four days: Hot Chocolate, or red hot danger?
Minerva's eyes opened slowly. She had just had the best dream that there ever could have been, or, she noticed, as she stared at the hands that were wrapped tightly around her waist, perhaps it wasn't a dream. She turned her body gently, to find those twinkling eyes staring at her. "Are we awake?"
She smiled, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. How long have you been awake?"
"Not very long. I'd say about fifteen minutes at most."
She nodded silently. "Albus...that wasn't a dream, was it?"
"What?"
"What I think happened earlier...about you saying that you loved me?"
He smiled towards her, and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Yes, very much so my dear, dear Professor Mcgonagall."
"You don't need to call me that," she said, a smile etching itself on her face, "Min is fine."
"Well, then MIN, what do you say we see about getting me out of this hospital bed, so we can maybe talk? I wouldn't mind to explain myself a little bit more, even though we've already gotten a productive encore presentation of how I feel about you."
She smiled, and kissed his gently on the lips. "Alright, I'll go and get Karalynn."
Minerva slid out of the bed, and walked a slow movement towards Karalynn's office. She turned with a seductive smile and looked at Albus before entering the office.
"Lynn?" she walked quietly towards her friend. "The patient is ready to leave the building," she smiled.
Karalynn looked up from a stack of papers that she was looking at. "So did we finally wake up from your little comfortable nap? I really had half a mind to get you out of that bed"
"We weren't doing anything."
"I know...that's the only reason I let you stay, so you must tell me, what happened?"
"Nothing. He woke up, I told him how I felt, he agreed, and in the name of Merlin, he is the world's best kisser!"
Minerva could feel her eyes being searched, she could see the thin outline of a smile on Karalynn's face. "So was I right in letting you stay there overnight? Or was that a complete mistake?"
"NO, it was just *perfect*."
"Well, then I suppose you want me to release him so that you can...expand on that little perk called a kiss?"
"Not exactly. We're going to talk, and in anycase, we need to leave before Greg wakes up...I don't want any confrontation yet."
"Oh no...he'll be out cold for another hour or two. I boosted his potion three watts, just so that I wouldn't have to handle him! No, go ahead. Just be careful with his nose. I checked him over while you were sleeping...he'll be fine."
Minerva nodded. "Anything else?"
"Actually yes, Minerva...I would like to make a point in saying, once Greg finds out, no matter what kind of an idiot he is, he WILL be fuming once he knows what happened. I wouldn't be left alone. A lunatic like that preys on moments when the hunt is alone."
"Are we suddenly on a study?" she said sarcastically, "Alright, I'll makesure and stay safe. See you at dinner."
Minerva left the room, and walked over to Albus who was propped up on the bed, awaiting his release. "And?"
"We're free..." she whispered, and she kissed him gently on the lips. "Come on, let's go."
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"...and I looked everywhere, you come to tell me that you were in HOGSMEADE the whole time?" Albus said with a growl.
"Yes, I was in Hogsmeade, getting my gift for my secret santa."
Albus looked down on her, a smile creeping along his face. "So what did you get me Min? Anything special?"
She looked up at him in surprise. "What makes you think I got you anything?"
"I know many of your secrets Minerva McGonagall, one being that you drew me for the secret santa. I am aware of what I said about not asking, or telling, but you know, I am too tired of hiding everything I think when I'm around you. It gets old after a while," he squeezed her hand gently as they strolled down the corridor. "Where are we going anyway?"
"Well I was thinking we were heading towards your room, so that you could maybe get nursed a little, but I would imagine you're tired of being in a bed. Truly, it makes no difference to me."
"I suppose the day is still young. Perhaps you wouldn't mind making a snowman, or some other childish 'venture?
"Alright. But we'll need to go and get gloves and the whole lot. I wouldn't want one of us to be back in the hospital wing because of frost bite."
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"Hey James, look at the house points! We're up thirty," hissed Sirius Black, "Do you know what that's about?"
"No," James said simply, quite obviously, he hadn't told.
Sirius looked at him. "You know, you've been awfully quiet these past few days, what's eating you?"
"Nothing."
"Come on Prongs, tell dear old Padfoot. I won't tell...did Lily finally say yes?"
"No, she rejected me completely, AGAIN, and I can't tell."
"Why not?"
"Because...because if I do, then the house points will be taken away."
"So you're the one! Ha! Alright, what's going on?"
"I can't tell."
"Okay, then I'll guess. That wouldn't be telling, now would it?"
"I suppose. Alright, ask away."
"Did this thing take place 2 days ago?"
"Yes."
"Did it involve Peeves? You said you talked to him."
"Kind of. Not really though."
"Does it have anything to do with...one of us?"
"NO."
"Ghosts?"
"NO."
"Students?"
"NO."
"Teachers?"
"Yes."
"TEACHERS? Hmmmmm..." he brought his hand thoughtfully to his chin, "McGonagall?"
"Yes."
"Flitwick"
"NO!"
"Dumbledore?"
"Not really."
"Madame Mianno?"
"No."
"Talaris?"
"Yes."
"Tell me it isn't what I think it is," he shook his head, "are they dating?"
"Worse."
"Worse?! What could be worse than dating?"
"You don't want to know. Just drop it."
"Make a note to yourself, the moment you hide something from me, is the moment the world comes to an end."
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"You want the same pair of gloves Albus?"
"Um...sure." He stared at Minerva, he couldn't help himself. This time, he had won. Won everything he could ever hope. 'All that's left is to buy her a ring...I know just when to give that to her.' "Minerva?"
"Hmmm?" She looked up at him, batting her eyes apprehensively.
He stared a few seconds...he couldn't ever not get up in her. She was just staring at him, those beautiful dark green eyes just implanting themselves into his memory bank. He stared so long, he forgot what he was going to say. And what do all men do? Improvise.
"Do you...want to go to my room for some hot chocolate, after the outting? Or right now even would be nice."
She walked over to him, with that seductive walk, he could feel his heart race. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and stared up at him for a few seconds. "That depends."
"On what?"
"If it's just hot chocolate you're talking about, or something more. I won't pretend that I haven't heard some crummy pick up lines, yours isn't far from a few of them."
"What does hot chocolate hurt Miss Minnie?"
"Miss Minnie? Are we already coming up with pet names for eachother?" she purred.
He stared, and stared. He had worked so hard to get to this moment, the moment to confess, to see her smile on his behalf. He couldn't ruin it, but she was just turning her head just right, and batting her eyes to her hearts content. All he could spit out was the simple phrase, "You're very beautiful Minerva."
"Am I? That's one I haven't heard in oh, about thirty hours."
"No, really. I could stare at you all day."
"Be quiet," he pushed her finger to his lips, "you're making me sound as if I'm some painting or something."
"You are. Your image is permanantly implanted in the crevices of my brain." He lifted her chin to face him more. "You're the most perfect picture I've ever come across, I'm not about to let this go."
"What go? We've hardly ever done anything yet."
"Care to play?"
"Play what?"
"I call it tag, you can call it what you want," he said quietly. He couldn't help himself, he needed her to be there with him. They needed a moment, before it all went to shreds. He lowered his head gently, and kissed her softly. There was no fantasy 'they lived happily ever after', but it wasn't nearly as conventional as their first...somehow this one seemed to be so gentle, but so violent; well, not violent, perhaps passionate.
They departed with one another, Albus held on to her waist tightly, not wanting her to make a decision to get away from him as quickly as possible. "Albus," she whispered with the 'stern' hint in her voice, "hot chocolate sounds nice. But not now...I've got too much on my mind."
His grip on her lessened. She was right, as always, but why couldn't he get the special treatment Greg had gotten? For a moment, the thought of how her neck must taste came across his mind. Her perfume was nothing of lilac or lavender, more like maple...something nice and sweet. He swallowed, hard. "So which is first? Snow, or hot chocolate?"
"Hot chocolate. Then snow. Then maybe hot chocolate again," she smiled. "Now let's get out of here, this room is starting to feel cold."
"Of course my dear," he reached out his hand, and she laced her fingers through his. They were just about to the door, when a knock came. Well, perhaps not a knock, more like a demand.
"Minerva! Dumbledore! I know you're in there! Get out here before I blow the bloody door to shreds!
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happy? sad? Angry? Well, our fave couple is together, but obviously...all is not well!
hmmmm...several of you asked about a wedding last chapter. Quite honestly, the concept of a wedding had never come across my mind. But also, as is obvious, I DO hope to end this with Dumbledore giving her a ring.
Ahh...and we re-visited James, just like I had said. Of course...whether or not it ever comes out is still to be discovered!
Okay, thank you thank you thank you to the following reviewers, you've been great!
***Mini Minerva
***Chicken13
***Isabelle3
***Princesswitch
***Palanfanaiel
&
***Jestana [quite honestly, im not sure where I got the nose thing...i probably did read it something or other from you!]
again, thanx!
Minerva's eyes opened slowly. She had just had the best dream that there ever could have been, or, she noticed, as she stared at the hands that were wrapped tightly around her waist, perhaps it wasn't a dream. She turned her body gently, to find those twinkling eyes staring at her. "Are we awake?"
She smiled, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. How long have you been awake?"
"Not very long. I'd say about fifteen minutes at most."
She nodded silently. "Albus...that wasn't a dream, was it?"
"What?"
"What I think happened earlier...about you saying that you loved me?"
He smiled towards her, and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Yes, very much so my dear, dear Professor Mcgonagall."
"You don't need to call me that," she said, a smile etching itself on her face, "Min is fine."
"Well, then MIN, what do you say we see about getting me out of this hospital bed, so we can maybe talk? I wouldn't mind to explain myself a little bit more, even though we've already gotten a productive encore presentation of how I feel about you."
She smiled, and kissed his gently on the lips. "Alright, I'll go and get Karalynn."
Minerva slid out of the bed, and walked a slow movement towards Karalynn's office. She turned with a seductive smile and looked at Albus before entering the office.
"Lynn?" she walked quietly towards her friend. "The patient is ready to leave the building," she smiled.
Karalynn looked up from a stack of papers that she was looking at. "So did we finally wake up from your little comfortable nap? I really had half a mind to get you out of that bed"
"We weren't doing anything."
"I know...that's the only reason I let you stay, so you must tell me, what happened?"
"Nothing. He woke up, I told him how I felt, he agreed, and in the name of Merlin, he is the world's best kisser!"
Minerva could feel her eyes being searched, she could see the thin outline of a smile on Karalynn's face. "So was I right in letting you stay there overnight? Or was that a complete mistake?"
"NO, it was just *perfect*."
"Well, then I suppose you want me to release him so that you can...expand on that little perk called a kiss?"
"Not exactly. We're going to talk, and in anycase, we need to leave before Greg wakes up...I don't want any confrontation yet."
"Oh no...he'll be out cold for another hour or two. I boosted his potion three watts, just so that I wouldn't have to handle him! No, go ahead. Just be careful with his nose. I checked him over while you were sleeping...he'll be fine."
Minerva nodded. "Anything else?"
"Actually yes, Minerva...I would like to make a point in saying, once Greg finds out, no matter what kind of an idiot he is, he WILL be fuming once he knows what happened. I wouldn't be left alone. A lunatic like that preys on moments when the hunt is alone."
"Are we suddenly on a study?" she said sarcastically, "Alright, I'll makesure and stay safe. See you at dinner."
Minerva left the room, and walked over to Albus who was propped up on the bed, awaiting his release. "And?"
"We're free..." she whispered, and she kissed him gently on the lips. "Come on, let's go."
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"...and I looked everywhere, you come to tell me that you were in HOGSMEADE the whole time?" Albus said with a growl.
"Yes, I was in Hogsmeade, getting my gift for my secret santa."
Albus looked down on her, a smile creeping along his face. "So what did you get me Min? Anything special?"
She looked up at him in surprise. "What makes you think I got you anything?"
"I know many of your secrets Minerva McGonagall, one being that you drew me for the secret santa. I am aware of what I said about not asking, or telling, but you know, I am too tired of hiding everything I think when I'm around you. It gets old after a while," he squeezed her hand gently as they strolled down the corridor. "Where are we going anyway?"
"Well I was thinking we were heading towards your room, so that you could maybe get nursed a little, but I would imagine you're tired of being in a bed. Truly, it makes no difference to me."
"I suppose the day is still young. Perhaps you wouldn't mind making a snowman, or some other childish 'venture?
"Alright. But we'll need to go and get gloves and the whole lot. I wouldn't want one of us to be back in the hospital wing because of frost bite."
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"Hey James, look at the house points! We're up thirty," hissed Sirius Black, "Do you know what that's about?"
"No," James said simply, quite obviously, he hadn't told.
Sirius looked at him. "You know, you've been awfully quiet these past few days, what's eating you?"
"Nothing."
"Come on Prongs, tell dear old Padfoot. I won't tell...did Lily finally say yes?"
"No, she rejected me completely, AGAIN, and I can't tell."
"Why not?"
"Because...because if I do, then the house points will be taken away."
"So you're the one! Ha! Alright, what's going on?"
"I can't tell."
"Okay, then I'll guess. That wouldn't be telling, now would it?"
"I suppose. Alright, ask away."
"Did this thing take place 2 days ago?"
"Yes."
"Did it involve Peeves? You said you talked to him."
"Kind of. Not really though."
"Does it have anything to do with...one of us?"
"NO."
"Ghosts?"
"NO."
"Students?"
"NO."
"Teachers?"
"Yes."
"TEACHERS? Hmmmmm..." he brought his hand thoughtfully to his chin, "McGonagall?"
"Yes."
"Flitwick"
"NO!"
"Dumbledore?"
"Not really."
"Madame Mianno?"
"No."
"Talaris?"
"Yes."
"Tell me it isn't what I think it is," he shook his head, "are they dating?"
"Worse."
"Worse?! What could be worse than dating?"
"You don't want to know. Just drop it."
"Make a note to yourself, the moment you hide something from me, is the moment the world comes to an end."
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"You want the same pair of gloves Albus?"
"Um...sure." He stared at Minerva, he couldn't help himself. This time, he had won. Won everything he could ever hope. 'All that's left is to buy her a ring...I know just when to give that to her.' "Minerva?"
"Hmmm?" She looked up at him, batting her eyes apprehensively.
He stared a few seconds...he couldn't ever not get up in her. She was just staring at him, those beautiful dark green eyes just implanting themselves into his memory bank. He stared so long, he forgot what he was going to say. And what do all men do? Improvise.
"Do you...want to go to my room for some hot chocolate, after the outting? Or right now even would be nice."
She walked over to him, with that seductive walk, he could feel his heart race. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and stared up at him for a few seconds. "That depends."
"On what?"
"If it's just hot chocolate you're talking about, or something more. I won't pretend that I haven't heard some crummy pick up lines, yours isn't far from a few of them."
"What does hot chocolate hurt Miss Minnie?"
"Miss Minnie? Are we already coming up with pet names for eachother?" she purred.
He stared, and stared. He had worked so hard to get to this moment, the moment to confess, to see her smile on his behalf. He couldn't ruin it, but she was just turning her head just right, and batting her eyes to her hearts content. All he could spit out was the simple phrase, "You're very beautiful Minerva."
"Am I? That's one I haven't heard in oh, about thirty hours."
"No, really. I could stare at you all day."
"Be quiet," he pushed her finger to his lips, "you're making me sound as if I'm some painting or something."
"You are. Your image is permanantly implanted in the crevices of my brain." He lifted her chin to face him more. "You're the most perfect picture I've ever come across, I'm not about to let this go."
"What go? We've hardly ever done anything yet."
"Care to play?"
"Play what?"
"I call it tag, you can call it what you want," he said quietly. He couldn't help himself, he needed her to be there with him. They needed a moment, before it all went to shreds. He lowered his head gently, and kissed her softly. There was no fantasy 'they lived happily ever after', but it wasn't nearly as conventional as their first...somehow this one seemed to be so gentle, but so violent; well, not violent, perhaps passionate.
They departed with one another, Albus held on to her waist tightly, not wanting her to make a decision to get away from him as quickly as possible. "Albus," she whispered with the 'stern' hint in her voice, "hot chocolate sounds nice. But not now...I've got too much on my mind."
His grip on her lessened. She was right, as always, but why couldn't he get the special treatment Greg had gotten? For a moment, the thought of how her neck must taste came across his mind. Her perfume was nothing of lilac or lavender, more like maple...something nice and sweet. He swallowed, hard. "So which is first? Snow, or hot chocolate?"
"Hot chocolate. Then snow. Then maybe hot chocolate again," she smiled. "Now let's get out of here, this room is starting to feel cold."
"Of course my dear," he reached out his hand, and she laced her fingers through his. They were just about to the door, when a knock came. Well, perhaps not a knock, more like a demand.
"Minerva! Dumbledore! I know you're in there! Get out here before I blow the bloody door to shreds!
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happy? sad? Angry? Well, our fave couple is together, but obviously...all is not well!
hmmmm...several of you asked about a wedding last chapter. Quite honestly, the concept of a wedding had never come across my mind. But also, as is obvious, I DO hope to end this with Dumbledore giving her a ring.
Ahh...and we re-visited James, just like I had said. Of course...whether or not it ever comes out is still to be discovered!
Okay, thank you thank you thank you to the following reviewers, you've been great!
***Mini Minerva
***Chicken13
***Isabelle3
***Princesswitch
***Palanfanaiel
&
***Jestana [quite honestly, im not sure where I got the nose thing...i probably did read it something or other from you!]
again, thanx!