"Minerva, you should really come to my summer home, it's really quite lovely," Albus Dumbledore said as he twirled Minerva McGonagall about. She hooted with delight on the dance floor, and several people looked curiously in their direction. Minerva fixed a stern expression on her face which sent everyone back to the people they were dancing with. She couldn't forget for one moment that her students thought of her as the strictest teacher, and she wanted to keep it that way.

"Where is it Albus?" she questioned interestedly.

"In Paris," he said airily. Minerva gasped and said, "You really want me to go to Paris with you?"

He laughed loftily and said, "Of course! I have no one else to share my lovely time share with!"

Minerva laughed again and said, "Oh, so not a summer home, but a time share!"

There was a twinkling in Albus's eyes when he said, "But of course."

Exhausted from dancing at the Yule Ball, Minerva went to go sit down at one of the tables conveniently located along the walls; Albus followed. "Butterbeer?" he asked graciously and she nodded. He flicked his wand and they came zooming into their hands. Minerva took a long, appreciative pull from her glass and smacked her lips frankly.

"What unladylike behavior Minerva," Dumbledore said in his most teasing voice. Minerva shrugged and said, "What does it matter? I'm an old woman with no eligible suitors to pick from. Who cares if I'm ladylike?"

"There's always me," Albus said in a faux, affronted tone. Minerva rolled her eyes and said, "We both know that your tastes are more for someone like Filius, not me."

Albus chuckled and said, "I can't get anything past you Minerva. Now, about coming to Paris with me."

Minerva blushed and said, "Of course I'll go! I've always wanted to see Paris, what with their rich history and everything. Did you know that the inventor of the Avis spell was born and raised in Paris?"

Albus chuckled again and said, "I did not. Even at my age you seem to learn something new every day."

He stood up and drained the last of his butterbeer. "Shall I have this dance?" he asked with an absurdly low bow to the floor. Minerva giggled and gave him her hand so he could lead her to the dance floor.

Sadly these summer plans did not come to fruition since Voldemort came back to power and ruined everything.