Hey guys! I'm taking advantage of a little free time to type my last chapter of this fic ^^! I've got lot of work and I've had difficulties to keep on (meaning I didn't kept on at all ^^'). Anyway, I've finished one of my three biggest works and I feel joyful enough to type it now! ;D So... here you are, I hope you'll enjoy this last chapter. I find it mushy myself but I wrote it a month ago and I had just learned one of my best friend had just become fiancée to her guy! ;D Soooo OF COURSE, I decided to dedicate it to her and... here it is: ^^

Enjoy...

Part 7: A little girl's dream...

17 months later, the 20th December 1945, 7 pm

Albus was rapidly walking back to Hogwarts. He was in a hurry. He was rather preoccupied. Nervous, that word would better to describe him. Yes, this cold blooded man was nervous. And indeed, today was no ordinary day. Today was the day her would ask his precious Minerva to gratefully-consent-to-please-think-of-the-possibility-of-perhaps-marrying-him.

Of course, they were already bonded. Bonded in such a way that a wedding would appear superfluous, ridiculous even to some people. And, of course, she had seemed to acclimate herself very easily to the idea of being forever bonded to him, body, mind and soul. Until now, that is. Useless to say that Albus Perceval Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, defeater of Gellert Grindelwald and, accessorily, savior of the Wizarding world was still insecure about his ability to make the love of his life happy for ever after. But he decided to stop worrying about this right now, what was bound to happen would happen anyway, and recentred his thoughts on the reason he would propose to her (besides the fact that he wanted to be legally bound to her and to be able to love her more openly, this being, of course, the main reason): she had recently told him how, as a little girl, she had dreamt of marrying the man of her dreams : HIM. The happy thought of having won the most wonderful woman on earth, even though he didn't know how, made him grin like a fool. He, of course, hadn't said anything at the time, he had just tightened his arms around her and tenderly kissed her temple. But inside, he had known he would do anything to make her little girl's dream happen (actually, he would do all he could to make her dream happen). He just hoped she would say yes...

When he (finally) entered their rooms, passing through the door linking his office to hers, she was still totally engulfed in her work. Her eyes were focused on the essay she was correcting, her glasses, descending slightly with every movement of her bust. Some tendrils of hair had escaped from her bun and a glow had formed upon her white skin which he knew to be soft and creamy or slightly red with arousal. In a word, she was magnificent. He came beside her and looked upon her shoulder. She had sensed his presence and closing her eyes, she smiled and gently brushed his mind with hers , making him shiver with delight. Then, she turned her head and faced him, smiling brightly. His breath caught up in his throat, as always when she smiled to him that way. Albus made her get up, took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

"Kitten, we're going out tonight" he said with a smile.

"Oh?"

"Yes, and I've got a surprise for you"

"I... well, I think I'll just go and change"

"Alright, we meet up here in half an hour?"

"Alright, à tout de suite"

The 20th December 1945, 7:30 pm

Minerva entered the room looking like an Angel on earth. She was wearing a midnight blue dress with spaghetti straps and she had artistically brought up her hair in a loose French twist with loose tendrils of hair delicately framing her face. She was wearing sapphire earrings and the slightest of make-up.

"Divine" whispered Albus to himself. He reached out and took her hand which he softly, tenderly brushed with his slightly moist lips.

"You're breathtaking" he whispered hoarsely.

"I... thank you, you look rather good yourself" she said. And, indeed, he looked wonderful in his set of blue robes.

"Shall we, then ?"

"Yes, we shall" she answered with a smile.

The 20th December 1945,10:30 pm

Minerva couldn't believe it!

He had apparated the two of them in the darkest street of a small town! She opened her eyes and they were instantly locked to his twinkling sapphires. He took lifted her chin to his face with a long finger and whispered:

"Welcome in Belgium, Kitten" Then, he softly kissed her, only letting his lips brush upon hers before he took her small hand in his and led her to the beginning of the street. They turned the dark corner they had appeared in and suddenly, they were in a rather crowded street. People wearing their best clothes were strolling up and down the street, without paying any attention to the two of them. The façades of the buildings were all lit with bright neon, matching the stars that were shining in the sky. They walked down the street and entered "L'Aleandro", a small Italian restaurant which was very probably muggle (yes, this is a real restaurant! -my absolute favourite Italian restaurant! And, I'm not saying this to make some advertisement).

Albus had booked the back of the restaurant just for the two of them. The place was decorated in soft creamy tones and the candles on the table gave a soft glow which added itself to the already romantic atmosphere of the place.

He treated her with a full gastronomic menu, with all the specialities : first, a glass of Cinzano and a vegetarian antipasti ( mushrooms, aubergines, courgettes and capsicums fried in olive oil and put in the fridge, served cold) then, as starter, scampi all'Aleandro (delicious shrimps in cream and tomato sauce... you just damn yourself for it!), as main course, they had the Chef's speciality : linguine all'astice (I'd damn myself to eat it! linguine in a cream and tomatoes sauce with half a lobster per person! yummy!) and, as dessert, they had a zabaglione. (PS: dear Italians, I hope I didn't make any mistakes in writing the names ^^'). Throughout the meal, their conversation had been easy and fluent, as always. It was amazing that they could so easily speak together about very diverse subjects , such as music, food, the newest theories having come up in Transfiguration Today, Quidditch, etc.

When they were out in the dark street were they would apparate back to Hogwarts, Minerva sighed happily. These moments had been magical, perfect even and she sure couldn't remember having been any happier.

Later, as they were strolling Hogwarts grounds, Albus made the strangest thing: he knelt down beside her and, taking her hand in his, he locked his eyes with her...

"Minerva, Kitten, you are my life, my world. Your mere presence makes me the happiest man on earth. Your smile brings joy to my heart. Minerva McGonagall, will you marry me?"

She felt her heart skip a beat from the euphoria she was experiencing and breathlessly, she put him and hugged him before kissing him fiercely.

"Should I take this as a yes?"

"Yes! Yes! I'll marry you, Albus Dumbledore!"

He took her in his arms and brought her back to their rooms in the castle where they spent much time to celebrate their incoming wedding. Later on, they were both lying in bed, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking , content to just hold each other.

"Thank you, Albus" she whispered in his mind.

"Whatever for, my dear ?"

"Your made my every dream reality" she answered aloud.

He kissed her softly before whispering:

"And I'll protect them just as much as I'll protect you, my dearest Kitten"

"I know, love, and I'll do the same for you"

Then, she curled up against him and his arms totally encircled her lithe body. They were both fast asleep, knowing they had found an answer to their dreams.

THE END! (oooh! yeah!)