Here's another chapter already! Yay! I can't believe how fast this is
coming out! Much faster than any of the Ron/Hermione stories I've done.
Wow. I want to thank Isabelle3 for reviewing not only this story, but my
other two AD/MM fics. Thank you so much, I really appreciate it! I'm
looking forward to seeing any other reviews you may write about my story.
You'll find out what Minerva's reaction to him reading her journal is at
the end. Of course, by the time you read this chapter, you will have read
the second chapter, which means you will know that he reads more then just
that little bit, lol. Stay tuned!
Chapter Three
You Will Most
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Once they got to the Great Hall, they sat down in their appointed seats right beside each other. Minerva sighed. 'Here we go again,' she thought, 'another dinner feeling left out.'
After Albus made his nightly speech, he sat down again. He turned to talk to Minerva but Gwenda Sinistra stopped him.
"The stars were beautiful last night, weren't they Albus?" Albus heard Minerva sigh beside him and stab viciously at her fish.
He felt a little irritated. "Oh yes, of course. Excuse me, Professor." He turned back to Minerva. Gwenda looked slightly offended, but she soon got over it. Albus watched Minerva as she ate. She gazed over the heads of the students, and seemed to be lost in her thoughts. Then she blinked. Almost as if she felt he was watching her, she turned her head and looked at him.
"Yes Albus?"
He smiled. "I meant what I said about your hair Minerva."
She rolled her eyes. "I believe you Albus." Then with an attempt at conversation, she asked, "how is your dinner?"
Albus looked at his plate. He hadn't even touched his food. "I'm not feeling very hungry tonight," he said.
"Too bad," Minerva commented. "The fish is excellent tonight."
Albus made a face. "I don't like fish."
Minerva stared at him in disbelief. "You don't like fish. How can you not like fish? Everybody likes some sort of seafood!"
"I beg your pardon," said Albus, "but everybody does not. I don't." He poked at her fish with his fork. "Ew."
"Have you ever even tried fish?" Minerva asked him.
"Yes of course I have."
"Do you like shrimp?"
"No!" He answered. "I don't like seafood period."
"What about freshwater fish?" Minerva pressed.
"What's the difference? They're all fish. And they're all disgusting."
Minerva shook her head. "I never knew."
Albus smiled at her, his eyes twinkling. "I don't know how you can stand eating fish." He was having lots of fun talking with her.
She laughed. "I think fish are delicious. I didn't think anybody could not like fish. I have to find out who else likes fish. I'm going to take a poll!"
He raised an eyebrow. "A poll?"
"Yes, a poll." She took a piece of parchment out of her pocket. "Do you happen to have a quill on you?"
He searched his pockets. "No, no quill. I do have some lemon drops though. Would you like one?"
He offered it to her. She stared at the lemon drop then looked into his face. "No that's all right. Lemon drops and fish wouldn't taste very good together, I'm afraid."
Albus made a face again. "Yes, you're right, the fish would perfectly ruin the flavor of the lemon drop."
She just shook her head, amused. She found out that Filius Flitwick had a quill, and she proceeded to ask everyone at the teacher's table whether they liked fish or not. When she was done, she looked at the parchment. "See, look Albus! Everybody at this table likes some kind of fish, except for you!"
"Yes, well I'm sure you're the only one at this table who likes toothpaste flavored Bertie Bott's beans my dear," he said, naming one of her favorite sweets.
He looked into her eyes, and she looked back, her smile frozen on her face. Time seemed to stand still as they sat there, looking at each other. They searched each others eyes, and there seemed to be no one else but themselves. Minerva's breath caught. He was studying her so intently, as if he knew something she didn't.
"Would you like a roll, my dear?" Filius asked Rolanda, offering her the basket of rolls.
Albus and Minerva started. They turned away from each other, not sure what had just happened. Minerva sneaked a look at Albus while cutting another bite of her now cold fish. He seemed very flustered.
After dinner they headed apart seperately, for their rooms. They hadn't said anything for the rest of the dinner, but they'd shot furtive looks at each other frequently. Minerva wanted to hurry up to her rooms to write down the days events in her journal. When she reached her rooms she hurriedly opened her nighttable drawer to take out her journal. It wasn't there. 'Where can it be?' She thought. She searched her whole room, looking in her dresser drawers, on top of her wardrobe, under her bed...She didn't see it anywhere. 'It must be in my office,' she sighed. 'Oh well. I'll just have to write tomorrow. I need to get to bed.'
Meanwhile, Albus was sitting in his office, utterly confused. 'What happened?' He asked himself for the fifth time. He pulled Minerva's journal out again. 'This is wrong!' He thought again. 'I'll tell her,' he argued with himself, 'when I'm ready I'll tell her what I've done. And of course I'll return it.' He opened the journal again, still guilty. He forgot his guilt though, after reading for a bit.
Chapter Three
You Will Most
@#@#@#@#@#@#@
Once they got to the Great Hall, they sat down in their appointed seats right beside each other. Minerva sighed. 'Here we go again,' she thought, 'another dinner feeling left out.'
After Albus made his nightly speech, he sat down again. He turned to talk to Minerva but Gwenda Sinistra stopped him.
"The stars were beautiful last night, weren't they Albus?" Albus heard Minerva sigh beside him and stab viciously at her fish.
He felt a little irritated. "Oh yes, of course. Excuse me, Professor." He turned back to Minerva. Gwenda looked slightly offended, but she soon got over it. Albus watched Minerva as she ate. She gazed over the heads of the students, and seemed to be lost in her thoughts. Then she blinked. Almost as if she felt he was watching her, she turned her head and looked at him.
"Yes Albus?"
He smiled. "I meant what I said about your hair Minerva."
She rolled her eyes. "I believe you Albus." Then with an attempt at conversation, she asked, "how is your dinner?"
Albus looked at his plate. He hadn't even touched his food. "I'm not feeling very hungry tonight," he said.
"Too bad," Minerva commented. "The fish is excellent tonight."
Albus made a face. "I don't like fish."
Minerva stared at him in disbelief. "You don't like fish. How can you not like fish? Everybody likes some sort of seafood!"
"I beg your pardon," said Albus, "but everybody does not. I don't." He poked at her fish with his fork. "Ew."
"Have you ever even tried fish?" Minerva asked him.
"Yes of course I have."
"Do you like shrimp?"
"No!" He answered. "I don't like seafood period."
"What about freshwater fish?" Minerva pressed.
"What's the difference? They're all fish. And they're all disgusting."
Minerva shook her head. "I never knew."
Albus smiled at her, his eyes twinkling. "I don't know how you can stand eating fish." He was having lots of fun talking with her.
She laughed. "I think fish are delicious. I didn't think anybody could not like fish. I have to find out who else likes fish. I'm going to take a poll!"
He raised an eyebrow. "A poll?"
"Yes, a poll." She took a piece of parchment out of her pocket. "Do you happen to have a quill on you?"
He searched his pockets. "No, no quill. I do have some lemon drops though. Would you like one?"
He offered it to her. She stared at the lemon drop then looked into his face. "No that's all right. Lemon drops and fish wouldn't taste very good together, I'm afraid."
Albus made a face again. "Yes, you're right, the fish would perfectly ruin the flavor of the lemon drop."
She just shook her head, amused. She found out that Filius Flitwick had a quill, and she proceeded to ask everyone at the teacher's table whether they liked fish or not. When she was done, she looked at the parchment. "See, look Albus! Everybody at this table likes some kind of fish, except for you!"
"Yes, well I'm sure you're the only one at this table who likes toothpaste flavored Bertie Bott's beans my dear," he said, naming one of her favorite sweets.
He looked into her eyes, and she looked back, her smile frozen on her face. Time seemed to stand still as they sat there, looking at each other. They searched each others eyes, and there seemed to be no one else but themselves. Minerva's breath caught. He was studying her so intently, as if he knew something she didn't.
"Would you like a roll, my dear?" Filius asked Rolanda, offering her the basket of rolls.
Albus and Minerva started. They turned away from each other, not sure what had just happened. Minerva sneaked a look at Albus while cutting another bite of her now cold fish. He seemed very flustered.
After dinner they headed apart seperately, for their rooms. They hadn't said anything for the rest of the dinner, but they'd shot furtive looks at each other frequently. Minerva wanted to hurry up to her rooms to write down the days events in her journal. When she reached her rooms she hurriedly opened her nighttable drawer to take out her journal. It wasn't there. 'Where can it be?' She thought. She searched her whole room, looking in her dresser drawers, on top of her wardrobe, under her bed...She didn't see it anywhere. 'It must be in my office,' she sighed. 'Oh well. I'll just have to write tomorrow. I need to get to bed.'
Meanwhile, Albus was sitting in his office, utterly confused. 'What happened?' He asked himself for the fifth time. He pulled Minerva's journal out again. 'This is wrong!' He thought again. 'I'll tell her,' he argued with himself, 'when I'm ready I'll tell her what I've done. And of course I'll return it.' He opened the journal again, still guilty. He forgot his guilt though, after reading for a bit.