Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the great J.K.R does. I have simply borrowed McGonagall and Dumbledore and will return them without a scratch. A/N: This is just a very short drabble that came to me while I was lay in bed sick at the weekend. Feedback would be great! Hope you enjoy!!
Minerva once again wiped away the tears that had started to fall. She had dreamed once more of Albus Dumbledore, the man who had captured her heart the very moment she first saw him. For years she has loved him and her only wish as she gazes up at the stars every night is to be with that great man that unknowingly holds her heart.
Albus once again sighed as he gazed over at his mantle where a lone picture frame stood. He had once again dreamt of the elegant Minerva McGonagall, the woman that owned his heart. For what seemed his whole life, he has loved her and he only silent wish as he prepares for the night is that one night he will be able to hold her in his arms and express his love for her. Tell her of how she holds his heart in her hands and processes his very soul.
Finis