Memory
Disclaimer: I dont own any Harry Potter characters/objects mention in this fic.
A/N: This is is another story with the song Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This by Toby Keith.
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Albus Dumbledor walked over to his beautiful co-work and friend. Minerva McGonagall had been sitting out on most of the dancing for the most part but a young, but important to impress to get the school funding, man had asked her and she had agreed because she was becoming increasingly bored with each passing second. It wasn't her scene really. If Dumbledor wasn't such a good friend and ask her to accompand him to this fund raiser, she wouldn't be here.
"May I cut in?"A deep voice asked from behind her.
"If this lovely lady doesn't mind, Dumbledor."The young man inclined his head towards Minerva.
"Well my dear?Do you mind?"She couldn't see his brillant blue eyes but she knew they were tinkling with hidden amusement, like he was laughing at something only he understood.
"No, not at all. As intresting as our conversation was,Thomas, I bid you goodbye for now. Thank you for the dance."Minerva turned from her former dance partner to her new one.
Minerva held back a gasp as Albus's hand grasped her's and his other laid on her hip. They waltzed around the room, unawre of the whispers that were on everyone's tongue as they spin.
"You look very bored, my dear. You could have declined my offer." Minerva felt his hot breath next to her ear as his deep voice whispers to her.
"And leave you to deal with this political sharks alone, Albus? And it does me good to get out.Beside I'm fine now that I'm away from Thomas.He's about as intresting as watching paint dry." Albus listened to the slight hitch in her breathe as she speaks to him.His eyes twinkle in mischief.
"I thank you for dancing with Thomas over there even though you where dreadfully bored and accompanying me here on such a lovely evening." Albus pulls away from her ear.Minerva saw the mischief twinkle in his eye."Especially when one as young as yourself should be out with friends and enjoying the night."
"What are you thinking, Albus?" Albus's eyes followed the movement of Minerva's lip.
"What do you mean, my dear?" Albus leans down a little closer, his eyes still alight with mischief and trained on her lips. Minerva moves closer too.There is hardly a inch of space between them.As if a magnet was pulled them together and their lips touch for a brief moment
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"Weasely it would do you good if you remember to keep your feet off your partner's. She won't appreciate sore feet from you clumsiness." McGonagoll snaps at Ron as he crushes her foot with his.