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 Septimes Weasley meet Minerva McGonagall at Quidditch tryouts in his second year at Hogwarts.

That was a statement in itself because even the confused Muggleborns could see that no witch touch's a broom beside their first year at the first mandatory class. Therefore, seeing a girl even if she was a Gryffindor, showing up made everyone confused.

'' Why are you here?''  the captain at that time would ask baffled while the other students muttered confused between them

'' For the tryouts obviously.'' the small Gryffindor would say shrugging while smiling at the older student and holding the broom in a tight, sure grip

'' That's...um. Are you sure?''  he asked a little unsure before turning to his teammates   '' Is this even allowed? ''  his teammates shrugged 

'' We are short on players anyway.''  one of them said

'' She is girl though.''  another added

'' What did you want to try for?''  the co-captain asked, walking closer to the two, eyes much kinder than the other players   '' Which position I mean.''

'' Beater.''  Minerva said proudly, lifting her chin up when the others laughed surprised. The only one that didn't laugh were the Captain and Co-Captain himself who were measuring her from head to two

'' Can you even lift one of the bats?'' one player yelled making the others laugh. Minerva, frowning and hissing slightly, walked right at the Beater equipment, easily lifted a bat and one of the Bludgers in another.

She catch the Captain eye and throw the Bludger in the air, hitting it strongly with the bat over the field, right into the goal post. It was a smooth, practiced move, where she used her hips and shoulders just right. Minerva slammed the bat on the ground, challenging them once more.

'' That was terrifying.'' someone commented faintly

'' Well...-'' the Captain begin  ''- let's see you on a broom then.'' he said grinning over the others baffled looks

And Minerva was born to fly. She saw small, light and strong but above all she was elastic, which let her climb the broom while flying, change position unexpectedly and if needed, even get up on the broom to hit her ball, balancing perfectly on the moving wood.

'' Suppose it should start somewhere.''

So when she landed, the small second year didn't even hear the claps and cheering, she just stared back at the Captains and lifted her chin up while grinning proudly.

'' Welcome to the team, little lioness.''  he said putting his hand forward   '' I'm Oliver Abbot, Chaser and Captain of the team. This is Wyatt Sprout, our Seeker.''  Oliver stated proudly putting a bold hand around Wyatt waist

'' Let's just, use a little less stunts ok?''  Wyatt said making Minerva smile sheepishly  '' Over there is our new Beater. The last Beaters already graduate so if you need guidance come at us directly.''  he said patting her and shoving her slightly forward to the other player

'' Septimus Weasley.''  the Beater said before adding smiling a little crazily   '' That stunt was insane!''  he said loudly before flushing in embarrassment at his own improper greeting

'' I know right? Never did it before.'' Minerva said with her own grin, radiating happiness   '' Call me Minerva.'' 

Septimes Weasley meet Minerva McGonagall at Quidditch tryouts in his second year at Hogwarts and somehow become inseparable over the next years, earning them the nickname of 'Mad Beaters' for their violent hits and perfect aim. The stunts Minerva did weren't helpful.

Also, she was insane outside the field as well.

Someone should have warned him.

FIFTH YEAR

Minerva hugged her father for the last time before boarding the train, trunk in her hand and a annoyed expression on her face. Her father, a board shouldered man who was once an aspiring Quidditch player before a shoulder injury stopped him, was looking at her beyond amused and even ruffled her long curls before sending her away.

She huffed, making a stray string of hair blow away from her face. It didn't take long after boarding the train to find Septimus after that, the boy, who looked much taller than the year before, was absorbed in a new Quidditch magazine.

'' Hello my ginger haired, demon-like friend.''  Minerva greeted him making the boy flinch at her arrival before he smiled at her

'' Hello, my crazy looking and a little unsteady friend.''  Septimus said and she couldn't help but snort amused. Septimus was so much better at greetings than all those posh boys that meet her.

The though of boys made her grimace before she took a seat, throwing her legs on the bench and leaning slightly, on the train window.

'' Hm? What's with you?''  Septimus said confused  '' Did your Transfiguration experiment blow up again? I told you that brooms are already fragile to begin with.''  he scolded her, shacking his head at her reckless behavior.

'' It's not that.''  Minerva said rolling her neck before arranging her hair back from the mess her dad made  '' It's boys.'' she grumbled

'' Oh?'' Septimus said straightening up, putting the magazine aside and leaning slightly forward  '' Did the Betrothal contract go through then? Who is it?''  he said enthusiastic and Minerva get it, really she did.

Every single student, purebloods and some half-bloods, after passing their forth year and going forward in their fifth year at Hogwarts, begin to get Contracts for marriages from all direction. The young heirs would send the Contracts at the Head of the House and if at the end the young heiress would accept them, then a proper Contract will be drawn and the two will become betrothed and most likely marry after their seventh year or earlier.

In a time where dating was seen as 'weird' and 'improper', the Contracts were the only thing the young teens had Or at last that's what adults liked to thing about.  There was nothing more shameful than not getting any contracts. 

'' No one.'' she said breathing sharply and Minerva wasn't even that sure why she was that upset to begin with. It's not like she needed  someone to begin with. She had Quidditch and Transfiguration, a trusty friend and sometimes even a person she could debate with. About anything.

'' It's hard to choose. You can take your time you know.''  Septimus said kindly and Minerva just growled frustrated

Was she not good enough? Why did he need to give up on things she loved if she wanted someone, a partner? Why did she need to change herself for them? 

'' Septimus, no one send a contract to me.''  she said and Septimus face closed off with anger making her smirk. She could always count on him when needed.   '' It doesn't matter though.'' she said shrugging before stretching on the bench, smacking her lips  '' Stop giving me that look.'' she said swallowed heavily

'' But you are hurt.''  Septimus said bluntly making her purse her lips

'' I am.''  she said high head and not cowering  '' But I won't let those dumb girls laugh at me.'' she sneered and Septimus finally smiled again, shacking his head    '' I'm going to get a boyfriend.''  she said grinning a little excited, grinning wider when Septimus blinked confused and a little concerned at her before shacking his head in disbelieve

The words 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend' didn't really exist for them. There was 'fiancé', the most prominent and sometimes 'partner' for the older years or adults. There was 'lovers' if the Contract was actually made with love and there was ' wife' and 'husband' for the enthusiast.

'' Sure.''  Septimus said nodding before lifting his legs up and sitting cross legged, leaning relaxed on the bench. He took his wand out and quickly cast a locking spell on the door   '' Where should we begin?''

'' Oh, don't worry.''  she said assuring '' I already decided. I'm going to get Tom Riddle to be my boyfriend. All consensual, hand holding and dancing, boyfriend.''  she said proudly

'' Tom Riddle?''  he asked baffled before adding   '' The Platinum Boy of Slytherin? Slughorn Golden Boy? New Prefect of Slytherin? The school prodigy Tom Riddle? All the girls want me but I don't look at them Tom Riddle?''

'' That one.''  Minerva said firmly

'' Cutting diamond jaw, wavy hair and reddish eyes Riddle?''

'' That's right.''

'' But...but why?'' Septimus asked, a hand over his eyes before he looked at her like he was staring in her soul

'' Because it couldn't be a Hufflepuff, cause they always get scared of me. Even the older students flinch and hurry away. It couldn't be a Ravenclaw even though they are hot, cause most of them don't get their head out of their books and I don't like to be ignored. It can't be a Gryffindor cause I want someone that's at last smart as me. It couldn't exactly be a Slytherin cause they have Contracts since before they are born. So Tom Riddle it is.''  Minerva said opening her arms like it was a great idea  '' He doesn't mind that I play Quidditch, he is the smartest in this school and debates with me about anything if he is too bored and he is not scared of a girl that plays a sport and doesn't mind my swearing.''

'' So all this time you were debating with him last year, was because you had a crush on him?''  Septimus asked with a grin on his face

'' It was a small one.'' she admitted  

'' You know that, that this is nearly impossible.''  he said pointing at her

'' I can say the same with the 'marriage' between you and Cedrella Black.''  Minerva said pointing back at him watching him deflate

'' Fine. If I can get Lord Black to accept me and not disown Cedrella for marrying me, than you can get married with Riddle as well.''  he said and Minerva punched his  shoulder excited

'' Great. Now-''  she clapped her hand looking expectantly at him   ''- how do I woo a Slytherin?''

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