AN: I must warn you that there will be violence and sexual content in this story, for the purpose of protecting my ass, this is a M rating. The characters in this story do not belong to me, they belong to J. K Rowling. The plot however is mine.

Summary: When Minerva McGonagall begins her new career as a Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she is overwhelmed by the warm welcome and the friendly faces, however is too much attention a bad thing?. When an admirer gets too close, will he take 'no' for an answer?.

Minerva McGonagall smiled as she walked through Hogsmeade, it was a warm late summer's evening and the sun set so beautifully against the mountain tops. It hadn't taken her long to walk through the village and as she now stood in front of the large gates to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she simply smiled.

Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of said school, had been making the final preparations to the teaching schedule, answering miscellaneous letters, mostly from the Ministry (asking for him to reconsider taking up the job of Minister of Magic-Again). With his refusal and replies to the other letters, all sent via the owl post, he sat back in his chair and sighed contently. Nobody knew exactly how Albus knew everything that went on in the castle but he did. He stood at the feeling of Minerva's arrival at the gates, with a smile he though 'she's early, well, what else would you expect?' he grinned to himself and made his way to the entrance.

Minerva walked up the long path, standing not to far from the entrance door she just stood and stared at the enormous castle. A smile from ear to ear on her face. She was home.

"Welcome!" Albus had been standing looking at her for a few moments, he hadn't wanted to make his presence known. She stood in front of him, no longer the seventeen year old but a beautiful young women, not that she ever really acted as seventeen, her demeanour had always been many years ahead of her age and that's what had always been attractive about her. Not that he had thought of her that way, definitely, absolutely not. (Oh, of course he had!). Her features hadn't changed but she seemed a lot more, more, he couldn't really put his finger on what it was but she looked magnificent. "Welcome to Hogwarts". He approached her with his arm outstretched.. "Or should I say, welcome back?". He had his usual twinkle in his eye.

Minerva smiled at the sound of his voice, god she had missed it. "Professor!". She took his hand and shook it. "It's wonderful to be back." She took another look at the castle.

Albus gestured for them to enter the castle. "It's a pleasure to have you join us Miss McGonagall". He paused as they began to walk through the entrance hall "Or should I call you Professor McGonagall.." they looked at each other with bright smiles.

"I know it's only been a few years since I left" she paused and took in the scene around her. "I've definitely missed this.".

"We're very privileged to have you join our faculty." He began to walk them in the direction of her chambers. "I'm sure you're eager to get settled in. I'll show you to your chambers." They walked in a comfortable silence for a while "You're new classroom is my old one". He smiled at her. "I hope it'll be sufficient for you".

They stopped outside a portrait of a lady in an elegant dress, posing for a portrait. She looked at Albus "The same classroom I learned everything I know?" she raised her brow with a grin "I'm honoured to be teaching in that very classroom. I've got a lot to live up to..".

"Miss McGonagall, there is no doubt in my mind that you'll be a fantastic professor." He looked at the portrait. "Curly Wurly". The portrait swung open.

She looked at him once more with her brow raised. "Still have your sweet tooth I see." With a wink from him she rolled her eyes.

"I shall see you at supper, my dear." He responded and they said their goodbye's.

It hadn't taken very long for Minerva to unpack, well apart from the books she had packed in her bottomless bag. The chambers were nice, a lot bigger than her flat in London, the roaring fireplaces in the living room and her bedroom made her feel much more relaxed. There were a bunch of roses placed on the desk in the corner of the living room, a small welcoming note from Albus.

She had forty-five minutes until supper so she decided to investigate her classroom. Walking the familiar halls bought back so many memories. Standing in the middle of the room she closed her eyes, smiled and walked over to her desk, running her finger tips across the edge. Her mind filling with images of her and Albus having chess games after supper and the months on end he spent teaching her to become an Animagus. These memories she treasured most.

'Is this really going to work?' She thought to herself, walking around the desk and back to the rows of desks in front of her she nodded and smiled. "Yes" she simply said.

"Good evening Professor's, as you've probably already seen, we are joined by our new Transfiguration professor, Minerva McGonagall, I know some of you will recognise Miss McGonagall from her student years, so I hope you will all join me in welcoming her" He raised his glass and toasted to her, the fellow professors' did the same.

Minerva smiled and gave Albus a curt nod. The few professor around her chatted merrily the entire meal time, which was nice of them and she began to feel a little more at ease. Ever so often she would take a glance at Albus, most of the time he was deep in conversation but on the odd one look she met his twinkling blue eyes.

As the professor began to dispense Albus approached her. "I wondered if you'd like to join me in a nightcap and a possible game of chess?" he eyes her hopefully. He then though again "Naturally you're probably tired, another time perhaps." He was cut off by her hand midair. He had to hold in a laugh, she was definitely ready to be a professor.

"That would be lovely, I shall meet you in your office in half an hour". She said rather matter of factly and made her way to her chambers to freshen up.

As Minerva walked the corridor to the statue guarding his office she realised she didn't know the password. As she approached the statue moved, he had obviously already thought of that. She walked up the stairs and with a broad smile, knocked on the door. As soon as he opened the door she was hit with the aromas' of hot chocolate and various sweets.

"Come in, come in!" his eyes twinkled as their eyes met. Following her in and walking over to a chair for her to sit down. "Would you like something to drink?."

She made herself comfortable and added "Some pumpkin juice please, Professor".

"Please, call me Albus" he said making his way toward her again. "It would be rather too professional all of the time, dear" he smiled and sat in front of the chess board that sat between them. "I believe you're always white, so your first Miss McGonagall".

She teased in the same manner he had spoken. "Please, call me Minerva.". Her eyes gleamed at him.

They spent the rest of the evening playing chess and catching up on the time they had lost contact, both feeling rather content.

AN: Next chapter: Minerva's first week as a professor, will all go well?.