knowingly!

Soon this man has noticed it. He had approached them with Albus in the middle of the dance and they’d had got a small talk:
- Miss McGonagall! What a pleasure meeting you! How are you? Still planning to spend your life as an old maid because of your coldness, callousness and dryness?

Minerva had never heard such a thing. She was choked nearly with indignation. Having collected will in a fist, she had answered:

- No, I conduct a rough sexual life with three lovers; simultaneously. I can not choose in any way. And you, by the way, your fly is unbuttoned, - she had blurted out and had dashed away from the hall into the garden. Dumbledore rushed off behind her as soon as he had come to his senses after such a lovely dialogue. He had found her in an arbor at a pond. She bit her lips and furiously blinked not to burst into tears. He had sat down nearby and had cautiously embraced her by the shoulders. She had sobbed.

- Minerva, just tell me who this person is; and I will transform it into a rotten oyster and I will throw out in ocean from the highest rock I can find.

- It’s not necessary… …it… I, probably, am right cold…

- Give me your hands, I will warm you, - Minerva had smiled sweepingly and had stretched her palms.

- But it seems to me that I am too strict with pupils. It also seems to them that I am heartless …

- Warm-warm, they will grow and will understand everything!

- But I after all am truly very strict and dry…

- Very much even wet, - he had whispered and had gently brushed away tear from her cheek.

- Well, know! –Minerva did not know if she should laugh to it or continue to cry.

- I know, - he had told and at last had made that wished to make since that moment as had seen her for the first time. Fudge, taken off from the ballroom under the invariable invisible-cloak, was late literally of thirty seconds.

- Game is lost, Cornelius, game is lost, - he sadly had informed himself and he had went to the empty London apartment where nobody waited for him.
At this time the hand of Minerva uncertainly rose to embrace Dumbledore. «Albus», - she had corrected herself, answering by a kiss.

[minnie313]

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[Dream's Girl]

Thanks for reading and here it is!

Chapter 14

They have been brought up in rather strict representations about morals and therefore business was limited to kisses and embraces. But they walked all night long across old Vienna, keeping each other’s hand.

Minerva laughed a lot when she had learnt what small troubles had happened, when he wished to kiss her.

- However, it was frequent for you to want it professor!

- Oh much more often, but there was all these lovely coincidences…

However, both professors showed masking miracles, and for about a month at school no one did guess. But once at night professor Flitwick, was patrolling in corridors and he had heard the sound of a kiss:

- I understand a youth love and so on, but it’s already midnight. I think you immediately should go to a drawing room of your faculty.

Much to his astonishment, the answer came with the headmaster’s voice:

- Gryffindors, of course, will be delighted, but this idea confuses me a little. It will allow pupils to have a superfluous occasion to follow our example.

Flitwick cast a spell and saw Minerva in the embraces of Dumbledore. His heart became little jammed:

- Are you …erm… erm… and unique points which I can remove are points from my own nose …

Having told this thoughtful phrase, he had sadly started wandering to the office. He has reached the corner and couldn’t help murmuring:

- You would get married already more likely …

On wedding of Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall everyone had fun, except two – professor Flitwick and madam Pomfrey. Speaking, their grief being pulled together was not the worse pleasure… in general, the poet, without shelving business, had got a new muse …

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Epilogue.

Dumbledore sat at a table and worked. At least he tried. A honeymoon in the middle of the academic year was a rather tiresome action. Minerva had silently entered his office and had stretched it a package of lemon drops. She had just returned from Hogsmead with pupils. Her face was shone with happiness. The package with lemon drops was already opened. «Really she has grown fond of them just as I love them», - the headmaster had thought with affection, but in the following minutes was found out that he was mistaking with the reason of such pleasure a little that, however, grime it did not belittle.
- Albus, I have news. Soon you will become daddy!
He did not have at once find words to express all his pleasure about it. Therefore he had kissed her, took her hands and had begun to whirl around the room.
- Dear, me and so it is bad! - she had smiled, turning pale. He had immediately sat her down in an armchair. (And she, accordingly, had appeared at his lap). After five minutes of kisses and of spouses speak only to each other and the rest the nobility not necessarily, Albus had set rather pressing question:
- Darling, will we inform pupils and colleagues?
- Hm.… not by now. They will be whispering at us behind our back! All these understanding sights and jokes…
- But soon they will notice all the same!
- I will behave so that anybody will not have even a desire to ask about it! – professor McGonagall has made her artful face
- Like? – Albus only has carelessly smiled.
- I will behave strictly, seriously very seriously, chilly! – She was not kept and had given smacking kissed to his cheek at these words. – In general, strictly, but fair …
- Interestingly at it to look, - the director still smiled. Minerva had made humorously a serious mine, and then had burst out laughing too. – lemon drops?
In reply Minerva had simply rolled up her eyes.
- Is a look to you too very much goes! And it you want? – And professor Dumbledore has again started to kiss his spouse. The phoenix Fawkes did in the meantime terrible glares to the inhabitants of the portraits, who had started to leave on the sly from their places, wanting to lock the latest news.
Nine months later, a girl was born.

TBC

[minnie313]

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