A/N: HELLO ALL I AM BACK AND ALIVE FROM MY LONG DORMANCY. Did you miss me? Yes? No? A teeny bit? Okay then.
Prompt: Black licorice, string, cushy chair. Thank you, Candieddragon! Oh my…-mind goes crazy-
Even great wizards have their weak points. Albus Dumbledore certainly had his. He sniffed and blew his nose loudly. The summer was his least favorite season, mostly because he got horrible allergies and because he hated heat. Albus knew he needed to go see Madame Pomfrey, but his great wizard pride prevented him from doing so. So he sat in the corner of his magnificent study and sulked.
A brisk, terse rap on his door alerted his attention to Minerva McGonagall. She gave him a swift smile that quickly turned to a concerned frown when she saw his red-rimmed eyes and swollen nose.
"Albus?"
"Hello, Minerva. Did you get a chance to pass the Ministry regulations sheet to Cornelius?"
"Yes, Albus, and I have them here. Minister Fudge was most efficient with it."
"Thank you. You may set it over there by that…" Albus waved vaguely to the towering stack of papers waiting to be approved.
"Why don't you take a rest, dear? You work too hard. Besides,"
Minerva's lips quirked into a small smile.
"I have just the remedy for you. Won't you wait for me?"
"All right…?"
Minerva placed her cool palms on his fevered cheeks and briefly pecked his forehead.
Albus waited until Minerva's slight form disappeared from his office before sinking into his chintz armchair and closing his eyes. Ten minutes later, he sensed, rather than heard, her light tread. He could hear her ripping packages and pouring something into crystal goblets. When she approached him, he slightly opened his eyes.
"Rest, darling. Close your eyes."
Albus obeyed. He felt soft ropes bind his wrists over his head. He kept his eyes closed but he cleared his throat to speak.
"This could be considered kidnapping, Minerva, you know that?"
"Oh yes," Minerva murmured. She brought her cool hand to under his chin and gently coaxed his mouth open. Tipping whatever was inside the goblet, he swallowed, as trusting as a young boy. Instantly, he began steaming in the ears and mouth. Minerva stroked his cheek and brought out a black licorice wand from her pocket. She bit off half and gave the other half to Albus.
"Only because I trust you, Minerva," Albus gasped, still issuing copious steam from his mouth.
"I know," Minerva purred. "And now a licorice wand for you because I know you love sweets."
"I do feel better though," Albus pointed out. "Pepper-Up Potion, thank you, Healer McGonagall."
"Anytime, Albus." Minerva kept him bound to his chair and backed away slowly to let loose her long black hair. Shrugging out of her outer robes, she stepped out of them and approached Albus in a silky slip. Her warm, peppermint scented breath caressed his face as she leaned closer and kissed him slowly on the mouth. He responded immediately and wriggled to get free of his confines.
"Open your eyes, Albus."