Ferocious Lioness

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DISCLAIMER:I do not own HP or make any profit from it blah blah blah. AD & MM REMAIN FRIENDS IN THIS FIC. (just for now *evil laughter*)
Minerva marched along the familiar corridors in a horrible temper. The Malfoy boy and Potter had been fighting in her class again. Needless to say, she was at her wits end.

"Stupid, idiotic, ridiculous boys!" She yelled in her temper.

Several students passing her jumped in alarm and fled from her rage. Raging, she stormed down the hall to her office, went in, and slammed the door so hard that the crash shook several essays off her desk. Swearing in Gaelic, she picked up the essays and slammed them back onto the desk so hard that she knocked the whole stack of homework off her desk. Sighing resignedly, she waved her wand and the papers flew back into their original position. Sitting behind her desk , she picked up her favorite quill and began to grade homework. Stupid boys. Why do they have to do this every class…. She thought as she worked, having calmed down to the point where she was no longer cursing in her favored tongue. Dotting an i with much more force than necessary, she punctured a hole right through the parchment, which set her off again. Storming from her office, she strode blindly through the corridors, almost trampling several frightened first years, who ran out of her way. She hardly noticed where she was going until she ran into the wall.

Cursing in Gaelic, she backed up, then smashing into the stone gargoyle outside Dumbledore's office. "LEMON DROP!"

She bellowed at the gargoyle, which sprang aside, looking scandalized as Minerva ran up the staircase to Dumbledore's study and banged five times on the door.

"Come in," Dumbledore called.

Minerva stormed into his office, practically smoking at the ears.

"Good gracious, Minerva! I am afraid I didn't know it was you. You tend to knock only thrice. " Dumbledore said in great surprise. Minerva, without being asked, sat in an armchair nearby, gathered breath to speak, and burst into tears.

"Minerva!" Dumbledore exclaimed, aghast. When she didn't respond except for tears, he quickly moved to her side and unfolded her in an embrace. (Strictly friendly, for now…. *laughs evilly)

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Sobbing, Minerva hugged him back, crying into his shoulder.
"Blow your nose before you flood this office." Dumbledore said gently, handing her a handkerchief. She compiled, blowing her nose with a sound very much like Peeves blowing a raspberry. A timid knock sounded, then, without invitation, a small first year edged into the room.

"Professor Dumbledore? I- oh, sorry, Professors." For the now very surprised and embarrassed first year had just spotted Minerva, sobbing in Dumbledore's arms. Sitting up, Minerva wiped away her tears and attempted to look like her usual stern self. She failed miserably. The first year was one of the group of first years she had nearly trampled, and Minerva quietly excused herself, exiting the room so as not to frighten the first year even more than she already was.

Arriving back in her office, Minerva sat behind her desk, picked up her quill, and resumed the dreaded grading of the homework. She had a horrendous headache in her right temple that did not seem to want to go away. Rubbing it angrily, Minerva persisted with the grading, stopping only when a soft knock that could only belong to one person came at her door.

"Come in, Albus." Minerva called quietly. In came Dumbledore, looking old and tired. He sat without invitation in the chair across from her. It was meant for students, and therefore was much too small for him, so he arose and sat in an armchair instead, which placed him a lot further away from Minerva.

"Minerva? What are you so upset about?" Dumbledore asked. The headache increased horribly, forcing out what she had wanted to day for forty years….

"Potter and Malfoy have been driving me crazy. There's so much homework to grade, and you won't ever love me like I love you, and I know it!" She burst out. Dumbledore went rigid with shock and fear of her Scottish temper. (Which we all know she has.)

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"Minerva, I…" Dumbledore trailed off. Mineral stood, tears running down her face, and ran out.

She ran all the way to her quarters, slammed the door, locked it, and collapsed onto the floor, sobbing horribly. A loud knock came at the door. She didn't answer. Another knock, then Pomona's voice. "Minerva? I know you're in there. Minerva, open the damn door!" She didn't. Another round of knocking and swearing came from the door. She still didn't open it. "Minerva, if you don't open the door, I'll blast it open!" yelled Pomona. Reluctantly, Minerva got up and opened the door. Pomona Sprout burst in and stopped in her tracks at the sight of her best friend. "What, Pomona?" Minerva asked. Pomona guided her best friend onto the bed. "What happened to you? You didn't… tell him?" Quired Pomona. Minerva nodded. Pomona shouted in celebration. "When's the wedding? Are you going on a date? Did he propose? Are you a couple now?" She cut off the flow of questions at the sight of a teat trailing down Minerva's face. Minerva shook her head, telling Pomona all she needed to know. The kids won't ever talk to Albus again…. Pomona thought.

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Out loud she said "That idiot! If he can't see the beautiful, smart, amazing woman I do, he doesn't deserve you." Minerva was still sobbing. A knock came at the door. It was clearly Albus. Only he knocked exactly once. "Go away!" Minerva called in a voice choked with tears. Another knock. She didn't open the door. Another knock. She yelled, "If you don't love me, go away and quit knocking!" Another knock. Minerva looked very extremely confused . "Minerva, open the door." Albus said firmly from the other side of the door. Pomona opened the door, and Dumbledore entered. He almost fainted at the sight of Minerva crumpled on the floor, hair down, sobbing. He sat next to her, and she pushed him away. "Minerva. Please, talk to me." Albus pleaded. Minerva sat up and turned her tearstained face towards him. He quickly stopped her protests with a kiss.
It might have lasted five seconds or five days. It was pure, passionate, and fierce, with all of Minerva's fierceness and passion, and all of Albus's love and softness contained in the one kiss.
After what felt like years (but was only thirty seconds) they finally broke apart. Pomona immediately walked out. "Albus, I-" Albus cut her off. "Minerva McGonagall, I do love you."

To be continued!!!!
Was that too many exclamation points ? No. Hope you lot liked it! (And I may be American, but I don't need a Beta reader to get my grammar right. So don't you dare judge based on where I live. ) I'll post more later!