oh no! haha, I can't believe I did that! Jestana, quite right of you to say it. When I was writing this, I was in somewhat of a hurry. :-\. I know petrificus totallis isn't the leg locker curse...IT'S THE FULL BODY BIND CURSE! oh wowie! I'm such a dummy! im sorry:'(, I appologize.
I've changed the previous chapter, though I doubt any of you have taken the time to re-read it.
um...yes, me thinks I have decided that I can finish this by Christmas, although I may need to go to 4 chapters a week, instead of 3! And, also, I have come to my conclusion about the wedding/sequel. But I'll wait until the last chapter to inform you of it!
Some of you um...stated that it was rather odd of Greg to be trialed to be sent to Azkaban, while Albus was the one to do the Forbidden Curse. I do understand it's a bit awkward...but maybe you could look forward to an appearance of Greg sometime in the near future? [hint, hint] :-D
ALRIGHTY PEOPLES, IF YOU HAVE NOT READ ANY OF THESE, THIS IS THE ONE TO READ! AFTER THIS CHAPTER, THE RATING IS GOING TO PG13! I AM GETTING WAY TOO UNCOMFORTABLE ABOUT LEAVING IT IN THIS RATING, SO IT IS BEING MOVED UP! I'M NOT SAYING IT WILL GET ANY WORSE OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT, BUT IT'S MAKING FEEL VERY VERY VERY UNCOMFORTABLE. COMPRENDE?
*Alright, well, now, on with the mushy stuff*
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Three Days: Snowmen
Minerva's eyes fluttered open, and she stared at her surroundings. The room was filled with pictures upon pictures of ministry officials and her beloved. There was book upon book infront of her; but best of all, if she were to simply make a 90 degree turn, there he would be. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, as she turned her body to face him.
He was still sleeping, sleeping like a baby, his hand lay gently over her waist. "Albus," she whispered softly, "Albus,it's nearly eleven."
She watched as his body came to life slowly. He scrunched his eyes together, and opened them with a tired face. He blinked a few times and stared at her, "Min, it's bad to wake me up when I'm in a good dream."
"I'm sorry," she kissed the tip of his nose gently, "but I figured that by eleven one should be up, even if we had been up 'til about four. You should have had enough energy to get up by now."
"Of course Miss Minnie," he grinned.
"Albus, if it's any consolation to the fact that you can't sleep, I can't move."
"Meaning what?"
"My muscles are too tight...perhaps you could loosen them for me?"
He smiled, and came as close as possible to her warm body, and kissed her. He planted a few open mouthed kisses on her neck, and looked at her. "You understand Minerva, that someone is going to come looking for us. We'll probably get caught."
"Fine," she whispered, "then why don't we go outside and freeze? We can build a snowman like we were going to yesterday."
He rolled to one side, rather dramatically. "ALWAYS THE SNOW! WHY THE SNOW?"
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Minerva and Albus strolled as professionally as possible towards the Great Hall. They needed to make an entrance, no matter how much neither of them wished to see anybody but eachother. They both went to the staff table, and sat at their normal chairs next to one another. There were several students that stared at them...actually, it seemed like the whole school. Minerva was the first to notice...she turned her head quickly, and stared at Gryffindor's house points, the points were still there, but why was everyone looking at them so oddly?
"Albus," she said slowly.
"Yes my dear?"
"Why is everyone looking at us so strangely?"
"Who knows. Maybe they've finally seen us for the first time today?"
She scowled at him, with a severe look in her eyes. "Don't get all cute with me. That's my job. Now, hurry up and eat, I don't want to be looked at is if they're the vultures and I'm the fallen prey."
"Nope," he picked up a finger sandwich, and popped it in his mouth, "that's your job too."
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Minerva and Albus walked quietly towards the black forest. They hadn't wanted to be noticed, they were finally alone. They weren't about to mess that up, well, not just yet anyhow.
They found a spot, just infront of the deep thicket that was perfect for making snowmen. The snow lay untouched, for it had apparently fallen over the evening, it was as soft as could be.
Minerva threw her body into the snow, and lay flat on her back.
"My dear Minerva, what ARE you doing?"
"You of all people should know that I'm making a snow angel," she smiled, as she waved her hands over the smooth snow.
"Am I aloud to watch you? Or am I supposed to throw myself on the ground too and make an ugly little snow person?"
"Do what you want," she closed her eyes, and moved slowly, implanted her hands and feet upon the ground, "but I'm going to make a snow angel. If you wish, you can make a snowman. Perhaps we could jinx it or something?"
"You know Min, I don't like it when you don't make eye contact with me. It's very uncomfortable."
"What's your point?"
He stared at her. He was obviously no longer the center of attention. He made a wicked smile, a thought coming across his mind. "So are you just going to freeze down on the ground, while I bury my hands in the snow?"
"I suppose," she opened her eyes, and smiled, "don't get any ideas Albus Dumbledore."
"Too late," he smiled, "but for now, I shall refrain from my thoughts."
He walked a few meters away, and began piling the snow ontop of more snow. He was very much aware of Minerva who had propped herself up from the snow to stare at him. He'd spent enough time with her to know she couldn't resist an intrigue. He smiled inspite of himself, as he piled the snow. 'Just a little bit more, and we have ourself a good snowball fight,' he smiled. His gloved hands fell over a clump of snow, and he shaped it into a ball...of course, Minerva couldn't see it, the pile was infront of it.
"Albus?"
"Yes Min?"
"What are you doing?"
"I would have thought of all people," he stood up, with the snow in his hands, "you Minerva, would know what a snowball is!" he cried out, as he threw the snow towards her.
"Albus Dumbledore!" She screamed as she stood up from her spot. Her back was already wet from the snow, unfortunately, a whole clump of whiteness surrounded the front of her green robes. "I am going to kill you, you idiot!"
She ran right for him, not even bothering to grab snow, she pushed him right into his pile of snow. She pinned him to the ground as best she could, knowing all too well she wasn't nearly as strong as he was; but he made no objections. "So Min, are you aware of the term eskimo kiss?"
"Yes," she stared at him apprehensively, "why?"
"Because this is nothing like it," he shifted his weight quickly, until she was pinned to the ground. A playful look was in Minerva's eyes, he had found it out early on into last night. One wasn't about to forget that look anytime soon. "So do we want to make snow angels, or are you going to cooperate with a snowball fight?"
"You," she whispered, "are impossible."
"I'm also the person that you love, so how is that my dear girl?"
"I say your on," she smiled, and mustered all the strength she had to be back on her stomach. She immediately grabbed what was left of the snow pile, and threw the tiny specs of ice at him. He turned his head, just enough to hit him, and just enough to let her get away. She ran towards the forest to make her own little fortress of snow. She piled it quickly as best she could, and clumped it into her gloves. She held it up, ready to throw...but where was Albus?
She looked around, he wasn't anywhere. She breathed in deeply. "Albus?"
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she screamed loudly. Was that snow down her robes!? She turned around, she was shivering. "A-a-lbus, get y-your toosh over here before I-I-I kick you so hard you w-won't be a-a-ab-able to m-m-move for a, a week!"
Immediately, he appeared infront of her. "Have I won?"
"Don't do that! I-i-it's bad e-enough th-that I have t-t-t-to get c-cold, but y-you don't n-need to d-d-d-do that disa-disapp-disappear-ing charm! I-it's unfair!"
"Ahhh," he came close to her, and wrapped his warm arms around her, "but life is unfair. You of all people-"
"D-d-don't you DARE push me!" she shivered
"I wasn't," he laughed, "oh Min, I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist. Do you want to go to the castle? We can go and get warm."
"We've o-only been here for a-a-a f--f-few minutes."
"Here," he pulled off his outter set of robes, "put this over you, it'll keep you warm."
"B-b-ut won't y-y-you be c-c-c-c-cold?"
"More than likely, but we wouldn't want you to be getting cold when Christmas is so close."
"But w-w-what ab-about you?"
"I'll be fine. Come here, I'll warm you up. I'll stop with the snow." He opened his arms for her to cuddle next to him. She pushed her body close to him, so close, he could smell her scent as clear as day. He smiled, such a fragile person sometimes, when she was so independent other times.
"Min?" he whispered, as she shook and rattled in his arms.
"Y-y-yes?"
"Try not to shiver. It'll make you colder. Try to stay still, I'll get you warm through the use of friction."
She looked up at him with a glare, as if to say, 'what's that supposed to mean?' "Shhhh, don't worry, it's nothing bad. Min, you didn't by any chance bring your wand out with you, did you?"
"Um...n-no. I-I-I knew that we w--would end up up pushing eachother or s-s-some-th-thing, so I left it in the r-room."
Albus chuckled, quite ironic really.
"W-what are y-y-ou laughing at?"
"Great minds think alike Minerva, great minds think alike."
"S-s-so y-y-y-you d-d-did-n't brrrring yours either?"
"I'm sorry Min. I thought with my luck I'd end up snapping it in halves."
"Y-y-ou moron."
"Hey, what did I say about shivering Little Miss Minnie? Try to stay still."
"H-h-h-ow c-c-c-c-can I stay st-till when there's water all over m-me in w-w-w-w-w-win-tttter"
He sighed. "I suppose it is my fault. Tell you what, tomorrow, if you're not sick by then, we'll come out here and you can throw as many snowballs as you want at me, and make me shiver for the rest of the day, okay?"
"A-a-a-re we l-lea-v-ing?"
"Yes. I can't have you sick for Christmas. Regardless of the fact that-,"
"Albus...can we talk later? I-I-I-'m c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-cold."
"Yes Min, come," he didn't particularly want to wait for her approval. He grabbed towards the bottom of her knees, and enveloped her into his arms as if she were a baby, perhaps even more like the way a prince carries his new bride to their kingdom. She wrapped her arms around him, and smiled at him. "A-albus?"
"Yes?"
"Th-thank you."
"You're welcome. Now let's get you warm. And Min, I give you permission to call me any violent name you wish, I shouldn't have done that...sometimes, I just don't think."
"A-a-lright, y-y-ou a-a-a-are a t-t-total and c-com-plete i-idiot, b-but I-I love y-y-you anyway."
He looked down on her, and smiled. 'Yes, she's getting a ring on Christmas. I just hope she isn't sick tonight, I need to go and buy it.'
I've changed the previous chapter, though I doubt any of you have taken the time to re-read it.
um...yes, me thinks I have decided that I can finish this by Christmas, although I may need to go to 4 chapters a week, instead of 3! And, also, I have come to my conclusion about the wedding/sequel. But I'll wait until the last chapter to inform you of it!
Some of you um...stated that it was rather odd of Greg to be trialed to be sent to Azkaban, while Albus was the one to do the Forbidden Curse. I do understand it's a bit awkward...but maybe you could look forward to an appearance of Greg sometime in the near future? [hint, hint] :-D
ALRIGHTY PEOPLES, IF YOU HAVE NOT READ ANY OF THESE, THIS IS THE ONE TO READ! AFTER THIS CHAPTER, THE RATING IS GOING TO PG13! I AM GETTING WAY TOO UNCOMFORTABLE ABOUT LEAVING IT IN THIS RATING, SO IT IS BEING MOVED UP! I'M NOT SAYING IT WILL GET ANY WORSE OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT, BUT IT'S MAKING FEEL VERY VERY VERY UNCOMFORTABLE. COMPRENDE?
*Alright, well, now, on with the mushy stuff*
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Three Days: Snowmen
Minerva's eyes fluttered open, and she stared at her surroundings. The room was filled with pictures upon pictures of ministry officials and her beloved. There was book upon book infront of her; but best of all, if she were to simply make a 90 degree turn, there he would be. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, as she turned her body to face him.
He was still sleeping, sleeping like a baby, his hand lay gently over her waist. "Albus," she whispered softly, "Albus,it's nearly eleven."
She watched as his body came to life slowly. He scrunched his eyes together, and opened them with a tired face. He blinked a few times and stared at her, "Min, it's bad to wake me up when I'm in a good dream."
"I'm sorry," she kissed the tip of his nose gently, "but I figured that by eleven one should be up, even if we had been up 'til about four. You should have had enough energy to get up by now."
"Of course Miss Minnie," he grinned.
"Albus, if it's any consolation to the fact that you can't sleep, I can't move."
"Meaning what?"
"My muscles are too tight...perhaps you could loosen them for me?"
He smiled, and came as close as possible to her warm body, and kissed her. He planted a few open mouthed kisses on her neck, and looked at her. "You understand Minerva, that someone is going to come looking for us. We'll probably get caught."
"Fine," she whispered, "then why don't we go outside and freeze? We can build a snowman like we were going to yesterday."
He rolled to one side, rather dramatically. "ALWAYS THE SNOW! WHY THE SNOW?"
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Minerva and Albus strolled as professionally as possible towards the Great Hall. They needed to make an entrance, no matter how much neither of them wished to see anybody but eachother. They both went to the staff table, and sat at their normal chairs next to one another. There were several students that stared at them...actually, it seemed like the whole school. Minerva was the first to notice...she turned her head quickly, and stared at Gryffindor's house points, the points were still there, but why was everyone looking at them so oddly?
"Albus," she said slowly.
"Yes my dear?"
"Why is everyone looking at us so strangely?"
"Who knows. Maybe they've finally seen us for the first time today?"
She scowled at him, with a severe look in her eyes. "Don't get all cute with me. That's my job. Now, hurry up and eat, I don't want to be looked at is if they're the vultures and I'm the fallen prey."
"Nope," he picked up a finger sandwich, and popped it in his mouth, "that's your job too."
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Minerva and Albus walked quietly towards the black forest. They hadn't wanted to be noticed, they were finally alone. They weren't about to mess that up, well, not just yet anyhow.
They found a spot, just infront of the deep thicket that was perfect for making snowmen. The snow lay untouched, for it had apparently fallen over the evening, it was as soft as could be.
Minerva threw her body into the snow, and lay flat on her back.
"My dear Minerva, what ARE you doing?"
"You of all people should know that I'm making a snow angel," she smiled, as she waved her hands over the smooth snow.
"Am I aloud to watch you? Or am I supposed to throw myself on the ground too and make an ugly little snow person?"
"Do what you want," she closed her eyes, and moved slowly, implanted her hands and feet upon the ground, "but I'm going to make a snow angel. If you wish, you can make a snowman. Perhaps we could jinx it or something?"
"You know Min, I don't like it when you don't make eye contact with me. It's very uncomfortable."
"What's your point?"
He stared at her. He was obviously no longer the center of attention. He made a wicked smile, a thought coming across his mind. "So are you just going to freeze down on the ground, while I bury my hands in the snow?"
"I suppose," she opened her eyes, and smiled, "don't get any ideas Albus Dumbledore."
"Too late," he smiled, "but for now, I shall refrain from my thoughts."
He walked a few meters away, and began piling the snow ontop of more snow. He was very much aware of Minerva who had propped herself up from the snow to stare at him. He'd spent enough time with her to know she couldn't resist an intrigue. He smiled inspite of himself, as he piled the snow. 'Just a little bit more, and we have ourself a good snowball fight,' he smiled. His gloved hands fell over a clump of snow, and he shaped it into a ball...of course, Minerva couldn't see it, the pile was infront of it.
"Albus?"
"Yes Min?"
"What are you doing?"
"I would have thought of all people," he stood up, with the snow in his hands, "you Minerva, would know what a snowball is!" he cried out, as he threw the snow towards her.
"Albus Dumbledore!" She screamed as she stood up from her spot. Her back was already wet from the snow, unfortunately, a whole clump of whiteness surrounded the front of her green robes. "I am going to kill you, you idiot!"
She ran right for him, not even bothering to grab snow, she pushed him right into his pile of snow. She pinned him to the ground as best she could, knowing all too well she wasn't nearly as strong as he was; but he made no objections. "So Min, are you aware of the term eskimo kiss?"
"Yes," she stared at him apprehensively, "why?"
"Because this is nothing like it," he shifted his weight quickly, until she was pinned to the ground. A playful look was in Minerva's eyes, he had found it out early on into last night. One wasn't about to forget that look anytime soon. "So do we want to make snow angels, or are you going to cooperate with a snowball fight?"
"You," she whispered, "are impossible."
"I'm also the person that you love, so how is that my dear girl?"
"I say your on," she smiled, and mustered all the strength she had to be back on her stomach. She immediately grabbed what was left of the snow pile, and threw the tiny specs of ice at him. He turned his head, just enough to hit him, and just enough to let her get away. She ran towards the forest to make her own little fortress of snow. She piled it quickly as best she could, and clumped it into her gloves. She held it up, ready to throw...but where was Albus?
She looked around, he wasn't anywhere. She breathed in deeply. "Albus?"
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she screamed loudly. Was that snow down her robes!? She turned around, she was shivering. "A-a-lbus, get y-your toosh over here before I-I-I kick you so hard you w-won't be a-a-ab-able to m-m-move for a, a week!"
Immediately, he appeared infront of her. "Have I won?"
"Don't do that! I-i-it's bad e-enough th-that I have t-t-t-to get c-cold, but y-you don't n-need to d-d-d-do that disa-disapp-disappear-ing charm! I-it's unfair!"
"Ahhh," he came close to her, and wrapped his warm arms around her, "but life is unfair. You of all people-"
"D-d-don't you DARE push me!" she shivered
"I wasn't," he laughed, "oh Min, I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist. Do you want to go to the castle? We can go and get warm."
"We've o-only been here for a-a-a f--f-few minutes."
"Here," he pulled off his outter set of robes, "put this over you, it'll keep you warm."
"B-b-ut won't y-y-you be c-c-c-c-cold?"
"More than likely, but we wouldn't want you to be getting cold when Christmas is so close."
"But w-w-what ab-about you?"
"I'll be fine. Come here, I'll warm you up. I'll stop with the snow." He opened his arms for her to cuddle next to him. She pushed her body close to him, so close, he could smell her scent as clear as day. He smiled, such a fragile person sometimes, when she was so independent other times.
"Min?" he whispered, as she shook and rattled in his arms.
"Y-y-yes?"
"Try not to shiver. It'll make you colder. Try to stay still, I'll get you warm through the use of friction."
She looked up at him with a glare, as if to say, 'what's that supposed to mean?' "Shhhh, don't worry, it's nothing bad. Min, you didn't by any chance bring your wand out with you, did you?"
"Um...n-no. I-I-I knew that we w--would end up up pushing eachother or s-s-some-th-thing, so I left it in the r-room."
Albus chuckled, quite ironic really.
"W-what are y-y-ou laughing at?"
"Great minds think alike Minerva, great minds think alike."
"S-s-so y-y-y-you d-d-did-n't brrrring yours either?"
"I'm sorry Min. I thought with my luck I'd end up snapping it in halves."
"Y-y-ou moron."
"Hey, what did I say about shivering Little Miss Minnie? Try to stay still."
"H-h-h-ow c-c-c-c-can I stay st-till when there's water all over m-me in w-w-w-w-w-win-tttter"
He sighed. "I suppose it is my fault. Tell you what, tomorrow, if you're not sick by then, we'll come out here and you can throw as many snowballs as you want at me, and make me shiver for the rest of the day, okay?"
"A-a-a-re we l-lea-v-ing?"
"Yes. I can't have you sick for Christmas. Regardless of the fact that-,"
"Albus...can we talk later? I-I-I-'m c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-cold."
"Yes Min, come," he didn't particularly want to wait for her approval. He grabbed towards the bottom of her knees, and enveloped her into his arms as if she were a baby, perhaps even more like the way a prince carries his new bride to their kingdom. She wrapped her arms around him, and smiled at him. "A-albus?"
"Yes?"
"Th-thank you."
"You're welcome. Now let's get you warm. And Min, I give you permission to call me any violent name you wish, I shouldn't have done that...sometimes, I just don't think."
"A-a-lright, y-y-ou a-a-a-are a t-t-total and c-com-plete i-idiot, b-but I-I love y-y-you anyway."
He looked down on her, and smiled. 'Yes, she's getting a ring on Christmas. I just hope she isn't sick tonight, I need to go and buy it.'