Yep

A pointless one-shot about Minerva and Albus's predictability (in my world).

Disclaimer: I don't own HP

A young woman in a blue witch's robe sat on the floor of the Hogwarts Headmaster's office with her legs crossed, her elbows resting on her knees, and her chin resting upon her hands. She had her mother's ebony hair and her father's mischievous blue eyes. Her eyes darted back and forth as if she was watching a tennis match. She wasn't, but in her mind, what she was watching was just the same.

Desiree Dumbledore was bored, and that's how she ended up where she sat on the floor. Her parents, Albus and Minerva Dumbledore, stood across from each other in the office, both with their hands on their hips, glaring at each other. Minerva said something to him, and he retorted just as quick. To Desiree, it was nothing more than a sport. She knew nothing bad would come of it, especially with what they were fighting over. They had their spats every once and a while, and they always ended snogging. Every single bloody time.

Catherine Dumbledore, Desiree's older sister with light auburn hair and dark emerald eyes and wrapped up in an indigo witch's robe, lowered herself to the ground and asked, "Watching them fight, Desi?"

"Mm-hmm," Desiree murmured back through closed lips, still watching her parents.

"What is it this time?" Cattie sighed.

Without looking at Cattie, Desiree answered, "Sherbet lemons."

"Again?"

"Yep," Desiree replied, popping the p.

Cattie sighed, glancing at the clock. "How long have they been at it?"

"About twenty-five minutes," Desiree estimated.

"Then they should be snogging in five," Cattie declared softly, leaning back and watching the rest of the spat.

A few minutes later, their father declared, "Minerva, I don't understand why you must nag me about my lemons!"

"Because I care about your health!" she shouted back. His face softened, as did her eyes. "I love you too much to let you have all this sugar."

Albus walked over to her side of the office and took her hands, kissing the backs of them, "Thank you. I love you too." He smiled, "You know, my sweet tooth still needs satisfying."

"Let me fix that," Minerva smiled back, reaching up and pressing her lips to his. He responded immediately, successfully snogging senseless the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts.

Cattie glanced at the clock, "Five minutes on the dot."

"They are so predictable," Desiree rolled her eyes, finally turning to look at her sister.

"Yep."