Before she was Professor McGonagall, she was Minerva Macnair. After an arranged marriage forces her into an impossible situation, Minerva does what she must to survive. When she makes a new life for herself, her secrets follow and threaten everythin...
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"Your just being here is better than anything that's happened to me in a long time."
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20 May 1961
Minerva felt Alastor's eyes on her as she gathered her things and began putting on her clothes. He had the damnedest way of peering at people—her most of all, it seemed—and she could tell he was doing it, even if her back was to him.
She had just fastened her skirt when he asked, "Why are you always in such a hurry to leave my bed?"
She turned to him with a look of surprise. "I'm not. It's just that I have to get back to the school."
"No, you don't. You aren't due back until lunch tomorrow—you're allowed the entire day and night off."
"I just don't think it's a good idea for me to stay out all night; people might begin to talk."
"Let them."
"Alastor—" she said, warning in her voice.
"If anyone asked—and I can't think who'd have the bollocks—you could always say you were visiting yer parents," he said. "Or you could just tell them to bugger off; it's no one's business, after all."
"I don't want the students leaping to any mistaken conclusions."
"Not so mistaken," he said with a grin, grasping her wrist and pulling her down to the bed, kissing her still-bare shoulder.
"Please, Alastor," she said, disengaging herself from him and standing once again. "My private life is private, and I just don't like the idea of anyone speculating about it."
He got up and pulled on his undershorts and vest as she located and donned her blouse, her fingers making quick, efficient work of the tiny buttons. Once she had run a brush through her hair and charmed it back into its neat bun, she took a brief look in the mirror.
"Very respectable, Professor," he said, coming up behind her and kissing her exposed neck.
She gave him a small smile.
He followed her into the sitting room, and she let him put his arms around her and kiss her. When he had released her lips, he asked, "What about the summer?"
