Thanks for the reviews, Dream's Girl, Minerva's_Kitten, and Shallwedance9...I really appreciate it!

I didn't know if I was going to continue this story or not, but I guess I have no choice…it would drive me crazy to leave it undone. J

Oh yeah. And I still don't own any of this.

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Minerva had only been in Albus' bedroom once before, and it certainly wasn't to spend the night. She took a moment to reacquaint herself with the beautifully furnished room. Unlike the sitting room, which was decorated in red, this was done in various shades of blue. One large window filled almost the entire length of the left wall, which gave quite a stunning view of the Forbidden Forest. The wall directly opposite boasted a rather ornate armoire, and a large chest of drawers. Placed in the middle of the furthest wall was a large king sized bed. Just looking at it made butterflies flutter in Minerva's stomach.

'I had forgotten how lovely this room is, Albus. It's been quite a few years since I've been in here.' She moved slowly over to the bed, and ran her hand over the quilt on the left hand side. 'It really is lovely,' Minerva reiterated. By this time, Albus had gone to her side, and took her face in his hands.

'Not nearly as lovely as YOU are, my dear.' Leaning forward slightly, Minerva allowed him to kiss her lightly, but pulled slightly away. It really was going to take her a bit to get her head around all of this.

'Umm, Albus? I don't have a nightgown to wear. Maybe I'd better go back to my rooms and get one…I'll be right back…'

Bemused, Albus glanced down at her. 'Well, you could always wear one of Arabella's.' He suggested.

'Oh really now, that's just SICK, Albus.' Minerva chastised. 'Do you honestly expect me to wear one of your wife's nightgowns!?'

'Calm down, Minerva, I was joking.' Albus smiled at her and shook his head. 'You should know better than to think I would truly suggest such a thing. But Merlin's beard my dear…are you or are you not the Transfiguration professor? Considering you mastered the animagus transformation at 14, I would think it would be relatively easy for you to transfigure your clothing - or any other object you'd care to - into a nightgown?'

Minerva turned red at her apparent stupidity. 'Of course it is…I don't know how in the hell I managed to forget that.'

'I just think you're rather nervous. If you'd rather not do this, I promise you, you may go back to your rooms and you will remain…unmolested, let us say.' He smiled and winked at her to let her know he wasn't angry. Though he WAS rather hoping that she wouldn't take him up on the offer.

'No…no. It's fine, Albus. Perhaps I just need to calm down a bit. Do you have any fire whiskey?' She glanced around the room.

Firewhiskey? That was what started this whole situation in the first place, Albus thought. Still, if it would help to relax her…

'Tell you what. I'll get one of the house elves to bring us some, and in the meantime, you can transfigure a nightgown for yourself. If you think you can manage that task, of course,' he smirked.

His smirk was met with one of her own. 'I'll do what I can, Professor. However I might need your assistance at some point; you KNOW how difficult it is to transfigure clothing. I mean, it sometimes takes my second year class three or four tries to get it right, and I, my dear Professor, am no second year. Now go get us that firewhiskey, and I'll see what I can do.' Minerva shooed him out the door, and set about transfiguring her clothes. Removing her outer robe and placing it on the back of the chair, she finished undressing, transforming her undergarments into a long black satin nightgown. Sleeveless is all right, she decided, looking at herself in the full length mirror. Low cut is fine, I suppose…but still, I have to observe SOME sort of decorum, and therefore the nightgown would be ankle length.

Minerva emerged in the sitting room a few moments later, just as the house elf disappeared with a 'pop'. The firewhiskey was there, along with two glasses, an ice bucket (with ice, of course), and a carafe of water.

'I'm going to assume that you don't want your whiskey ruined by using ice or water, my dear?' Albus smiled. 'At least, you didn't at the staff party.'

'Of course not, Albus. That would be a mortal sin…' Her voice trailed off slightly at this. Mortal sin to put water in your whiskey, but not to sleep with a married man. That's a bit twisted, isn't it, Minerva? She was getting rather tired of her inner voice at this point, and again, chose to ignore it, and change the subject. 'I see you've got your nightwear on as well, Albus. Thank you for making them simple red pajamas, and not something with moving objects that will either give me motion sickness, and/or keep me up all night.'

'If I were going to keep you up all night, trust me, I wouldn't want it to be because of my night apparel.' He laughed slightly. 'However…speaking of nightwear…' Albus glanced appreciatively at her outfit, but then frowned.

'Is something wrong, Albus?' Minerva followed his gaze downward. 'Too revealing, do you think?'

'No…no…not at all. And THAT'S the problem. However, I can fix that easily enough.' With a wave of his hand, he amended the hem of the nightgown so that it fell about 4 inches above her knee. 'That's better.'

'Don't you think that's a bit…high, Albus?'

'I think no such thing, Minerva. And after all, you DID mention that you'd probably need help with your clothing transfiguration, and that's what I did. Obviously, you have a problem with hemlines.'

Before Minerva could say another word, Albus grabbed the bottle of fire whiskey, and poured two glasses. Handing one to Minerva, he offered a toast. 'To the most beautiful woman that I know, who will hopefully let me get to know her even better.'

'Charming toast, Albus,' Minerva replied, rolling her eyes. 'But I haven't agreed to anything yet, remember?'

'Oh, I remember my dear…not to worry about that. But you will…very soon, you will.' He smiled and drank deeply from his glass.

'You know, I think you wasted your time here, teaching Transfiguration,' Minerva said, laughingly. 'Perhaps you should have taught Divination instead, seeing as you seem to have an aptitude for it. Or at least you THINK you do. I'll give you my answer when I'm ready to, and not a moment before. In the meantime, let's just enjoy being here together, all right?' Giving Albus's still almost full glass an amused look, she drank her whiskey down in one, handing him the glass for a refill. 'Let's have another , Albus. And you'd better catch up quickly, or there will be consequences.'

As he filled up her glass, Albus couldn't help but be intrigued as to what the consequences would be. No matter how much she protested that she hadn't made up her mind yet, he took it as a good sign that she was choosing to be with him now. Yes, this was a very good sign indeed.