To Meet History

Chapter 11-Big News

The rest of the school year progressed rather quietly. Gryffindor had left her alone about Slytherin. Her friends had come to accept their relationship, albeit reluctantly. Rowena was honestly happy for her and Salazar.

Le-Annette laughed as she rolled onto her back. It was a Friday, a week before the summer vacation. The end of her seventh year. Salazar laughed with her and rolled on top of her. He pinned her bare arms to the bed. Le-Annette ran her foot along his leather pants. He was still partially dressed. The only thing of his removed was his shirt. She, however, was quite naked beneath him.

"How was it?" Salazar whispered into her ear.

"Fantastic. It felt wonderful," Le-Annette replied in sultry tones.

"I'm glad that I can please you, Milady,"

Salazar kissed her lips. She returned the kiss. His lips fell to her neck. She sighed with pleasure.

"You are beautiful," he cooed.

Le-Annette felt a blush surge through her. She had a small smile on her face. Had had it on all night. But now...it faded.

"What's wrong, Le-Annette?" he asked.

He rolled off of her, but they remained facing one another.

"The morning is ending. The afternoon approaches. You must leave on your errand, my love," Le-Annette said, pouting slightly.

Salazar smiled and ran a finger along her cheek. He stood and put his shirt back on. He turned to her.

"Sadly, you are right. I must be taking my leave," he bent and kissed her. With a slight bow following, Salazar turned and left. Le-Annette stood and got dressed herself. In a few moments, she had left Salazar's quarters as well.

* * * *

Halfway though the day, as Le-Annette was making her way to the Great Hall for the Midday meal, Gryffindor stopped her in the hall. Le-Annette feared the worst. Even though he had left her alone for the most part of the year didn't mean that he still would keep his opinions quiet.

"Could I see you in my office, please?" he asked rather stiffly. Le-Annette nodded, but made no verbal reply.

Once arrived in the office, he gestured for her to have a seat.

"What is this about...sir?" Le-Annette said.

Her tone was somewhat stuffy. Gryffindor gave a quick cough.

"There is no reason to take that tone with me, Le-Annette. I brought you here for two reasons. The first, to apologize to you for my behavior throughout the year to you. I am sorry, but the idea of a student and a teacher being...intimately involved seems a bit unorthodox to me," he said as he took a seat behind his desk.

"No, the idea of Slytherin and a student seems unorthodox to you," she snapped in reply.

"I won't hide my contempt for that man, who was once as close to me as a brother. He has changed more than you know of, Le-Annette. But this is all beside the point. I beg your forgiveness, dear lady. Will you give it to me?"

Le-Annette gave Gryffindor a scrutinizing stare. He seemed sincere about his apology.

"Very well. But you shouldn't be so quick to judge people. What was your second reason for bringing me here?"

Gryffindor gave a small sigh. "My second reason...well, first let me ask you something. I know your father still does not fully approve of your chosen path of education, and I know you must get tired of his disapproving glances,"

"Yes, and?"

"How would you like it if you did not have to return home in the carriage at the end of next week?"

Le-Annette furrowed her eyebrows. "Go on,"

"I want you to stay on at Hogwarts as our new Potions Master,"

Le-Annette's mouth fell open. She couldn't believe it. She jumped out of her chair.

"Surely you jest!" she cried joyfully. "Do you mean it?"

Gryffindor gave her one of his huge smiles. "Does this mean you accept?"

"Of course I do! Oh, thank you, sir!"

Le-Annette ran around the large desk and hugged the Headmaster. Gryffindor laughed.

"Go, tell your friends," he said.

Le-Annette rushed out of his office and to the hospital wing. There she found Bathsheba, Roland, Nicoli, and Rowena. Bathsheba greeted her with a smile, then asked, "What's wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing," Le-Annette said happily. She was slightly out of breath from running. "I've been made Potions Master!"

"Really? Well, that's great, Le-Annette!" Roland said, giving her a hug.

"Good job," Rowena put in.

Bathsheba pushed Roland aside to give Le-Annette a hug also.

"How did this come to be?" Nicoli asked.

Le-Annette went into the story of how Gryffindor apologized then offered her the job.

"Amazing. I wonder why he did it?" Bathsheba said wonderingly.

"I'm sure Godric simply noticed her talents in the field," Rowena stated.

"Well," Le-Annette began, "I don't know why he did it. I'm just glad that he— "

Le-Annette stopped abruptly. She covered her mouth with her hand. She gagged slightly, followed by a more violent one.

"Le-Annette, what's wrong?" Bathsheba asked.

Le-Annette bent forward. She vomited. Rowena rushed to her side.

"Le-Annette, dear, have you caught a cold?" she asked.

Le-Annette shook her head. As soon as she stopped doing so, she vomited again. Rowena furrowed her eyebrows.

"Le-Annette, can a run a test on you?" Rowena asked.

* * * *

Le-Annette sat that night in the potions classroom, waiting for Salazar to return from his errand. Suddenly, he entered the room. She stood to greet him.

"Le-Annette, I thought you would wait for me in my quarters," he said as he gave her a hug.

"Salazar, I have some things I have to tell you. First of all, Gryffindor has given me your position as Potions Master," she said, holding both his hands in hers.

"Yes, I know. It was my idea. You accepted?"

"I did,"

Salazar smiled and kissed her.

"But there is something else..." Le-Annette said.

"What is it?"

He was smiling at her still. She took a deep breath.

"I am...with child,"

Salazar's smile faded. "What?" he asked in disbelief.

"I was in the hospital wing, telling my friends the good news, and I became ill. Rowena preformed a spell on me and told me I was to have your child. Salazar, please, tell me your thoughts on this..."

Salazar took a seat on a nearby stool. He still had a hold on Le-Annette's hand.

He seemed to be considering a great many things. Finally he looked up at Le-Annette.

"Marry me," he breathed.

"Salazar..."

"No, hear me out. I'm not simply asking because of our child. I had been planning on asking you for some time now. This is a sign. Marry me, Le-Annette. I love you,"

She was lost for words. All words, except one... "Yes."