Post by nikkimouse on Apr 12, 2005 10:15:30 GMT -5
Okay, well, i know this has been done before, and probably better then this one, but... i wrote this quite a while ago in response to a challenge on the Infinite Incantantum Board, and it's been sitting on my computer. 
Well, actually, the second half was. I scribbled the first half down in Science class a couple of weeks ago. I decided to post them together, and here it is...
As the music flowed through the room, she turned her head to look at him, smiling softly.
“May I have the honor of this dance, Miss. McGonagall?” he murmured.
“Of course, Professor,” the black-haired beauty rose from her seat, placing her hand in his. As they swept onto the dance floor, all stopped to watch them.
I just want to tell you all the things you are
And all the things you mean to me
You've been with me forever
Through the changes in my life
Through all the tears and laughter
They were beautiful, dancing there together. Her golden dress shimmered against pale skin and black hair, his silver ones against auburn hair. But more then that, there was a spark between them that spoke of volumes of love. It was in his soft chuckle and her slight smile, a rare achievement for anyone who knew her.
When I find myself believing there's no place to go
When I feel the loneliness inside my heart
They moved in harmony, with not a step out of time. It was as though they shared a single mind, or could read each other’s thoughts. Wherever he went, she was there as though it were her idea. Wherever she moved, he was beside her, as though he’d led her there.
You're the answer to my prayers
And you're with me everywhere
You're my angel, miracle, you're all I need tonight
Give me shelter from the rain
You breathe life in me again
You're my angel, miracle, you're all I need to know, tonight
She smiled up into her teacher’s eyes, bathing in the warmth and love that shone from his eyes, directed at her and only her. She knew it was love, it was all that it could be. She could feel it in the tingle of her skin where his hands rested on her waist, in the electricity of her fingers where they rested on his shoulders.
It didn’t matter to her that they were attracting the attention of everyone in the hall, students and teachers alike. It didn’t matter that they were breaking of the most important rules, no student-teacher relationships. It didn’t matter that she could be expelled. It didn’t matter that there would be hell to pay tomorrow.
Life is just a moment
We're blowing in the wind
We're trying to find a friend
And only time can tell us
If win or if we lose
And who will stand beside us
It didn’t matter to him that the stares they were getting were a mixture of disgust, awe and envy. It didn’t matter to him that he could lose his job over one dance. It didn’t matter to him that his reputation could be forever tarnished. It didn’t matter that he’d have to pay for this tomorrow.
When there's darkness all around me
You're the light I see
When I need someone to ease my troubled mind
From the sidelines, Poppy Pomfrey, Rolanda Hooch and Sylvia Sprout were watching their friend dance in the arms of their Transfiguration professor. Sylvia was smiling, Rolanda was gaping and Poppy was sighing.
You're the answer to my prayers
And you're with me everywhere
You're my angel, miracle, you're all I need tonight
Give me shelter from the rain
You breathe life in me again
You're my angel, miracle, you're all I need to know, tonight
Rolanda could not believe her eyes. Minerva McGonagall, the head girl, Miss. I-Obey-Every-Rule-I-Am-A-Goody-Two-Shoes, was dancing with their professor. What happened to the ‘I’m not going to risk anything that could get me expelled-except-playing-some-dangerous-pranks’ persona? And Minerva was independent, relying on no-one and nothing, trusting very few. But here she was, dancing with her head on her teacher’s chest and her eyes shut, trusting him to lead her safely.
You're all I need tonight
All I need tonight
All I need tonight
You're my angel
Poppy shook her head at her friend, torn between amusement, delight and horror. She was happy for her friend, certainly, happy she’d found someone to trust in and love, and amused that she’d chosen and managed to get the most eligible bachelor in the wizarding world. But she wondered if Minerva knew what she was getting herself into. Even in the wizarding world an eighty year age-gap was no mean thing, and she wasn’t even out of school. Although Minerva was in her last year, she still could be kicked out. Did she realize that? Did she know that she was going to be the subject of gossip and condescension for tying herself to ‘an old man’? While Poppy didn’t share the view, she knew others did, and was worried for her friend.
You're the answer to my prayers
And you're with me everywhere
You're my angel, miracle, you're all I need tonight
Give me shelter from the rain
You breathe life in me again
You're my angel, my miracle, you're all I need to know, tonight
But none of these thoughts mattered or troubled the two dancers, as they swept around the dance floor, almost alone now as the rest of the school watched the Deputy Headmaster and Transfiguration Professor have the last dance with the Gryffindor Head-girl.
Well, actually, the second half was. I scribbled the first half down in Science class a couple of weeks ago. I decided to post them together, and here it is...As the music flowed through the room, she turned her head to look at him, smiling softly.
“May I have the honor of this dance, Miss. McGonagall?” he murmured.
“Of course, Professor,” the black-haired beauty rose from her seat, placing her hand in his. As they swept onto the dance floor, all stopped to watch them.
I just want to tell you all the things you are
And all the things you mean to me
You've been with me forever
Through the changes in my life
Through all the tears and laughter
They were beautiful, dancing there together. Her golden dress shimmered against pale skin and black hair, his silver ones against auburn hair. But more then that, there was a spark between them that spoke of volumes of love. It was in his soft chuckle and her slight smile, a rare achievement for anyone who knew her.
When I find myself believing there's no place to go
When I feel the loneliness inside my heart
They moved in harmony, with not a step out of time. It was as though they shared a single mind, or could read each other’s thoughts. Wherever he went, she was there as though it were her idea. Wherever she moved, he was beside her, as though he’d led her there.
You're the answer to my prayers
And you're with me everywhere
You're my angel, miracle, you're all I need tonight
Give me shelter from the rain
You breathe life in me again
You're my angel, miracle, you're all I need to know, tonight
She smiled up into her teacher’s eyes, bathing in the warmth and love that shone from his eyes, directed at her and only her. She knew it was love, it was all that it could be. She could feel it in the tingle of her skin where his hands rested on her waist, in the electricity of her fingers where they rested on his shoulders.
It didn’t matter to her that they were attracting the attention of everyone in the hall, students and teachers alike. It didn’t matter that they were breaking of the most important rules, no student-teacher relationships. It didn’t matter that she could be expelled. It didn’t matter that there would be hell to pay tomorrow.
Life is just a moment
We're blowing in the wind
We're trying to find a friend
And only time can tell us
If win or if we lose
And who will stand beside us
It didn’t matter to him that the stares they were getting were a mixture of disgust, awe and envy. It didn’t matter to him that he could lose his job over one dance. It didn’t matter to him that his reputation could be forever tarnished. It didn’t matter that he’d have to pay for this tomorrow.
When there's darkness all around me
You're the light I see
When I need someone to ease my troubled mind
From the sidelines, Poppy Pomfrey, Rolanda Hooch and Sylvia Sprout were watching their friend dance in the arms of their Transfiguration professor. Sylvia was smiling, Rolanda was gaping and Poppy was sighing.
You're the answer to my prayers
And you're with me everywhere
You're my angel, miracle, you're all I need tonight
Give me shelter from the rain
You breathe life in me again
You're my angel, miracle, you're all I need to know, tonight
Rolanda could not believe her eyes. Minerva McGonagall, the head girl, Miss. I-Obey-Every-Rule-I-Am-A-Goody-Two-Shoes, was dancing with their professor. What happened to the ‘I’m not going to risk anything that could get me expelled-except-playing-some-dangerous-pranks’ persona? And Minerva was independent, relying on no-one and nothing, trusting very few. But here she was, dancing with her head on her teacher’s chest and her eyes shut, trusting him to lead her safely.
You're all I need tonight
All I need tonight
All I need tonight
You're my angel
Poppy shook her head at her friend, torn between amusement, delight and horror. She was happy for her friend, certainly, happy she’d found someone to trust in and love, and amused that she’d chosen and managed to get the most eligible bachelor in the wizarding world. But she wondered if Minerva knew what she was getting herself into. Even in the wizarding world an eighty year age-gap was no mean thing, and she wasn’t even out of school. Although Minerva was in her last year, she still could be kicked out. Did she realize that? Did she know that she was going to be the subject of gossip and condescension for tying herself to ‘an old man’? While Poppy didn’t share the view, she knew others did, and was worried for her friend.
You're the answer to my prayers
And you're with me everywhere
You're my angel, miracle, you're all I need tonight
Give me shelter from the rain
You breathe life in me again
You're my angel, my miracle, you're all I need to know, tonight
But none of these thoughts mattered or troubled the two dancers, as they swept around the dance floor, almost alone now as the rest of the school watched the Deputy Headmaster and Transfiguration Professor have the last dance with the Gryffindor Head-girl.
Very nice. Thanks for posting it. 
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