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sam_storyteller) wrote2005-07-15 12:12 pm
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Entry tags:
Cats and Dogs
Rating: PG-13 (Sirius/McGonagall)
Summary: It's hard to discipline Sirius Black.
Warnings: Student/Teacher dynamic.
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Minerva McGonagall sighed.
It was hard to discipline Black. For one thing, he had developed what was admittedly quite an advanced morality by which he cheerfully underwent any punishment inflicted on him for any dark deed he'd been caught doing. And, in addition, if he hadn't actually done it, there was not a lever in the world big enough to shift the Immovable Sirius. At least it was a good way to gauge guilt, but it did make detentions difficult.
"Sirius," she said, leaning back on her desk, "What am I supposed to do with you?"
The young man looked utterly unrepentant, sprawled in one of the desk chairs, long legs stretched out before him, seventeen years' worth of defiance in his slouch. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, and his hair fell, against Hogwarts dress code, well into his eyes.
"The usual, I suppose," he said. "We did cleaning-the-toilets last time, I say this time you make me polish all the ground-floor portrait-frames. There must be at least a hundred of 'em."
"Allowing you to choose your own punishment negates the whole system," she said, his messy hair making her brush her own off her forehead. He smiled.
"Why punish me at all?"
"Because you've done something wrong, Sirius."
He waved a hand. "You know you enjoyed seeing me deck the Squid in faerie lights just as much as I enjoyed doing it."
She fought down a smile. It was true that it had been...amusing.
Sirius sat up in his chair and then pushed himself to his feet. One hand stroked his scruffy chin, pondering, as he made his way to the front of the classroom.
"Don't you think punishments in general ought to at least entertain people as much as the crime did?" he asked.
"Merlin forbid you should ever become a teacher, Sirius Black."
He was close to her now -- when had he shot up so tall that they saw eye-to-eye? Soon he'd be taller than her, if he kept this up.
"I don't see why my punishment shouldn't bring joy to others," he said, ducking his head a little. "I suppose you could always take it out of my hide, Professor."
"Take it out of your -- just what exactly do you mean by that, Mr. Black?" she asked. He lifted his face just enough for his electric blue eyes to meet hers.
"Whatever pleases you, Professor," he said. She caught her breath. "I place myself in your hands entirely."
As if to contradict himself, one of his own hands drifted out to touch the collar of her robes, floating gently down until it rested on her hip, as if asking permission.
"I think something might be arranged," she said, touching his wrist lightly. He grinned at her as his other hand slid up over her breasts, to loose the catch on the collar of her robes.
"I've been a very naughty boy, Professor," he said, and Minerva McGonagall laughed.
Summary: It's hard to discipline Sirius Black.
Warnings: Student/Teacher dynamic.
***
Minerva McGonagall sighed.
It was hard to discipline Black. For one thing, he had developed what was admittedly quite an advanced morality by which he cheerfully underwent any punishment inflicted on him for any dark deed he'd been caught doing. And, in addition, if he hadn't actually done it, there was not a lever in the world big enough to shift the Immovable Sirius. At least it was a good way to gauge guilt, but it did make detentions difficult.
"Sirius," she said, leaning back on her desk, "What am I supposed to do with you?"
The young man looked utterly unrepentant, sprawled in one of the desk chairs, long legs stretched out before him, seventeen years' worth of defiance in his slouch. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, and his hair fell, against Hogwarts dress code, well into his eyes.
"The usual, I suppose," he said. "We did cleaning-the-toilets last time, I say this time you make me polish all the ground-floor portrait-frames. There must be at least a hundred of 'em."
"Allowing you to choose your own punishment negates the whole system," she said, his messy hair making her brush her own off her forehead. He smiled.
"Why punish me at all?"
"Because you've done something wrong, Sirius."
He waved a hand. "You know you enjoyed seeing me deck the Squid in faerie lights just as much as I enjoyed doing it."
She fought down a smile. It was true that it had been...amusing.
Sirius sat up in his chair and then pushed himself to his feet. One hand stroked his scruffy chin, pondering, as he made his way to the front of the classroom.
"Don't you think punishments in general ought to at least entertain people as much as the crime did?" he asked.
"Merlin forbid you should ever become a teacher, Sirius Black."
He was close to her now -- when had he shot up so tall that they saw eye-to-eye? Soon he'd be taller than her, if he kept this up.
"I don't see why my punishment shouldn't bring joy to others," he said, ducking his head a little. "I suppose you could always take it out of my hide, Professor."
"Take it out of your -- just what exactly do you mean by that, Mr. Black?" she asked. He lifted his face just enough for his electric blue eyes to meet hers.
"Whatever pleases you, Professor," he said. She caught her breath. "I place myself in your hands entirely."
As if to contradict himself, one of his own hands drifted out to touch the collar of her robes, floating gently down until it rested on her hip, as if asking permission.
"I think something might be arranged," she said, touching his wrist lightly. He grinned at her as his other hand slid up over her breasts, to loose the catch on the collar of her robes.
"I've been a very naughty boy, Professor," he said, and Minerva McGonagall laughed.
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(Anonymous) 2006-12-06 10:57 am (UTC)(link)no subject
Much embarassed grinning. Sweet!
"Allowing you to choose your own punishment negates the whole system," Indeed. *g*
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And, damn, Sirius. Even when I was in college and I asked out former TAs, I got absolutely nowhere. *applauds*
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squick?
(Anonymous) 2010-01-20 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)What's the difference?
And McG's not that old - she's still got black hair (without grey being mentioned) in the first book - we possibly just think she's older because of the movies. It's entirely possible she was at most 15 years older than Sirius at this point. I don't see people being squicked about the +/- 20 age gap between the Marauder generation and the younger generation.
Re: squick?
(Anonymous) 2011-09-06 03:09 am (UTC)(link)**SPOILERS** **SPOILERS***
McG's really only in her mid/late 50s in the HP series. (59ish in HBP, if she worked at the Ministry for two years post graduation then came to Hogwarts to teach as JKR now says.) So here, she'd be what...late 30s?
Plus, the whole Marauders and young generations aside, everyone pairs her with Dumbledore, with whom there is a MUCH larger age difference.
I loved it. :D