Minerva McGonagall comes to England to care for her ailing sister, and finds something so much more. A lesson in growth for one, and pleasure for the other
This is a tale of unlikely bedfellows Minerva McGonagall and Oliver Wood (he's sixteen, so there's your chan warning right there) that somehow manages to be totally in-character. It's tender without being sentimental and very, very hot. It does male-May/female-December realistically without condescending to either party. No Tea and Sympathy here, only lyrical writing and trenchant observation.
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