Chapter 4:

How stupid can you be

Ai… someone we all know has an apology to make… (grins widely) Let's put them out of there misery…

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Minerva was left in the corridor, trembling at her feet. 'How dare he?', she muttered furiously, walking back to her office. 'I will never speak to him again. I will actually never speak to him again! Why is he acting so strange and why won't he tell me what is the matter?' Then she felt the tears beginning to form in her eyes. When she saw Susan appearing from behind the corner she was unable to hide them.

'Minerva, what's the matter?' Susan asked worried.

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Meanwhile Albus was fighting hard to suppress the urge to throw his belongings through his office. 'Why is she doing this to me?' he yelled at one of his paintings.

'You know dear, I think...'one of the paintings starts.

'I didn't ask for an answere!' Albus growled back, slumping down on one of his chairs.

Half an hour later he heard a loud knock on the door. 'Enter', he called out grumpily. To his surprise he saw Susan entering with a very read head. 'Albus', she said in a brisk voice, you and I need to talk'. She sat down on the opposite and glared directly at him. 'I want to hear everything!'

'…and then I heard you and Minerva talk and then I realised that I had lost her. That she had found someone else. And this morning we had a major fight in the hall', Albus concludes his story.

Susan was looking at him disbelievingly. 'Oh shit', she said

'What?' Albus asked, still moodily.

'You are even dumber than I am', Susan exclaimed.

'Excuse me?' Albus asked, completely taken aback.

'We were talking about you, you crackpot old fool!' Susan explained.

Albus couldn't believe his ears. 'Really?'

'Who else?' Susan asked, shaking her head, 'When you two gave each other that Christmas-hug-kiss- sort of thing, both of your feet popped up. That's how I knew'.

'Well… maybe that theory isn't so ridiculous after all', Albus said grinning.

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Minerva stood in front of her third-year students. 'I want you to finish your essay before next week', she said, before the bell rang. She sat down behind her desk again, listening to the students commenting about their homework. When the last student left the classroom she heard him say. 'Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore'. Then she heard Albus voice and the student replying, 'yes, she is still inside'.

Oh no, she thought desperately, I'm not in the mood for this. She pushed her chair back and tried to hide below her desk.

The moment Albus entered the room he saw her duck below the desk. Trying to hide a smile he said, 'don't bother, I've already saw you Minerva'.

Minerva felt a blush covering her face when she stood up. 'I... I dropped something', she stammered.

Albus moved towards the desk. 'I believe I owe you an apology', he said softly, 'I was wrong and I am sorry'.  Unable to meet his eyes, Minerva moved some papers around on her desk. 'That's al right, thank you', she answered quietly, 'but why did you acted so... strange?'

Albus cleared his throat. 'I thought I lost you'.

'What?' Minerva said, knocking a pile of books from her desk.

Hastily she bend down to pick up the books. Albus did the same thing. Not a very wise move, because when Minerva stood up again, she accidentally slammed a book in his face

'Ouch!' Albus moaned.

'Oh shit!' Minerva exclaimed.

Albus forgot about his painful face and looked at her in shock. 'Did you just say...'

'No, I said… sorry', Minerva covered hastily.

'All right', Albus said grinning, placing the books back on her desk.

An awkward silence filled the room.

'Are you all right?' Minerva asked softly. 'Maybe you should go to the Hospital Wing'.

Albus shook his head. 'That won't be necessary', he reassured her, 'besides, Poppy would be very shocked indeed if I told her that you'd hit me with a book'. Minerva smiled.

Looking straight in her eyes, Albus said, 'I behaved like an idiot'.

'A little', Minerva nodded.

'A big idiot', Albus continued, smiling for a moment. 'But it's just... I...I care...about... you...so...I just... I...

Minerva felt that her face turned red again. 'I care a lot about you too', she began.

'Exactly', Albus smiled, 'That's what I... what I wanted... to say'.

'And... I... want', Minerva continued to stammer, but Albus thought to himself, this is getting too long-winded. Closing the distant between them he took her face in his hand and kissed her.

While returning his kiss, Minerva felt her feet pop up. 'I love him', she thought happily.

The End.

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