A/N: This is my first (mostly) dialogue fic. Please, if you would be so kind, leave a review (it lets me know how I am as a writer…) I really hope you like it! Depending on what readers think, this fic might potentially have a sequel…

Oh, yes, let's not forget the ever-crushing disappointment that I don't own Harry Potter.

"Minerva?"

"Hmmm?"

"Let's play a game."

"Really, Albus. Now?"

"Yes, now. Please?"

Minerva sighed. "How do we play?"

"We tell each other what our favorites are."

"Sounds interesting." Minerva said, in a slightly bored tone.

"Oh, it is," Albus assured her. "I'm going to write the questions and your answers here."He picked up her favorite quill and twirled it once between his long fingers before dipping it into emerald ink.

"Why?"

"I love learning new things about my lovely wife," Albus replied simply. "What's your favorite color?" Albus asked, peering at her inkpot interestedly.

"Green. Of course. You know that."

"What's your favorite dessert?"

"Ginger Newts."

"Favorite song?"

"Auld Lang Syne."

"Favorite…article of clothing?"

Minerva gaped at Albus. "ALBUS!"

"Mmm, darling, I didn't know I was your favorite article of clothing…"

"Don't make me hex you, you old coot!"

"You're sexy when you've got your Scottish lilt in your voice."

Minerva was rendered speechless. She whipped the parchment that he was scribbling on from under his nose and read it rapidly; her eyes steadily narrowed with each passing line.

"It's my turn, Albus. You've had more than enough information from me."

"No, no! Please…just one more question." Albus looked at Minerva pleadingly, his sapphire blue eyes begging her.

Minerva hesitated. Her emerald green eyes seemed to flicker with doubt. The flames from within were kindled somewhat. Finally, she relented.

"All right, Albus. ONE last question."

"Favorite person?"

Minerva really could not speak now. But it wasn't in frustration…or anger. She was looking at Albus, whose eyes were mesmerizing her…the sapphire pools were widening, engulfing her.

"Albus, you…you know my answer already."

Albus' smile widened. "Ah, my dear, but I want to hear you say it."

"You are, my love. Always have been, always will be."

Quite forgetting her previous annoyance with him, Minerva crossed the width of the room and willingly molded herself into his soft embrace.

"Oh, and Albus?"

"Mmm?"

"Just for the record, my favorite sound is…"

"Yes?" Albus' voice picked up eagerly.

Minerva rested her head against his chest. The sound filled her eardrums; it was resounding, deep, and steadying.

"The sound of your heartbeat."