Minerva was never really fond of Ministry balls, and she almost regretted promising Albus she would accompany him. With her hair twisted into an elegant chignon, she contemplated her wardrobe. What to wear? She ground her teeth; she really disliked these formal occasions. After much sifting through her plain, black, and dowdy dress robes, she chose the deep ruby-red gown with sparkling train that she wore only once…during her honeymoon. She waved her wand; the dress fell gracefully over her figure.
"Very nice," Albus murmured.
Minerva whipped around, embarrassed to see him staring at her intently.
"But if I may…?"
Minerva crossed her arms defensively and watched him slowly move forward.
A gust of cool air tickled her chest as she felt his hands tugging gently at her bodice.
"Albus!"
"Perfect."
"No."
"Let me kiss you, Minerva."
"We're late, Albus! Give me back my wand."
Albus' eyes darkened as he brushed his lips gently against the warm skin at the base of her throat.
"Sweet temptation," he whispered.
A/N: I began this little plot-less plot bunny with the intent on making it exactly 100 words. As you can see, I was not successful. Anyway…I hope you liked it. Hope I got just the right amount of…sexy? Please review!