Love, Ink, and Candy
Chapter One
Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, sat at his desk, an expression of deep concentration on his face. A roll of parchment lay open in front of him, Albus had decided to write a poem to his love. The flames in the fireplace flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the room. Albus sucked absentmindedly on his quill, as he sought for inspiration.
"ack, pooh, yuck !" Albus coughed slightly, as he realised he'd accidentally sucked on the wrong end of his quill. Ink tasted nearly as bad as vomit flavoured Bertie Botts Beans, he decided. For a few minutes Albus was distracted, by the idea of making lemon drop flavoured ink. Why you could have a whole range of different flavoured inks, hot chocolate for example, maybe with whipped cream floating in it. Albus's eyes twinkled merrily, the students would love it, he wasn't so sure about the professors though. After all if everyone kept drinking the ink, not much work would get done.
Suddenly Albus remembered that he was meant to be writing a poem to express his love. For a while he sat, fingers intwined, deep in thought, then began to write -
You are my passion, my love,
My love for you is eternal.
I carry you with me where ever I go,
I adore and treasure you,
My sweet ...
A familliar knock on the door interrupted Albus, before he could write more. Glancing at the cuckoo clock on the wall, he realised it was time for his nightly chess game with Minerva.
Albus smiled fondly, as he said. "Come in Minerva."
"How do you always know it's me ?" Minerva asked, as she entered the room.
"You have a certain way of knocking, that is most distinctive." Albus answered, his eyes sparkling, as he noticed how beautifull she looked tonight.
Minerva smiled tenderly, as she noticed an ink blot on the end of his crooked nose, surpressed an urge to whip out a hankie, and wipe it off. "I see you have been writing, Albus. If you are busy we can always postpone our game."
"You are most perceptive, my dear Minerva. I have indeed been writing, but not a school matter." Albus blushed slightly, as he continued. "I have been writing a poem."
"I didn't know you wrote poetry, Albus." Minerva couldn't keep the astonishement out of her voice, she had thought she knew everything about Albus.
Albus looked even more embarrassed, as he answered quietly. "I have never done so before ... this is my first attempt ...I thought I would try my hand at it. It's not very good, I'm sure."
"Nonsence Albus, you know perfectly well, that you do everything you try extremely well. I'm sure it's very good indeed." Before Albus could stop her, Minerva had reached across the desk, and picked up the parchment. "Do you mind if I read it ?" Minerva asked, taking Albus's silence for agreement, Minerva started to read the parchment.
"Oh Albus." Minerva cooed in delight. "Oh Albus, my darling, I never guessed you felt the same as me ..."
Next thing Albus knew, Minerva had flung herself onto his lap, and was kissing him passionately, her lips were soft and warm on his mouth. Albus lost all track of time, didn't know how long she kissed him for, only knew it was the most wonderful, blissful feeling.
Finally Minerva stopped kissing him, and started to babble excitedly, about how she must just go and tell Poppy, because Poppy had been desperate for them to get together, for ages and ages. Albus was too enraptured, by how warm, light, and absolutely right she felt, as she sat on his knee, her hand softly caressing his hair, to answer her.
"I'll be back very soon, my darling." Minerva whispered, and kissed him softly on the cheek.
As the door closed behind Minerva, Albus still sat motionless. He'd never been kissed in such a way before, still felt a little dazed, as though coming out of some wonderful, enchanting dream.
The sarcastic tones of Phineus Nigellus interrupted his reverie. "You'd better hope that she never finds out, that the poem wasn't about her, but about lemon drops."
"WHAT ?!" Minerva's enraged yell echoed round the office, till the entire room seemed full of sound.
Author's notes
There will be a chapter two of this story, hopefully in a few days. It may become a longer story, either way the emphasis will be very much on humour. So how many people were surprised to discover what his poem was really about ? Grins evily.
Don't blame me, blame the plot bunnies ;) There I was wandering along minding my own business, when one of them tripped me up and planted this idea in my head. Where it promptly grew. ;)
