Disclaimer: This is completely revolutionary, people, I know. I OWN HARRY POTTER! In my dreams, of course.
"Dance with me, Minerva," Albus whispered, offering her his hand. Minerva looked up at him, her eyes shadowed with fatigue from grading all her N.E.W.T essays. She gave a tiny smile and rose gracefully, in spite of her exhaustion, to place her cool palm in his. Albus drew her close, smiling tenderly at her. With a soft smile, Albus changed her robes from mundane black to the color that he thought suited her best: a deep, ruby red. Her robes swirled around her like flames, her hairpins loosened and her ebony waves cascaded over her shoulders, barely brushing his fingers. As they slowly revolved around the spot, Albus murmured softly to her; it was a song that he always wanted to sing to her.
"I hold on to your body
And feel each move you make
Your voice is warm and tender
A love that I could not forsake."
The lights in Minerva's quarters dimmed until only a solitary candle was lit. As they turned, Minerva's eyes shone gently at him, illuminated by the golden candlelight. Her smile trembled slightly, her lips velvet-smooth. Minerva continued singing, it was their favorite song, her voice quiet at first.
"'Cause I'm your lady
And you're my man
Whenever you reach for me
I'll do all that I can…"
Albus brushed a stray lock of hair from her temple, reveling in the softness of her skin.
"Lost is how I'm feeling, lying in your arms
When the world outside's too
Much to take
That all ends when I'm with you."
"Minerva…my angel. You are my world," Albus breathed, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.
"Even though there may be times
It seems I'm far away
Never wonder where I am
'Cause I am always by your side."
"Albus…I'll always be here for you. To be with you forever…until death do we part, darling."