Twelve Days Of Christmas

Disclaimer: well if I owned any of these characters would I be here on a painfully slow computer writing fanfiction?

Summary: Albus decides to tell Minerva that he cares in time for Christmas, the dilemma is how? (ADMM)

P.s this is my first attempt at this please be kind and put up with it, also its about 10:45 pm so It most likely doesn't make sense to any one but me.

…. last Christmas I gave you my heart
but the very next day you gave it away
and this year to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
well last Christmas I gave you my heart….

No kidding I sure did give my heart away to the wrong person, well the wrong thing he was forced to concede.

Albus Dumbledore the greatest wizard of the century, order of Merlin first class was sitting at the bar in the Three Broomsticks drinking his way to oblivion yet again. Of course if any one looked at him they would see a not particularly good-looking man of about 35 years of age. Yet if some-one watched closely they would notice that his actions were far to gentleman like for some-one in their thirties.

It was December, the month of Christmas and love, and once again Albus was drowning his sorrows in Firewhiskey. Last year he had done the same and the year before that and the year before that for almost every night of December for the last 20 years. Ever since a beautiful, raven haired temptress crossed his path and started teaching at Hogwarts. She was perfect in every way, intelligent, witty, beautiful, kind, talented, not to mention his college, best friend, and secret lover. Last year though had been worst than usual; he had seen Minerva walking through Hogsmead with a handsome man who appeared to be a few years older than her. Chuckling at the memory he could still remember the aguish he had initially felt believing he had lost her before he even had her. It was not until after he had poured out his heart to the countless drams of Firewhiskey, and cried his heart out in his rooms that he found out that the man was her brother.

Oh the joy he had felt to know he was still in the running, and this year it would be different. He was not going to go through that again, this year he was going to tell her…

But how??

… I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

I don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you...

Numbly Albus noticed the change in song; well I know what I want for Christmas, I want Minerva, and I sure as hell want her for my own, and she will never know about it, well she won't if I don't tell her … but again HOW??? Oh damn getting frustrated never helped anyone. How funny would it be to just appear over there right now and serenade her, well no not really funny Minerva would kill him, she would give him one of those famous McGonagall death stares and most likely hex him into the end of next week. But no that was not the way for him to get her to notice him in the way she wanted him too.

How did a man tell his best friend that he loved her, he was almost twenty years her senior though would that make a difference to her? Granted he did not age like most other men who were in their fifties, he looked no more than about 35 but still… would Minerva want someone more her own age?

And there was still the problem of her not seeing his advances as one of a suitor, he could not let her know till the end.

A secret admirer?

That would work, but would she think it a joke? No maybe not then. The thought of causing his Min any pain sent sharp sharps of glass through his heart.

He had to do something!

"Would you like anoth- Albus? What are you doing here?" Madam Rosmerta's voice cut through his troubled thoughts.

Oh Shit. I let my disguise slip.. Bugger!

Now what do I tell her?

" Um…. Nothing much dear, just wetting my whistle a bit with your fine Firewhiskey"

"Oh well in that case I'll well, leave you to it then Headmaster" and with that she left to serve some other customer.

Well I escaped that one; oh Lady Luck shines her heavenly face upon me tonight, I thought with a small smile.

…..On the First day of Christmas

My true love gave to me:

A partridge in a pear tree

On the second day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Two Turtle Doves,
And a Partridge in a Pear Tree.

On the third day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Three French Hens,
Two Turtle Doves,
And a Partridge in a Pear Tree….

Well now there's a thought, what about if I show her my love by courting her with these gifts.

Yes, YES!! This would work

"Rosmerta, excuse me. No, no I don't need another drink, but if you don't mind kindly telling me where could I get a copy of this song? I find it's exactly what I was looking for as a gift to my dear mother. She has a weakness for Christmas songs you know"

"Hmm… now let me think you know what I do believe I have a spare copy of it somewhere a rather. I'll find it later tonight and owl it to you. Now if you'll excuse me headmaster I must go and serve the group of witches who just walked in the door"

"That's fine Rosmerta, I find that it is getting late and I really must be going, have a good night and I await for your owl, thankyou for your help."

"Anytime, good night"

Feeling better than he had in years Albus left the Three Broomsticks and practically skipped all the way back to Hogwarts.

Well please take the time to R&R if u've survived this long... there will most likely be 12 chaptersif not more.