hey there!!! It's my second lemon, dedicated to madditmcgranitt!!! aand... I DON'T forget my other ifc, but it's a more difficult one to write... not that lemons aren't difficult to write, because they ARE, at least for me, but I mean... well, with the work, the blocus approaching as well as the exams, I don't think I'll be able to write another chapter of "Amare pati est" before the end of the term... maddit, you see, I haven't forgotten you : I've got some time for me right now and I post the first part of the lemon you asked me. ;) I hope you'll enjoy, it's a bit different from the first one I did... enjoy!!!

Dislaimer: I am NOT JKR!!! really, would a ADMM shipper like me say that Albus is gay and Minerva not in love with him ? NO ?! I thought that as well...

Rating: 18

Summary (first part): Albus is going to Germany to fight Grindelwald and his 7th year student Minerva McGonagall (18 years) is sick worried about him... Well, she loves him from the very bottom of her soul!!! She cannot let him die, now, can she ? See what she will do to "protect him"... ;D

Under the moonlight

Part 1 : the pendant (30th April 1944)

Hogwarts was quiet on this peaceful springful night, the darkness of the night was only brightened and the moon and the shining stars. Albus Dumbledore, dressed in dark and practical muggles clothes was quietly heading towards the gates. A silver tabby cat was silently running to his side. Finally reaching him, it sat at his feet and transfigured into a eautiful young woman in a thin white gown.

"Miss McGonagall..."

"So, this was your plan ?" she asked "Going there in the middle of the night, leaving me-us without saying goodbye... was that your plan, sir ?" she asked him quietly, eyes locked with his.

"Minerva..." he whispered, taking a step forward and putting his hands on her shoulders "where I go, my dear, no one may follow me."

"Does it really have to be you ?" she whispered sadly, putting her hands on his shoulders.

"You know that, already, my dear, deep down, you know the answer"

She sighed sadly and her head went down, she knew he couldn't let her go with him. Nor would he stay with her, even if she asked him to, which she couldn't. But she loved him so much, she longed for him so much... and ... he wasn't even gone that she already missed him... If he didn't come back, she didn't know what she would do... but could she protect him ? Yes!! Yes, that she could!! was the sort her grandmother had taught her ? Yes!! the "Agapès protection", the protection from the love... her love would take a part of her magic which would melt with the magic of the other and... the pendant!! yes, her grandfather's pendant!! Dumbledore would have to wear it, so that her magic would stay there until he was in danger and would eventually reach into her forces if he needed it... But there was the ritual to perform, she would have to dance, masked, in a clearing, a full moon night, to dance sensuously, because he would have to dream of her and... well... she blushed at the thought, fortunately, the night was really dark and he couldn't see anything, at least she hoped so... she just hoped he wouldn't despise her after he had come back... Well, her secret hopes were that they could, one day, be together, that he loved her as she loved him, ... but for now, she had to give him the pendant so that Grindelwald wouldn't kill him and that (hopefully) he would return to her. She raised her head again and their eyes locked. Her eyes never left his and he was mesmerized by the sight of her, gleaming in the moonlight, her emerald green eyes sparkling, her raven black hair shining, the slightest of blush subsiding on her cheeks, the way the moon reflected itself on her alabaster skin as her hands went at the back of her neck and unmade the attach of her silver and green pendant. She, then, put it round his neck, whispering:

"May it protect you as it protected my ancestors"

What she did next took him completely by surprise. Raising on her toes, she cupped his face with both her hands and kissed him lightly on the lips. Before he could respond, she pulled back and whispered softly:

"For luck. Come back soon, Albus"

Then, she transfigured into her cat form and she left him, aching for the soft touch of her fingers on his skin and aching for the feel of her soft sweet lips with their intoxicating sugary taste on his lips again, as well as on other parts of his anatomy. With a shudder, he realised he would ache for her for the rest of his life. His last thought before he apparated on the place he was expected to (aurors headquerters, London) was that he completely and utterly IN LOVE with Minerva McGonagall, his favourite student.