She\'s Like The Wind | By : McGonagall Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2877 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The lyrics used in this piece of fan-fiction, are from She’s Like The Wind. I don't own anything; it belongs to RCA & Patrick Swayze.
Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes
She's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She's like the wind
Ron didn't believe that he had ever been that close to Professor McGonagall. He actually had been quite surprised to be asked to dance with her, considering he had two left feet, even though his mother and father's tries to teach him how to dance when he had been younger. She could have taken anyone else, like Neville – who actually could dance fairly well, even though no one would have guessed that from him. Maybe McGonagall hadn't either. Why him, though? Why had she chosen him to dance with her, to let him feel her breath on his face, her body so close, while leading him about the floor, even though the purpose was for him to lead her?
He sighed, repressing the urge to look up into the direction of the lengthy staff table, and search for the woman in his thoughts. He instead chose to focus harder on his dinner, taking another piece of chicken and raising it up to his mouth. "Gosh, Ronald!" Hermione hissed, annoyed. He merely gave her a momentary sideways look, then shrugged his shoulders and continued to eat until he just no longer could. Fred, George, Harry and very likely even his little sister Ginny once she had heard about it, never would allow him to forget his dance with his Head of House that afternoon. He felt so embarrassed about it all, and yet at the very same he felt rather light for one reason or another.
Minerva Gaia McGonagall usually was seen as the least easy-going professor, after Snape. He never actually had thought about it, but after that afternoon, Ron felt as if his authoritarian Head of House must be seriously misconstrued. Now he actually thought about it, she indeed had never been very tolerable, but had never been anything but righteous either. He himself had gotten detention of hers as well, and even though he hadn't really gotten it then, he now saw that he likely would have done the same in her position. He and Harry already had been very lucky she had allowed them to remain at Hogwarts. The ones that had gotten detention or a snap of hers usually had earned it…
Minerva had felt so equal and warm in his arms that afternoon, which had been rather surprising considering how cold she often appeared to her pupils and anyone else acting foolish or hoping to be funny. Her waist had felt firm right beneath his touch and… Teen hormones running high or not, McGonagall was at least half a century older than him; was his Transfiguration Professor, Head of Gryffindor House… Deputy Headmistress!
He could hear a gasp from Hermione and intuitively raised his head to look at her, then in the direction she was gazing at. He could just see the woman in his thoughts leave the table, cloak billowing at her taluses. She limped. Dumbledore appeared surprised, too. Ron continued to gaze in the direction of the staff table for a while, then turned to his chicken again. With a rather hushed tone, Hermione whispered, "I have never seen Professor McGonagall leave the table early! I really hope she's alright," she added, and bit on her lip.
"She limped," Harry said, then chuckled upon turning to Ron. "Maybe you have stepped onto McGonagall's toes too much."
"That's not funny!" Ron said louder than he had intended to do, dropping the piece of chicken on his plate, then taking his wand and bag and aggressively leaving the Great Hall. He began in the direction of Gryffindor Tower, but upon reaching the top of the stairs, saw a familiar tall figure leaning against the wall nearby, which he easily recognized as the woman that had left the Great Hall earlier.
"Professor?" He whispered.
She immediately froze upon hearing his voice, not having anticipated to be caught in that position. She quietly left the support of the wall and forced her eyes open to look at him. "Mr. Weasley," she acknowledged.
Ron's earlier line of worry grew deeper upon hearing how uncharacteristically weak she sounded. "Professor, are you…?" He began, intuitively nearing to give her the support she appeared to need, for she momentarily swayed on her feet again and winced nearly inaudibly. He had, however heard and noticed. She slowly stretched her hand to keep him at a distance, but the motion was shaky.
"Mr. Weasley, I'm fine," she said.
"Professor, with all due respect, I don't believe so," he said, eyeing her up and down slowly.
"For Merlin's sodden sake, I'm fine!" She exclaimed, then gasped with the effort it had taken to maintain her usual final tone. She intuitively reached for the wall again and didn't argue as Ron reached to support her weight. She was now inhaling and exhaling rather heavily. Ron didn't fail to notice this. As the sound of multiple feet on stairs and talking grew louder, Minerva internally winced. She wouldn't allow her pupils to see her in this position. Wasn't it already bad enough Weasley had encountered her like this? She sighed. "My office, Mr. Weasley," she said, making sure that he didn't miss the urgency in her tone.
"Professor…?" Ron began, watching wide-eyed as his usually authoritarian Head of House quietly settled better on her couch under a wince. He quietly eyed her.
"I'll be fine, Weasley," Minerva McGonagall said. "I'll be fine again in the morning."
"I…" he began, then swallowed the rest of that upon seeing the look in the elder woman's green eyes. "I'm… I'm sorry for earlier today. I didn't actually mean to squash your toes like I did, and I'm sorry if it…"
"Weasley. I'll be fine. I just haven't danced in a little while. I'm not really used to it anymore," she admitted, impatience lacing every word, her natural Scottish lilt affecting her tone more than usual as well. He quietly thought about that, failing to notice the quirk of her eyebrow as he suddenly appeared far, far away, as if suddenly registering something.
"Well, Professor… Is there anything I could do for you anymore? Anything… at all?" Ron asked, almost nervously wringing his fingers. That must have been just a little too obvious…
Minerva McGonagall's eyebrow quirked possibly even higher. All Weasleys were very nice to her, but… "Mr. Weasley, if I really didn't know any better, I would say maybe you were trying to seduce me with your kindness?" At that, Ron's ears suddenly turned furiously red, and he rapidly took his belongings and left her office in a hurry, leaving her wide-eyed in the couch in her quarters.
It didn't take her much longer to register what had just happened, especially not when linking to their dance of earlier that day and the responses of both their bodies to being that close. She sighed, then leaned her head on her hand and muttered, "Oh, crap."
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