Tinsel and Fire
Minerva could never say exactly what made her do it. Even all these years later she was unable to explain. It was in her opinion quite uncharacteristic. In her rare moments of idleness her mind would often drift back to that long ago Christmas night, and once again she would wonder why had she done it.
Was it the way Albus' eyes had sparkled and shone like the tinsel on the tree, as they sat together on the gaudy chintz sofa in his private chambers ? Or the way the fairy lights were reflected in his eyes, so that every time she gazed at him she saw rainbows captured against a sapphire sky ?
Had it been the way that the snow flakes still trapped in his hair from their earlier walk, had shimmered like silvery gossamer as the moonbeams carressed them ? Or the warm aroma of chocolate and ginger that teased her senses as Albus sat so close to her that she could feel his warmth inviting her to come closer still ? Tempting her with hints of blazing passion till she was heady with desire.
Had the mulled wine at Christmas lunch been unusually strong ? Was it that which had sent flames coursing through her veins, and caused her to drop her well practised facade of stiffness ?
What was indisputable was what had happened next.
Minerva McGonagall renowned and respected as the strictest professor at Hogwarts had leaned over and planted a burning fiery kiss on Albus Dumbledore's lips. A kiss which left them both gasping for breath.
"Merry Christmas Albus Dumbledore ..." She had whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
Then with an uncharacteristically mischevious grin she had left the room swiftly, while an open mouthed Albus sat gaping on his chintz sofa, his cheeks unusually flushed as the firelight danced in his eyes.
As she recalled how tender and loving Albus' lips had felt beneath hers, how hidden passion had blazed to the fore at long last, Minerva moved even closer to the beaming silver haired wizard who held her in a tender embrace. As their eyes met she knew that he too had been remembering that first Christmas kiss.
Author's Notes
Quite possibly my shortest story ever. :D Merry Christmas everyone, and please review.
Inspired by the song I believe in Father Christmas by Greg Lake, one line in particular about eyes full of tinsel and fire inspired my story. That and putting the tree up.