36A/N This is my first ever fanfic and although it has been trialled on my darling sister, I have no idea at all how people will like it. Also just a warning that I might not be updating very often because we are on the cusp of GCSE exam season and I really should be busy revising right now. I would appreciate feedback :) Oh and a second warning, a lot of this probably isn't quite what it seems. Don't be shocked :) well that's all for now...enjoy!
Disclaimer: this is a pure fanfiction story and Harry Potter does not belong to me hmph
It was three o'clock in the morning and Hogwarts was asleep. Even Mrs. Norris was getting her 40 winks under a table in Filch's office, and if you were to walk the corridors, you would have heard the gentle murmur of portraits snoring. For once the school was peaceful and the students were tucked up in their dormitories. Well. Relatively speaking: Harry was having a nightmare. Neville was tossing and turning in his sleep, occasionally hitting his head with a thunk on the side of his bed. Ron was talking in strings of unintelligible words. Dean was sleep normally. And Seamus, well, Seamus was snoring. Quite loudly.
Professor McGonagall strode towards Harry.
"POTTER!" she barked.
Harry stood frozen while Ron did his best to hide behind Hermione.
"Where. Have. You. Been?"
Harry thought it best not to answer, and shut his mouth tightly, so as not to stick his foot in it anymore than he had already. He felt a poke and heard Hermione hiss,
"Answer her, idiot!"
"Um…heh, you know…" Harry danced on the spot, trying to come up with an excuse.
"…I…er…Quidditch practice…oh my is that the time…wellbeseeingyoubye"
Harry made to leave and turned on his heel, but Ron and Hermione weren't going anywhere. In fact, they were rooted to the spot, eyes wide, and jaws skimming the ground. Carefully Harry turned back to see Professor McGonagall in tears.
"Professor!" gasped Harry; and then more sheepishly, " Was it something I said?"
The deputy headmistress wiped tears from her cheek with the back of her hand and nodded.
"But it's true – I did go to Quidditch practice."
"Clearly, you do not understand."
"Urm…understand what?"
"Harry, you are my everything. I love you more than anyone I've ever known – anything I do, it's for you…"
Harry gulped. During her speech, Professor McGonagall had moved quickly towards him, taking advantage of his shock, and now her eyes were staring into his. Her nose was millimetres away from Harry's own nose. The eyes closed. Two hands held his face. A puckered mouth was moving slowly, painfully towards him. Harry's lips trembled. No, he thought. No. Not this. Please. Their lips met and Professor McGonagall opened wider.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Sitting bolt upright in his bed, Harry screamed.