Tell Me Something I Don't Know
Albus and Minerva watched from where they lay lazily on their bed as the hazy blue-gray glow of evening began to break dimly through the bedroom curtains. The only sound permeating the air was the occasional rustle of bed sheets and a content sigh. Albus stretched his arm lovingly around his wife as she nestled her head into the crook of his neck and deeply inhaled his soft, warm scent.
"Minerva, tell me something I don't know."
This was a game they had been playing since they were married that helped them to learn more about each other. Surprisingly enough, they had never run out of things to discuss, even after all these years.
Minerva stared pensively up at the ceiling as she lay tucked in Albus's arms.
"I dreamed of you last night," she said softly, her eyes still glancing upward and a smile forming at the corners of her mouth. "You and I were dancing together at the Yule Ball. The decorations were beautiful and bright, and the music was a familiar yet unidentifiable melody, but I suddenly noticed that we were the only ones on the dance floor. I then looked around and realized that you and I were the only ones in the entire room, but it didn't matter that we were alone. It was as if the Yule Ball was being held for just the two of us…"
"That sounds lovely," Albus said warmly.
"It was," Minerva almost whispered.
Albus leaned over to her and kissed her tenderly upon her forehead.
"Your turn," Minerva said after a brief moment, turning to look into his face.
"Let's see…" Albus thought for a moment before a flicker in his eyes revealed that he had evidently thought of something interesting to share. "When I was eight years old, Aberforth had a particularly stubborn pet goat that greatly despised me. One summer day, Aberforth and I were playing outside and got into a foolish argument over something that I now cannot even recall. The goat apparently realized what was going on, and it charged after me. It chased me around the yard for about half an hour before Aberforth decided I had gotten enough of what I deserved and finally called the goat away from me. I was quite certain I was going to die that day… Even now, I'm always somewhat wary of goats."
Minerva turned back towards the ceiling. She covered her mouth and closed her eyes tightly, but it was no use; it was impossible for her to maintain her self-control. Laughter bubbled out of her before she could stop it. She glanced at Albus, who looked somewhere in between hurt and confused.
"I'm sorry, Albus. I'm sorry," Minerva said, trying to ease her laughter.
Albus shook his head.
"I understand," he replied, knowing that Minerva had meant no harm.
"Do you forgive me?" she asked playfully.
"Of course I do," Albus said as he gently brushed a few strands of loose hair out of Minerva's face. "You know what?"
"What?"
"I love you."
Minerva laughed softly and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"Hmm, tell me something I don't know."
THE END