Dumbledore & McGonagall a love story (by skrewtkeeper)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3-

As the weeks went by, they turned into months and Professor McGonagall was quite surprised to find herself teaching the last class of the day until Christmas break! She would not have to teach for two whole weeks!

The last class of the day were 5th year Ravenclaws. They weren't too bad until someone had shouted during class. Instead of punishing that single student, Professor McGonagall responded by adding another inch on their essay of why transfiguration is essential to the outside world. As the bell rang, McGonagall stole herself away to smirk about all the groans she had heard that day.

McGonagall was also happy because Christmas Eve was in two days and Professor Dumbledore invited her for tea that day! He had also invited her on October 12th and November 20th. Both these nights were wonderful! Dumbledore was a very nice man.

To interrupt her thoughts, something irritating was itching at the back of McGonagall's mind. What was it about? It was as if she had a dream and couldn't remember it in it's entirety!

She pushed the irritating thought out of her mind and went down to dinner. At least Dumbledore would be able to say something entertaining!

McGonagall pushed open the door to the Great Hall and went to sit down, as usual, in her chair by Dumbledore's.

Dumbledore stood up; all chatting died away at once.

"Tuck in," he said simply as the plates filled up with food.

When he sat back down, McGonagall leaned over to him.

"All you can think of to say is tuck in?!" she said exasperatedly but playfully. McGonagall found she rather enjoyed teasing Dumbledore.

"My dear Minerva," Dumbledore mock-sighed as he smiled at her nerve. "When you are as old as I, or Headmistress whichever comes first, then you can stand up at every meal to say something other than "tuck in"!"

"All right. Perhaps I'll just forget all this pish-posh and just say, "eat"!" she replied, beaming up at Dumbledore.

"Would you be so kind to pass me the steak-and-kidney pie? I'm rather fond of it," requested Dumbledore.

McGonagall, taking pity in his withered hand again, but still beaming to herself, reached the pie and passed it to Dumbledore.