This is during the summer holidays, I just let my imagination dream up a situation like this, and this is completely different from the last chapter, just in case it's confusing, lol. Enjoy!

Missing Moment Two.

GOT YOUR CONK!

"Heavens! Another Weasley! And a Longbottom too!" exclaimed Minerva Mcgonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts and also Albus Dumbledore's wife for fifty-odd years. "What a year this is going to be! Get off Albus!" she shoved him playfully with her elbow. He had been playing with her hair, dropping the occasional kiss to her neck and temple, or rather, not so occasional.

He ignored her and continued experimenting with her hair. "You should really wear your hair down more often, you know, my dear."

"I do know, you tell me every morning! Now sit still and help me with this list. All the booked ones have been checked, but there are a few muggleborns that still need contacting." Minerva pushed a load of parchment at his chest and summoned a quill for him. He sat down, twinkling at her.

"Minerva, you do know that the Headmaster does not have to bother with such mundane things as letters, don't you?" he teased.

"I think you'll find that this particular Headmaster will."

"What makes you think that?" he asked, still twinkling.

Because if he doesn't, he won't have any muggleborns to welcome at the feast."

"That's not a very compelling reason, Minerva." observed her husband, but he didn't mean it

"No? Well how about that if he doesn't, he kiss goodbye to a solid body and can room with the giant squid for the night." Minerva snapped, her eyes sparkling at the cleverness of her comeback.

Albus winced. "Ah; that sounds like an excellent reason, my dear."

Minerva smiled her steely 'you-are-getting-detention' smile, and shoved a pot of ink over to him. "Get started then."

Albus sent her an amused, exasperated, slightly surprised look, and bent over the desk. He was halfway through a letter to Hermione Granger, when he felt something behind him. He looked round his chair. Nothing. He looked round the other side of his chair. Nothing. He looked up and-

-Minerva's mouth was covering his. She withdrew and he saw that her eyes were sparkling with mirth. "Silly!" she said lovingly, "I wouldn't make the Headmaster work when he has already been to three Ministry meetings and four sittings of the Wizengamot." she kissed him again. "Did you really think I am that cruel?"

He held a stupid grin on his face, then recovered his wits - slightly. No matter how many times they kissed and loved each other, it still made him shiver. "It is not unknown, my love."

She pulled him up, and he stood in front of her and grabbed her and kissed her again, her still loose hair on his shoulders. "I love you." he grated out.

"And I love you too." she whispered back.

Suddenly, he snatched her up, draping her over his arms, demonstrating his surprising strength, and whirled her around. She giggled and hugged his neck.

"GOT YOUR CONK!" a voice behind them made Minerva shriek and Albus jump violently as he felt a strong small hand grab his nose .

A short little man was floating in midair, his bell capped shoes jingling. Minerva stared first in surprise, the annoyance, then anger, she was about to shout a vicious something at the little man, but Albus beat her to it.

"WHAB BOO YOU BINK YOU ARE BOING!?" Bellowed Albus.

Slightly cowed, the plump man withdrew his hand from Albus' nose. "Sorry, professor head sir," he said, "I thought it was Mcgonagall with Snape."

There was a moment of silent, then;

"PEEEEEEEVES!"

The unmistakable cry of professors disturbed reverberated through the nearly empty corridors of Hogwarts.

Peeves, panting in the trophy room, reflected ruefully, that he had never fun so fast from any humans, professors or not.

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Hope you enjoyed! It was my first time at real romance, so tell me what you thought! And yes, I know that Peeves wouldn't pant, it's artistic license! You can still request any pairings you want, as long as it's not slash, right?