Fan Fiction ❯ Getting to know you! ❯ Albus and Minerva ( Chapter 2 )
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By: VegetandAru 
I'm going on holiday for two weeks now, so this is all you're going to get for two weeks.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.13.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 207 | Status: Completed
I'm going on holiday for two weeks now, so this is all you're going to get for two weeks.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.13.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 207 | Status: Completed
Just to let you know, In my fic, Dumbledore is only 15 years older than McGonagall.
*Italics*
"speech"
/thoughts/
Disclai mer: opps I forgot to put one in the last chapter, so I'll put two for this one.
Disclaimer 1: If I owned this then would I be writting Fanfiction?
Disclaimer 2: Don't own, not mine. Suing is bad for your Karma.
Now on with the story!
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(Last time on Getting to know you)
*Italics*
"speech"
/thoughts/
Disclai mer: opps I forgot to put one in the last chapter, so I'll put two for this one.
Disclaimer 1: If I owned this then would I be writting Fanfiction?
Disclaimer 2: Don't own, not mine. Suing is bad for your Karma.
Now on with the story!
[><]---------------------- ~*
(Last time on Getting to know you)
Looking around he noticed a small shard of... *something* by his foot.
Leaning down he picked it up and pushing his half moon spectacles up on to his nose he peered at it curiously, after a moment recognising it as a piece of his penesive. He looked back and the strange fog and the pieces slipped into place.
"Oh bugger."
Leaning down he picked it up and pushing his half moon spectacles up on to his nose he peered at it curiously, after a moment recognising it as a piece of his penesive. He looked back and the strange fog and the pieces slipped into place.
"Oh bugger."
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32 year old Albus Dumbledore was looking out the window of his Transfiguration classroom, watching the object of his desires through half lidded royal blue eyes, whilst at the same time mentally berating himself about having a crush on a woman 15 years his junior and a student non the less.
/But after all, why not? She leaves Hogwarts in two weeks, I could tell her after her graduation, maybe even ask her if she'd like to get together sometime... Naa. She'd kill me/
He sighed to himself, why did everything have to be so complicated. If only she wasn't a student. /If only she wasn't a bloody maniac/ he laughed to himself remembering the last poor sod who dared to hit on her. He'd taken the young man to the infirmary himself.
He went to run his hand through his hair and stopped abruptly as a shift in the atmosphere alerted the young man to another presence in the room.
He frowned and turned around wondering why he hadn't heard anyone approach only to find that there was no one there. He shrugged, reckoning that the heat was getting to him and closing his robes over the jeans and tight white top he wore underneath it, he turned and went to leave the room, opting for some fresh air to clear his head before lunch finished and he had to get back to teaching.
32 year old Albus Dumbledore was looking out the window of his Transfiguration classroom, watching the object of his desires through half lidded royal blue eyes, whilst at the same time mentally berating himself about having a crush on a woman 15 years his junior and a student non the less.
/But after all, why not? She leaves Hogwarts in two weeks, I could tell her after her graduation, maybe even ask her if she'd like to get together sometime... Naa. She'd kill me/
He sighed to himself, why did everything have to be so complicated. If only she wasn't a student. /If only she wasn't a bloody maniac/ he laughed to himself remembering the last poor sod who dared to hit on her. He'd taken the young man to the infirmary himself.
He went to run his hand through his hair and stopped abruptly as a shift in the atmosphere alerted the young man to another presence in the room.
He frowned and turned around wondering why he hadn't heard anyone approach only to find that there was no one there. He shrugged, reckoning that the heat was getting to him and closing his robes over the jeans and tight white top he wore underneath it, he turned and went to leave the room, opting for some fresh air to clear his head before lunch finished and he had to get back to teaching.
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Harry shifted into existence and looked up to see a blonde man standing by the window, head resting on his hand and feet crossed at the ankles. He heard the man sigh to himself and vaguely wondered what was wrong. Moving to walk over to the young man, he startled as his foot hit the edge of a desk. Not loud enough for the man to hear him, but enough for him to realise that he couldn't walk through it, like he'd been able to walk through stuff the other times he'd been in the penesive.
Harry began to panic as the man's hand stopped half way to running itself through the strawberry blonde hair, pausing almost as if he had heard something. Looking around frantically for something to hide behind, Harry dived behind a familiar looking teachers desk barely a moment before the blonde turned around.
Harry's eyes were instantly drawn to the sapphire ones of the man in front of him. He knew those eyes! They were Dumbledore's!
/Well duh/ he thought to himself peering up at his young headmaster. /this is one of his memories./
Harry shifted into existence and looked up to see a blonde man standing by the window, head resting on his hand and feet crossed at the ankles. He heard the man sigh to himself and vaguely wondered what was wrong. Moving to walk over to the young man, he startled as his foot hit the edge of a desk. Not loud enough for the man to hear him, but enough for him to realise that he couldn't walk through it, like he'd been able to walk through stuff the other times he'd been in the penesive.
Harry began to panic as the man's hand stopped half way to running itself through the strawberry blonde hair, pausing almost as if he had heard something. Looking around frantically for something to hide behind, Harry dived behind a familiar looking teachers desk barely a moment before the blonde turned around.
Harry's eyes were instantly drawn to the sapphire ones of the man in front of him. He knew those eyes! They were Dumbledore's!
/Well duh/ he thought to himself peering up at his young headmaster. /this is one of his memories./
He had to admit to himself, Dumbledore had been quite the looker once. Strawberry blonde hair, slightly spiky as if it had been gelled up, was cut in a choppy style into the back of his neck. The eyes he'd grown so used to seeing at meal times over the last seven years, were considerably darker, more of a deep sea blue rather than the aquamarine they were in Harry's present day, although they lacked none of their customary twinkle.
He was standing with his hands on his denim clad hips, pushing back the open robes to show off a short sleeved white t-shirt, pulled tight over a finely sculpted chest. His was worrying full lips between perfect white teeth as he looked around the room, leaning forward slightly to see better. He shrugged and the slight frown lifted from the barley recognisable features of a young Albus Dumbledore.
Pulling his robes around himself to cover up the jeans and top he was wearing Albus started towards the door, still fumbling with the tie of his robes when he left.
With no one in the room anymore Harry deemed it safe to stand up, and pushing him self up to his feet, he instantly recognised the room he was in as the transfiguration classroom, he was so used to seeing McGonagall in.
He was standing with his hands on his denim clad hips, pushing back the open robes to show off a short sleeved white t-shirt, pulled tight over a finely sculpted chest. His was worrying full lips between perfect white teeth as he looked around the room, leaning forward slightly to see better. He shrugged and the slight frown lifted from the barley recognisable features of a young Albus Dumbledore.
Pulling his robes around himself to cover up the jeans and top he was wearing Albus started towards the door, still fumbling with the tie of his robes when he left.
With no one in the room anymore Harry deemed it safe to stand up, and pushing him self up to his feet, he instantly recognised the room he was in as the transfiguration classroom, he was so used to seeing McGonagall in.
Looking back at the door Albus had left through, Harry deemed that he was too old to be a student there for he had to be a teacher. The transfiguration professor by the looks of it.
He walked over to the full length window and peered out as his headmaster had done just a moment a go.
He could see a lot of students. That. Was.It. Nothing and no one really seemed to catch his attention, so still vaguely wondering what Dumbledore had been so intensely gazing at, he turned and left the room.
Walking down the familiar corridor, it soon be came obvious that he could indeed be seen. Heads turned as he past and although this was not unusual for Harry then he still rather wished he had his invisibility cloak with him.
Going out of the main doors and out on to the sun bleached lawn, he began to make his way down towards the lake. As he got nearer then unlike he had previously thought, there was in fact someone there.
Lying on her stomach under the same tree where Harry had been with Ron and Hermione before he'd been called to Dumbledore's office, was a strangely familiar girl.
Her robes were undone in the heat and nimble fingers were making quick work of plaiting silky black, waist length hair. She was propped up on her elbows, her school bag resting against the curve of her waist and a large leather bound book propped up in front of her. Cherry lips were parted slightly, silently mouthing the words as emerald eyes ran appreciatively over each line in turn.
"Excuse me. Can I sit here?" The girl jumped as he spoke and pushed herself up slightly, her legs curled around besides her and leaning forwards on tanned hands. She stared at him for a moment as if summing him up, making Harry squirm uncomfortably under the jaded gaze of the dark haired girl, before she finally gave a quick nod and moved to lie back down again with the same feline like elegance and grace as she'd used to sit up.
He took a seat next to her, and for a moment, Harry just sat there, frowning slightly as he watched her.
/Long legs. Great body. Green eyes. Silken black hair. Where have I seen this girl before?!??!/ After a minute of being subjected to Harry's penetrative gaze, the raven haired beauty sighed and sat up, turning to look at him.
"Was there something you wanted or are you just going to sit there gawping at me all day?"
"Oh- umm- sorry. I didn't realize I was, I just- Well I feel like I recognise you from somewhere." fidgeting slightly the boy who lived, dropped his eyes to the ground subsequently missing the raising of a slender black eyebrow.
Getting his wits together, Harry looked up at the girl again and before he knew what he was doing (and certainly without consulting his brain) he blurted out-
"Look, do you have a name?"
For a moment Harry was horrified with himself, could he have been any ruder? Luckily his mind was put to rest momentarily as the girl began to answer. Only to placed into the stormy sea of unease and wondering when he actually *heard* the answer.
"Minerva McGonagall."
He walked over to the full length window and peered out as his headmaster had done just a moment a go.
He could see a lot of students. That. Was.It. Nothing and no one really seemed to catch his attention, so still vaguely wondering what Dumbledore had been so intensely gazing at, he turned and left the room.
Walking down the familiar corridor, it soon be came obvious that he could indeed be seen. Heads turned as he past and although this was not unusual for Harry then he still rather wished he had his invisibility cloak with him.
Going out of the main doors and out on to the sun bleached lawn, he began to make his way down towards the lake. As he got nearer then unlike he had previously thought, there was in fact someone there.
Lying on her stomach under the same tree where Harry had been with Ron and Hermione before he'd been called to Dumbledore's office, was a strangely familiar girl.
Her robes were undone in the heat and nimble fingers were making quick work of plaiting silky black, waist length hair. She was propped up on her elbows, her school bag resting against the curve of her waist and a large leather bound book propped up in front of her. Cherry lips were parted slightly, silently mouthing the words as emerald eyes ran appreciatively over each line in turn.
"Excuse me. Can I sit here?" The girl jumped as he spoke and pushed herself up slightly, her legs curled around besides her and leaning forwards on tanned hands. She stared at him for a moment as if summing him up, making Harry squirm uncomfortably under the jaded gaze of the dark haired girl, before she finally gave a quick nod and moved to lie back down again with the same feline like elegance and grace as she'd used to sit up.
He took a seat next to her, and for a moment, Harry just sat there, frowning slightly as he watched her.
/Long legs. Great body. Green eyes. Silken black hair. Where have I seen this girl before?!??!/ After a minute of being subjected to Harry's penetrative gaze, the raven haired beauty sighed and sat up, turning to look at him.
"Was there something you wanted or are you just going to sit there gawping at me all day?"
"Oh- umm- sorry. I didn't realize I was, I just- Well I feel like I recognise you from somewhere." fidgeting slightly the boy who lived, dropped his eyes to the ground subsequently missing the raising of a slender black eyebrow.
Getting his wits together, Harry looked up at the girl again and before he knew what he was doing (and certainly without consulting his brain) he blurted out-
"Look, do you have a name?"
For a moment Harry was horrified with himself, could he have been any ruder? Luckily his mind was put to rest momentarily as the girl began to answer. Only to placed into the stormy sea of unease and wondering when he actually *heard* the answer.
"Minerva McGonagall."