Chapter 10
August 27, 1944
Albus awoke that morning feeling sated. The night before, Minerva had given him the first part of his birthday present; a strip show from her in a new pair of lingerie. The made love after. They used protection, knowing it was too soon after losing their baby to try again. He felt Minerva stir and then shift herself so she was resting her head on his chest. She placed a kiss on it.
"Good morning."
"Morning, Minerva."
She wrapped her arm around his waist. She let out a yawn.
"I'm so tired, Albus."
"Sleep some more. It's only six."
"Happy birthday, dear."
"Thank you. Now rest up."
Minerva fell back asleep again. Albus followed soon after, still feeling tired from the night before.
Minerva woke around ten feeling rested. She felt Albus' gaze on her so she turned her head towards him. Scooted up to his face, being sure to rotate her hips just so as she did. Albus gave a low moan. She kissed him. Minerva then pulled back.
"It's Saturday, Albus. And it's your birthday. What do you want to do?"
"Oh, I have a few ideas."
"And what would that would be, Mr. Dumbledore?"
"Oh, a few things that involve you, my darling Mrs. Dumbledore."
She giggled.
"And, I've got the day off from watching those students. We have today all to ourselves. I have few other birthday surprises left."
Albus' face lit up like a little child.
"But you only get them if you go and take a shower."
Albus nodded and got out of the bed. Minerva laughed and lay back in the pillows. She thought a few more minutes of rest would do her good. She closed her eyes and listened to the shower run.
The next thing she knew, she felt Albus' beard tickling her nether regions. She arched her hips, giving a little moan. She felt his tongue find her clit and flick across it. She moaned loudly, letting go of her senses. Albus then slipped his fingers into her and crooked them. Minerva let out a louder moan. As Albus brought her to her climax, she screamed his name. He came up to her face, kissing her and holding her as she came back from paradise.
"That—wasn't—fair."
"Why?"
"It's your birthday, not mine."
"But what if I wanted to do this for my birthday?"
"Fine. But no more. It's your turn."
Minerva kissed Albus with passion as her hands caressed his body. She moved down, placing a trail of kisses down his body towards his fully erect member. She placed a light kiss at the tip, getting a moan from Albus. She then went all the way down with her tongue.
"P-Please Minerva!"
She took her hand and wrapped it around him, starting a movement up and down. She then placed the rest in her mouth. She felt him coming inside her mouth and then swallowed. She came back up to him, rubbing herself along him as she went. She kissed his ear, his cheek, his nose, and finally his mouth.
"Now what do you wish to do, Mr. Dumbledore?"
He smiled at her devilishly. With a wave of his hand, Minerva's hands were tied together, attached to the bed posts on the headboard. He then did the honors of tying her feet to the foot of the bed. He kissed each of her toes as he went. She let out a deep moan, already aroused. Albus kissed up her legs, to her centre. He was teasing her lightly with his tongue, but pulled back and began to kiss up to her stomach.
"Albus, don't tease!"
Albus just smiled. He kissed a trail up to her breasts, carefully paying full attention to each one in turn. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, then pulled at it. Minerva gave a moan and arched her back to meet him. He grazed his teeth against the tight peak. Again, Minerva moaned. Albus then pulled back, which made Minerva whimper. He kissed her mouth, lightly at first, then with a fierce passion. He then went down, back to her centre. He lavished it with kisses before he found her swollen nub. He brought her to high heights of pleasure, some that she had yet to feel. She called out his name as he felt her come. He licked up her juices, then he came back to her mouth and kissed her. She was surprised at the new taste on his lips and tongue.
"What's that?"
"You."
"Oh!"
She found it erotic and sensual. She kissed him back. But soon, kissing was not enough.
"Albus, I need you."
He complied, placing his member at her entrance. He ran it along, teasing, while coating himself with her. He then slowly pushed himself in, letting her get used to him again. Her muscles stretched and they both gave a moan as soon as he was fully seated in her. He then rhythmically pumped in and out. She pulled at the restraints of her ties. She met his every thrust. Soon, they were both near release. Albus gave a final thrust and they both cried out. Minerva lay spent against the pillows, still tied to the bed. Albus was laying on top of her, his head laying on top of her breasts. He then rolled off of her, deciding his weight was a bit too much. She whimpered slightly when he left her body. He held her to him, kissing her temple. She gave a small yawn, followed by her snuggling closer to Albus.
"Sleep darling. We've got all day."
"But it's your birthday."
"Minerva, you work too hard. You are only seventeen. Just sleep."
Minerva nodded, closing her eyes. Albus stroked her hair, calming her.
"Albus, when I've gotten my cycle twice, we can try again."
"What?"
"We can try for a baby, after I've had two cycles."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Although I'm sad about losing our first baby, I want to try again."
"Okay. We can."
He kissed her again and then let her sleep.
Dinner
Minerva had a special dinner planned for Albus. She had made a cake for him, following a recipe her mother had used. It was yellow cake with lemon frosting. She added lemon drops to the top to spell, 'Happy Birthday, My Loving Albus'. She was sure he would love it. The elves kept it in the kitchen for her. She set the small table on their balcony, covering it with a white tablecloth. She set it for two, with a candle in the center. Albus had gone down to do some work in the staff room.
She set a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. She didn't enjoy it too much, but she could tolerate it enough for celebration. She put on the dress Albus had gotten her when they had been at his house over the summer. She pulled her hair up in a curly French twist.
Earlier, while she was correcting papers, she felt the telltale cramps of her period creeping up on her. She gave a small smile, knowing her body was getting into balance again. Sure enough, around three, she had gotten it.
Now, she was waiting for Albus. She stood and looked out on the Hogwarts grounds. The sun was low in the sky, casting a long light across the lake. She let out a sigh. Things were different now, she had no parents, she was married, she had already lost a baby, and she was only seventeen. She really loved Albus and she wouldn't change being married to him for anything. But losing her parents and being pregnant and then losing a baby, that was a lot to take at her age.
Albus had walked into the room, saw Minerva standing in the balcony and gasped. She was so beautiful. He walked up behind her but stopped, hearing her sigh. It was a sad sigh, he could tell. He came up beside her, reaching for her hand.
"What's wrong, darling?"
Minerva looked up at him, the tears just waiting to fall. He enveloped her in his arms, holding her gently, but lovingly. The tears came then, along with sobs.
"I-I miss m-my parents. S-so much. And, I-I am only s-seventeen and I-I've already l-lost a b-baby."
She buried her head into his chest, letting it all out. Albus rocked her back and forth.
"I-I'm sorry, Albus."
"Hush, it's okay."
He kissed her head and continued rocking her. He had no time to look around the balcony before, but he saw the table set for two with a lit candle. He waited until Minerva was done crying before he questioned her.
"Have you set up dinner for us?"
"Yes. I thought it would be nice. And then, I stood here thinking."
"It's okay for you to think, Minerva. It's not wrong. It's okay to cry too. Why don't we go and have our dinner now?"
"Okay, but just give me a minute. Go sit down."
Albus went to sit down, as Minerva went inside to wash her face and call the house elves to bring up the dinner and the cake after. She walked back out onto the balcony and sat down. Moments later, their dinner appeared. Roast beef with mashed potatoes, along with corn and gravy, and some fruits.
"This looks good, Minerva."
"Thank you."
They ate in silence, each unsure of what to talk about. When they finished, a house elf cleared it away. In the dinner's place was the cake Minerva had made. Albus smiled, seeing the lemon drops and icing.
"Happy Birthday, Albus."
"Thank you, my darling."
He took her hand and traced a circle on the back of her hand.
"Well, dig in. I made it especially for you."
"You made this?"
"Yes, it was my mother's recipe. I added the lemon drops though."
"It's a perfect touch. Thank you."
He leaned across the table, careful of the cake, and kissed her. It started slow, with a brief brushing of his lips upon hers. Then, it became heated, Minerva ran her fingers through his hair. Albus stood, never once breaking the kiss, and pulled Minerva to him. He knew he couldn't dispel her bad mood right away, but he was going to work on it. With a wave of his hand, the cake floated into their room, leaving the table empty. That made it easier to transfigure into a soft blanket that fixed itself on the ground. Albus lowered Minerva down, followed by himself. He continued kissing her passionately, running his hands along her body. He ran his fingers along the sides of her breasts. She pulled back for air then, looking into his eyes.
"Albus, I've gotten my period."
He looked down at her, confused at first, but then realization dawned.
"Oh. Well, I've already had a wonderful birthday, I don't need anymore."
"That's not what I meant!"
She giggled and playfully hit him in the chest.
"I meant, that we are almost close enough to try for a baby again."
Albus smiled down at her and captured her mouth again. They stayed like that for some time. When they were getting tired, they got up and went inside. Albus' cake was sitting on the table, waiting to be eaten. Minerva went to cut it and gave a piece to Albus. He bit into eagerly, a huge smile on his face.
"This is magnificent! Minerva, however did you come up with this?"
"My mother's recipe is an indication. I added the lemon drops though, I knew you liked them."
"I do. Minerva you've out done yourself. This is such a wonderful birthday. Thank you, thank you so very much."
"You're welcome."
He leaned into kiss her, but she started to laugh.
"What? What's so funny?"
"You've laugh laugh, You've got frosting, ha ha ha, on your nose!"
Minerva leaned forward and kissed it off. She pulled back smiling. After Albus finished his cake, Minerva was trying to hold back a yawn.
"Tired?"
"A bit."
"We should get to bed. Tomorrow is Sunday and I think we should got into London for a bit. I've got to pick up a few things in Diagon Alley, plus, I've made reservations at a restaurant in town."
"All right."
Minerva stood and went to change into her nightgown. The dress she wore slid from her body, pooling at her feet. She took down her hair, letting her dark waves fall around her shoulders. She pulled her nightgown over her head. After she brushed her hair and cleaned her face, she walked into their bedroom to find Albus already in bed. She walked slowly over, her feet making a small sound on the carpet. She crawled into bed next to him, snuggling down in the blankets. Albus turned to her, then pulled her to him. They snuggled a bit before calming down to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Minerva was tossing and turning, finally getting out of bed to sit out on the balcony. Albus noticed her absence when she left the bed and awoke. He got out of bed, found the door to the balcony open and stepped out. She looked so beautiful sitting on the edge of the balcony, the breeze playing in her hair. Her hand was pressed against her stomach. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He placed a kiss to her cheek, only to find tears there again.
"Minerva, what's wrong?"
"Cramps."
Albus was confused and then it dawned on him. That was why her hand was pressed so hard against her abdomen.
"Are they that bad?"
Minerva nodded, a small sob escaping her lips.
"They hurt terribly. I just don't know what to do. No amount of pain reliever will help it."
"Oh, Minerva, I've got an idea."
Albus helped her down from the balcony and then carried her to the bathroom. He set her on the seat in their, then turned on the water. He got out several towels, laying them neatly on the floor.
"Get undressed, Minerva. I promise, this will help."
She did and when Albus told her to get in the tub, she did. He then grabbed a towel, got it wet and placed a light sticking charm on it to firmly hold it against Minerva's stomach. She let out a contented sigh, reveling in the soothing feel it gave.
"Any better?"
"A little."
Albus ran some more warm water into the tub, making sure it covered Minerva to just below her breasts. The water was very soothing to Minerva, making her tired and comfortable.
"How do you feeling now?"
"Mmmm, much better. Thank you."
"Not a problem. Now, let's get you dried off and put to bed."
Minerva merely nodded, letting Albus take the lead. He dried her off, put her nightgown back on and carried her to the bed. He lay her gently under the covers, making sure she was comfortable. He crawled in next to her, holding her lightly. They were asleep within minutes.
August 28, 1944
The next morning, Albus and Minerva were getting ready. Albus was in the bathroom, showering and Minerva was in the bedroom. When Albus came out, he had expected to find Minerva ready and waiting, but the sight that met his eyes was not what he had expected. He found Minerva lying on their bed, tears coursing down her cheeks, clutching her stomach. Her face was buried in a pillow, muffling the loud sobs that were coming out.
Albus was at her side instantly.
"What is it? Is it cramps again?"
Minerva just nodded, crying into the pillow.
"Now, Minerva, I can't do anything right now, but I'm going to call Madam Marsh. She'll be able to help."
Minerva nodded again. Albus ran to the fire, calling Madam Marsh to their rooms. She came in, a bit flustered.
"Minerva's got horrible cramps. They are so painful."
"Well, let me see her."
Minerva lay on the bed as Madam Marsh checked her.
"Minerva, I'm going to give you a heavy sedative. It'll keep you out long enough for these cramps to subside and for you to not feel them. Since you told me you are pretty much immune to pain relievers, I can't give you one."
Minerva just nodded, waiting for the sedative.
"I'm sorry, Albus."
"It's not your fault, Minerva. It's okay."
Albus held her hand as Madam Marsh gave her the sedative. Within a few minutes, she was fast asleep.
"Thank you, Madam Marsh."
"Not a problem, Albus. Let me know if you need anything."
"I will."
Madam Marsh left and Albus sat at Minerva's side for the rest of the day. He read to her and to himself, just to keep from getting bored. Then, he would stroke her hair, hold her to him and nap.