Because I'm evil; and have my own Time-Turner (well, I don't, but Valkyrie4Ever does and I get to steal it every now and again mwahahahaha)I'm messing with years, and ages. You know, if you stick to cannon Albus was 64 when he beat Grindleward? That hasn't happened here yet; but Minerva is in schooling and I'm making Albus the age he wants to be. :D Playing with timelines is fun. I can see why Doctor Who makes a living of it. XD

PS. This is a chapter of pure and utter randomness. It will probably make no sense- but hey. I got a few kicks giving into my inner random-bunny writing this. (-u-)

Minerva sighed; and looked down at her tutor. It was always the ones that appeared strongest that had the weaker stomachs.

She rolled her eyes, "Hellooo?" She called down to him.

Muttering softly to herself, "That's what you get for confiding your heart and soul," she knelt down and softly started to slap him on the face. "Albus. Alllbuuuusss..." She cooed.

"Wake up already!" She snapped; out of patience, and slapped him with considerable force.

"Martians!" The Transfiguration Professor yelled as he sat up, narrowly missing avoiding Minerva as he sat bolt upright.

"What?" Minerva actually had no idea what he was on about.

"What?" Albus looked up from holding his smarting cheek. "Did you slap me?" He didn't sound angry, more disbelieving.

"What are Martians?" Minerva was still caught up on his earlier speech.

Albus gave her an odd look. "Aliens. From Mars. But why- what's that got to do with slapping me?" He rubbed his pink face, where Minerva's hand-print was now showing.

"What have Martians got to do with anything?" Minerva was frowning at him; shaking her head.

"What have they got to do with this?"

Albus obviously didn't remember yelling as he rose.

"You are so weird, Albus Dumbledore." Minerva remarked as she stood up; then offered a hand to her Professor to assist him.

"I'm not that old." He remarked; getting up on his own.

"I'm younger than you." He realised, paling considerably.

"No you're not." Minerva rebuffed; feeling each and every year on her shoulders.

"I am. I'm 35." A slow smile crept upon his face.

Minerva moved her head away, then peered closer. She poked his cheek.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"When where you born?"

"17th July, 1910."

Minerva frowned, and sniffed. "That's not fair."

Albus giggled. It was just too much for him

Minerva turned around; for she had been walking around the room when Albus's high pitched laugh had met her ears; and she stared.

"That's odder than the Martians..." she commented.

Then she laughed too. Why? Because who else got to slap Albus Dumbledore and get away with hiding all the Slytherin's clothes after showers during quidditch practise?

Albus had forgotten that, right?

...Yeah. Just a tad weird. To be fair, I did warn you.

Now, remember Minerva mentioned in chapter 1 a 'certain young Slytherin'? Who did you think that was, and should Minerva be having romantic relationship with him? And should he know about Minerva?

I personally, wrote it to be Severus- only realising now that Sevvy's quite a bit younger than that. But hey! That's what Fanfiction is about... No, not writing stories... PLAYING GOD WITH PEOPLE! Mwahahaha. Ahem. Yeah...

xD Please review!