Minerva Matchmaker
Chapter One: Setting the Stage By: Mini Minerva/Brittany Potter
It was a cool, Thursday afternoon, and students were anxiously awaiting 3:00, when they could finally do as they pleased. The same thought was passing through each student's mind...Three...Two...One! A collective sigh of relief swept through the old Transfiguration classroom. There was a frantic bustling as the students packed up their bags hastily and rushed for the door.
"Wait one moment!" A harsh voice cut through the tension.
Every body in the room froze in place.
"I expect a two foot essay on why Human Transfiguration is dangerous, and must be carefully supervised. We do not want anymore...accidents." Her eyes lingered on one dreamy looking Ravenclaw student, who was busily trying to re-transfigure her now green and scaly forearm.
The class stayed in place, waiting for that one special word...
"Dismissed." The group seemed to sigh as one, as everyone left the room in a rather stampede like way.
"Oh for heavens sake, Ms.Lovegood! Come here." The stern Transfiguration proffessor summoned the scaly student to her desk, as her arm had just emitted a loud squawk and sprouted soft white feathers.
"Yes professor." came the reply.
"Estlemorio!" the professor muttered.
Ms. Lovegood's arm was once again rosy, pink and plump.
"Thank you, professor McGonagall!" Luna said cheerfully.
Professor McGonagall simply nodded primly and motioned for her to leave. Busily, she began sorting the last night's homework into straight, even piles. She didn't even notice a small, red headed Gryffindor walk nervously up to the desk.
"Er, professor?" she said timidly. "Professor?"
Professor McGonagall sighed, finally looking up from her now neat piles.
"What is it, Ms.Weasley?"
Ginny shrunk under professor McGonagall's piercing stare.
"I-I wanted t-to talk to you...t-to ask you something..."
Professor McGonagall resisted the temptation to roll her eyes at her student's nervousness. Instead, she averted her eyes slightly to a fourth- year's smudged essay.
"If it's about Ms. Lovegood's arm, I assured the entire class that her arm will be functioning properly within the course of a few days. Again, this is why I told you to keep a watchful eye on her. She lacks a little something in the concentration department..."
"No." Ginny said hurriedly. "I mean, no. It-it's not about Luna." she finished lamely.
"Well, Ms.Weasley...what is it then?" she said, fixing the girl with her most no-nonsense stare.
"It's um, private." Ginny muttered.
"Private. I see. Well, I have time, I suppose. Come with me to my office." Professor McGonagall said, turning on her heel, and beckoning for her student to follow.
Underneath her stern, teacher façade, Professor McGonagall was worried, slightly that this might be something serious.
"Have a seat Ms. Weasley." she said, taking the seat behind the large wooden desk, and waving her wand to shut the door.
Ginny nodded and quickly settled herself into the chair facing her professor.
"Have a biscuit." McGonagall said, motioning to the tartan tin of Ginger Newts that sat on her desk.
"Um, thank you." Ginny said, slowly taking a cookie from the tin.
"Now what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"
Ginny drew a large breath and let it out.
"I was wondering...how much you knew about...um...love."
Minerva was taken aback. Never, had a student come to her for matters much like this!
"Well, I'm...well versed...on the subject...what is it that you would like to ask me?" she said, silently praying that this wasn't what she thought it was.
Because, of course, Hogwarts had never taught sexual education, and Minerva wasn't too keen to start now.
"Um, well, t-there's th-this boy, a-and he-her's...um...."
"Spit it out, girl!" Minerva snapped.
"There's this boy I like and he's really hot and I think he likes me back!" Ginny said, all in one breath.
Suddenly, her eyes widened and she clapped her hands over her mouth, hardly daring to believe that she'd just said that she liked a boy who was "hot", to Professor McGonagall.
Minerva sighed impatiently.
"I assure you, Ms. Weasley, that I do not bite, and that these words aren't new to me." she gave a small smile.
"Ahem, yes. Well...uh...I said I think he likes me but I'm not sure! How will I know? I mean to him I'm just his best friend's little sister, and he's so great, and wonderful, and I don't think he could ever like me!"
Professor McGonagall looked at the very emotional teenager in front of her with mild intrest.
"This boy, you've known him for long, yes?"
"Um, yes."
"And you think that he likes you...correct?"
"Right..."
"Would this boy happen to be Mr. Potter?"
A moment too late, Ginny realized that she had said the words "best friend's little sister" in her tangent.
"Um, that would be correct." she said quietly, blushing scarlet.
Professor McGonagall forced down a smirk. She had seen the vibes between the two students since Ginny had arrived at Hogwarts. She'd felt the vibes, for heavens sake! The romantic tension between those two had practically sprung the pins from her hair. Not to mention the fact that Potter had, too, come to her for 'romantic' advice, concerning how to ask this certain young girl to the ball. She remembered it clearly.
"Er, professor? I have a rather, um, private question to ask...uh...what do you um, know about...uh,"
"For heavens sakes, Potter! If you have a question, ask it!"
"I like this girl, and she's my best friend's sister, and I really like her a lot, and she's...I want to ask her to the ball." he blurted out.
Minerva had been stunned, for she knew who the person was that he was talking about.
"Then ask her."
"But...but professor! She's younger than me, and I, well, I would feel uncomfortable, because, you know...of what happened in second year, and all of that."
Not to mention, that Weasley would kill you, she thought.
"I assure you, that you need not worry about it. She most likely likes you too."
"I know."
"Pardon me, Potter?"
"I know! Riddle told me. In the Chamber." he muttered.
Minerva didn't know what to say. Neither of the two had talked about the incident, through some unspoken agreement. She hated bringing it up now.
"Don't worry Potter," she said, in a slightly softer voice," I'm sure that she won't mind in the least."
Snapping herself back to the present, she asked slyly, though she knew the answer,
"Does he know that you 'like' him?" She didn't think that Harry would tell her what Riddle said.
Ginny suddenly looked paler. She swallowed hard, as if remembering a terrible memory.
''Tom Riddle told him." she whispered.
"I see. Has he ever shown romantic interest in you?"
Ginny, who never would have believed that she was having this conversation with stern, strict professor McGonagall, blushed hard again.
"I...well...he..."
"Speak up please!" Minerva said briskly.
"He asked me to the Halloween dance."
"Well, then I see no reason to think that he doesn't like you!"
"But what if he's only asking me as a friend, or worse. Because he has no one else to go with?"
Minerva shook her head slowly. Apparently, this "love" business was certainly more difficult now.
"I would have to say that there is no true way of knowing that. Your heart will tell you if he's the person for you. I know Mr. Potter very well. Well enough to know that he wouldn't break you r heart on purpose. Now, I suggest you be going down to dinner."
"Yes professor." Ginny said meekly.
After the girl had left her office, Minerva stood up and began to pace the room slowly. She wanted to help out this girl, and this boy, for that matter, realize their true love, just as a certain flying instructor had for her. She stopped pacing and smiled shrewdly. She'd ask Rolanda if she was up for some match making.
Chapter One: Setting the Stage By: Mini Minerva/Brittany Potter
It was a cool, Thursday afternoon, and students were anxiously awaiting 3:00, when they could finally do as they pleased. The same thought was passing through each student's mind...Three...Two...One! A collective sigh of relief swept through the old Transfiguration classroom. There was a frantic bustling as the students packed up their bags hastily and rushed for the door.
"Wait one moment!" A harsh voice cut through the tension.
Every body in the room froze in place.
"I expect a two foot essay on why Human Transfiguration is dangerous, and must be carefully supervised. We do not want anymore...accidents." Her eyes lingered on one dreamy looking Ravenclaw student, who was busily trying to re-transfigure her now green and scaly forearm.
The class stayed in place, waiting for that one special word...
"Dismissed." The group seemed to sigh as one, as everyone left the room in a rather stampede like way.
"Oh for heavens sake, Ms.Lovegood! Come here." The stern Transfiguration proffessor summoned the scaly student to her desk, as her arm had just emitted a loud squawk and sprouted soft white feathers.
"Yes professor." came the reply.
"Estlemorio!" the professor muttered.
Ms. Lovegood's arm was once again rosy, pink and plump.
"Thank you, professor McGonagall!" Luna said cheerfully.
Professor McGonagall simply nodded primly and motioned for her to leave. Busily, she began sorting the last night's homework into straight, even piles. She didn't even notice a small, red headed Gryffindor walk nervously up to the desk.
"Er, professor?" she said timidly. "Professor?"
Professor McGonagall sighed, finally looking up from her now neat piles.
"What is it, Ms.Weasley?"
Ginny shrunk under professor McGonagall's piercing stare.
"I-I wanted t-to talk to you...t-to ask you something..."
Professor McGonagall resisted the temptation to roll her eyes at her student's nervousness. Instead, she averted her eyes slightly to a fourth- year's smudged essay.
"If it's about Ms. Lovegood's arm, I assured the entire class that her arm will be functioning properly within the course of a few days. Again, this is why I told you to keep a watchful eye on her. She lacks a little something in the concentration department..."
"No." Ginny said hurriedly. "I mean, no. It-it's not about Luna." she finished lamely.
"Well, Ms.Weasley...what is it then?" she said, fixing the girl with her most no-nonsense stare.
"It's um, private." Ginny muttered.
"Private. I see. Well, I have time, I suppose. Come with me to my office." Professor McGonagall said, turning on her heel, and beckoning for her student to follow.
Underneath her stern, teacher façade, Professor McGonagall was worried, slightly that this might be something serious.
"Have a seat Ms. Weasley." she said, taking the seat behind the large wooden desk, and waving her wand to shut the door.
Ginny nodded and quickly settled herself into the chair facing her professor.
"Have a biscuit." McGonagall said, motioning to the tartan tin of Ginger Newts that sat on her desk.
"Um, thank you." Ginny said, slowly taking a cookie from the tin.
"Now what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"
Ginny drew a large breath and let it out.
"I was wondering...how much you knew about...um...love."
Minerva was taken aback. Never, had a student come to her for matters much like this!
"Well, I'm...well versed...on the subject...what is it that you would like to ask me?" she said, silently praying that this wasn't what she thought it was.
Because, of course, Hogwarts had never taught sexual education, and Minerva wasn't too keen to start now.
"Um, well, t-there's th-this boy, a-and he-her's...um...."
"Spit it out, girl!" Minerva snapped.
"There's this boy I like and he's really hot and I think he likes me back!" Ginny said, all in one breath.
Suddenly, her eyes widened and she clapped her hands over her mouth, hardly daring to believe that she'd just said that she liked a boy who was "hot", to Professor McGonagall.
Minerva sighed impatiently.
"I assure you, Ms. Weasley, that I do not bite, and that these words aren't new to me." she gave a small smile.
"Ahem, yes. Well...uh...I said I think he likes me but I'm not sure! How will I know? I mean to him I'm just his best friend's little sister, and he's so great, and wonderful, and I don't think he could ever like me!"
Professor McGonagall looked at the very emotional teenager in front of her with mild intrest.
"This boy, you've known him for long, yes?"
"Um, yes."
"And you think that he likes you...correct?"
"Right..."
"Would this boy happen to be Mr. Potter?"
A moment too late, Ginny realized that she had said the words "best friend's little sister" in her tangent.
"Um, that would be correct." she said quietly, blushing scarlet.
Professor McGonagall forced down a smirk. She had seen the vibes between the two students since Ginny had arrived at Hogwarts. She'd felt the vibes, for heavens sake! The romantic tension between those two had practically sprung the pins from her hair. Not to mention the fact that Potter had, too, come to her for 'romantic' advice, concerning how to ask this certain young girl to the ball. She remembered it clearly.
"Er, professor? I have a rather, um, private question to ask...uh...what do you um, know about...uh,"
"For heavens sakes, Potter! If you have a question, ask it!"
"I like this girl, and she's my best friend's sister, and I really like her a lot, and she's...I want to ask her to the ball." he blurted out.
Minerva had been stunned, for she knew who the person was that he was talking about.
"Then ask her."
"But...but professor! She's younger than me, and I, well, I would feel uncomfortable, because, you know...of what happened in second year, and all of that."
Not to mention, that Weasley would kill you, she thought.
"I assure you, that you need not worry about it. She most likely likes you too."
"I know."
"Pardon me, Potter?"
"I know! Riddle told me. In the Chamber." he muttered.
Minerva didn't know what to say. Neither of the two had talked about the incident, through some unspoken agreement. She hated bringing it up now.
"Don't worry Potter," she said, in a slightly softer voice," I'm sure that she won't mind in the least."
Snapping herself back to the present, she asked slyly, though she knew the answer,
"Does he know that you 'like' him?" She didn't think that Harry would tell her what Riddle said.
Ginny suddenly looked paler. She swallowed hard, as if remembering a terrible memory.
''Tom Riddle told him." she whispered.
"I see. Has he ever shown romantic interest in you?"
Ginny, who never would have believed that she was having this conversation with stern, strict professor McGonagall, blushed hard again.
"I...well...he..."
"Speak up please!" Minerva said briskly.
"He asked me to the Halloween dance."
"Well, then I see no reason to think that he doesn't like you!"
"But what if he's only asking me as a friend, or worse. Because he has no one else to go with?"
Minerva shook her head slowly. Apparently, this "love" business was certainly more difficult now.
"I would have to say that there is no true way of knowing that. Your heart will tell you if he's the person for you. I know Mr. Potter very well. Well enough to know that he wouldn't break you r heart on purpose. Now, I suggest you be going down to dinner."
"Yes professor." Ginny said meekly.
After the girl had left her office, Minerva stood up and began to pace the room slowly. She wanted to help out this girl, and this boy, for that matter, realize their true love, just as a certain flying instructor had for her. She stopped pacing and smiled shrewdly. She'd ask Rolanda if she was up for some match making.