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Doorway Drabbles
He stood in the doorway, simply watching her. She didn't need to look away from the flickering light to feel the concern dancing in his eyes, and so she didn't. They had known each other far too long to require words.
The one bright spot in the picture was her stocking feet. They had, over the course of their friendship, reached a point where she could kick off her boots and curl up on his overstuffed sofa. It was a small thing, but they were moments he had always treasured.
She sat, her feet tucked up beneath her, unmoving. He sighed softly as his own boots clicked on the flagstones before being silenced by the rug. The sofa dipped beside her underneath his weight, and in a strange way it reassured her.
Albus stared straight ahead, trying to find what she was so intent upon, but nothing came. He uttered not a sound as his hand stole beneath her own and wrapped it in his warmth; the gesture saying more than words ever could.
For the first time Minerva closed her eyes and gave his hand a gentle squeeze in thanks. She allowed her head to fall back and lull to the side. Two deep emerald eyes stared at him. They were tired, haggard, from the stress of the day, and it caused his heart to skip a beat. In that instant he knew.
His wrinkled but strong hand came to rest along her jaw, tracing an invisible line, and he did what seemed the most natural thing in the world. He kissed his best friend. If she was surprised it didn't show.
She leaned into his warmth, coaxing him to deepen the kiss as lips moved together. There were no violent fireworks or explosions. There was only a filling warmth, a feeling of safety that seemed to surround her.
When their lips finally parted, both were panting slightly and their cheeks were red. Without a word spoken, Minerva leaned into him fully and resting her head against his chest. His arms pulled her closer as his head came to rest against her own, both returning their attention to the fire burning brightly.