I imagine this story taking place sometime after Minerva starts teaching and before Harry goes to Hogwarts. This is my first ADMM story, so here goes. Oh, by the way, I don't own Harry potter or things would have turned out very different.
Albus Dumbledore was walking towards Minerva McGonagall's office after dinner, intending to ask her to watch over the school while he was in London the next day dealing with some Ministry business, when he heard the strangest sounds. His first thought was to quickly knock on the door and make sure nothing was wrong.
Minerva had returned to her rooms after dinner was over feeling very frustrated. She had been talking with Albus as they usually do, but the other night she had a dream that they had been intimate and it was very vivid. Of course this was insane, dreaming about him in that way, they were just friends after all. She had known him since she was a student at Hogwarts herself and was sure he had no feelings for her beyond friendship. Still, she found herself thinking of him in inappropriate situations more and more often, and couldn't deny her feelings any longer, she wanted to be with him as more than just a friend, but didn't want to risk their friendship if he did not feel the same.
Albus had been just his usual self, but Minerva could hardly look at him much less pay attention to his words without wanting to attack him right then and there. That just wouldn't do, so she tried to keep up with the conversation, and left just as soon as it was possible to do so without looking suspicious.
Ensconced in her rooms, she felt a very powerful need for release. Having been alone for many years, she had become rather skilled at pleasuring herself, and thus the act wasn't all that strange, but the person she thought of was specifically different. It wasn't long at all before a low moan escaped her lips and then another. Her climax was coming closer and closer, but just then there was a knock at the door.
She stopped, surprised and annoyed, but decided to answer the door anyway. Straightening her robes and calming herself, she went and opened the door. Albus was standing there with a worried expression on his face.
"Albus is everything alright?" she asked.
"Indeed Minerva, I intended to ask you the same thing. I was coming to ask you something and well I heard, well…anyway…If everything is alright here than might we discuss my trip to London tomorrow?"
Oh no, she thought, he had heard her. Normally she would have used a silencing spell and warded the door, but she had forgotten this time. What if he had actually opened the door? She groaned to think of the possible embarrassment in addition to him just hearing.
Seeing the embarrassed, and frightened expression on her face along with her disheveled appearance, he said, "Of course if you are busy than we can talk later, in fact I should have brought it up at dinner but I hadn't known the details then."
She saw him looking at her hair and robes briefly before speaking, and realized that she hadn't bothered to even look at her hair which was probably a complete mess by now. "Oh no, I was just lying down for a bit of a nap, before I started on the schedules later. Please come in or if you would prefer, we can go to my office."
"If you were sleeping I should just let you get back to it. My apologies for waking you." He turned to leave but she stopped him.
"Nonsense Albus, I intended to already be awake when you knocked. If anything I should thank you for waking me. Now what was it that you wanted to speak with me about?
"In that case, I wanted to let you know that I would be going to London tomorrow."
She led him to sit in front of the fire and they talked and made arrangements for the next day. They both seemed uneasy, but unwilling to let it interfere with school business. As they chatted, Minerva unpinned her hair and fixed it back into its usual bun. Albus was mesmerized with her hair. He had never seen it down since her student years and well now it was even longer and more beautiful than ever. In fact, she was just as pretty as back then, but now looked more like a woman than a girl and was all the more beautiful for it. He had always admired Minerva for her intelligence, ambition and beauty and found her to be his best friend, but in the last few years he had began to think that he would like relationship to move past just friends and colleagues. Of course this was highly inappropriate, but he couldn't deny that's what he wanted. He almost made a complete fool of himself, and had to force himself to look away.
Eventually the conversation ended and they sat in silence, both staring into the fire and unwilling to broach the subject that they were contemplating. Minerva, thinking on the nights events, spoke without really meaning to. She asked, "Do you still feel the need for release after being alone all this time."
Albus stopped with his teacup halfway to his mouth, and just stared at her, not sure what she was asking. Seeing his confusion, she added, "Never mind, you don't have to answer that, I'm just being silly." She just looked at her hands in her lap feeling alone and foolish.
"Minerva, I will answer your question, but first I must ask you to clarify your meaning?"
Still looking at her hand she gulped and answered, "I…I mean do you find yourself needing sexual release." It was barely a whisper, but he heard it.
He could tell that it had cost her allot to ask, so he would be honest with her and as he had promised an answer, he would give it. "I do." And he added, "Minerva, do you?"
After a pause, she decided that honesty was probably the best policy, so the said, "Unfortunately yes."
Albus smiled seeing that this was quite difficult for her, strangely made his response much easier. "I wouldn't say that this need is unfortunate, it may at times be aggravating but I wouldn't say it is unfortunate. Sometimes it seems to be a gift and others a reminder of how difficult the life of a bachelor can be. "
He always could make light of any situation and she was glad of it, because now at least she felt more confident, enough even to finally look up at him and say, "And a spinster."
He was glad to see her smile, but he still felt like he was the cause of her loneliness in the first place. He offered her an apprenticeship when she graduated, and after three years, she had proved quite the aptitude for teaching. It just so happened that Dipped had retired at that point and he had the chance to hire her as the transfiguration professor. As serious about her career as she was, she never really left the castle, which proved for a very lonely life, locked up with students for most of the year and then some other professors in the summer. He blamed himself for her loneliness and would do anything to make it less problematic. Before he could stop himself, he offered her all that he could, "Minerva, I could help you with these needs."
She looked at him shocked and wide eyed, and for a second, he panicked and tried to lessen the damage, "I know it may not be your ideal situation, but…" He really didn't know what to say, he wanted to just tell her that he loved her and always had, but that was obviously not the case for her, and so it was his turn to stare at his hands.
"Albus, are you suggesting that we…that you are offering to…" She paused unable to finish the sentence, but hoping, desperately hoping, that he would understand her rambling question and that she wasn't mistaken.
He just nodded, not trusting his voice to reply. His confidence had completely vanished, and so she got up walked over to him. Kneeling next to his chair, she reached out to touch his cheek. He looked up and she finally answered, "I accept your offer Albus and hope that we can both help each other." With that his eyes shone and she could tell he was pleased at the prospect. He reached for her, pulling her into his lap, and quickly kissed her lips before moving to places soft kisses down her neck to the collar of her robes. He reached for a button, pausing to make sure it was alright. She nodded and he went back to the buttons while she worked on removing his robes.
Somehow they made it to her bed, clothes strewn everywhere along the way. The passion they each felt was so intense they had been ready for years it seemed, but as he slowly pushed inside her for the first time, it seemed like heaven. He began slowly, but eventually they set a set a satisfactory pace. Minerva hit her climax first, screaming his name, and he followed soon after moaning hers.
Minutes later they lay there together, not touching, but absorbed in their own thoughts. Minerva couldn't believe that this had actually happened, granted that is wasn't exactly what she had been hoping for, but she felt more satisfied than she ever had.
Albus' thought s went in a much similar way wishing that things had been different but being thankful for any chance he got to be with her.
Minerva finally got up and covered herself in a sheet while she went in search of her clothes. "Albus, I really appreciate this and I feel so much better now, but I really do have to get my work done, or I will fall behind. Please stay as long as you like and forgive me for my abrupt departure." In all honesty, she couldn't stand pretending that it was just sex when she wanted so much more. She had to leave before things got even more awkward.
Albus Dumbledore sat in her bed dumbfounded. She certainly looked happy, but why did she leave like that. Did she really have no feelings for him at all? He quickly gathered his clothes dressed and left her rooms quietly, making sure that no one was around to see him leave.
Minerva sat in her office and looked at her schedule, but didn't really look at it. She was thinking about that man she had left in her bed not minutes before. She was terribly confused and didn't want to mess up their friendship if it wasn't too late already. She knew that she loved him and even though she definitely heard him moan her name, she couldn't be sure if it was because of his genuine feeling or just the heat of the moment. She stayed up much later than she should have still getting nothing done, but decided at two o'clock to return to her rooms. She didn't sleep in her bed, but transfigured a chair into a comfortable cot.
Albus returned to his rooms with a heavy heart. Confused and worried about what was to be, he tossed and turned nearly all night and when he finally fell asleep, he dreamed of Minerva, just as she was dreaming about him.
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