Chapter Thirteen: You Mean the World
The week passed, then another. People tended to drop in and out of Minerva's quarters, only stopping for a chat during their breaks. Together, everyone within the castle did their best to make Minerva feel more like herself...no matter how far it may look before she really was. Her and Albus gained a trust back, though he never really found out what she was thinking at the time of which she began to ignore him. Minerva eventually saw her children again, and may have had some difficulty at first, but her love seemed to overcome any other emotion. Now today, two weeks later than the miscarriage, her and Albus are getting ready to leave, just for the simple means of getting away, and perhaps a reconnection.
Minerva scavenged through her closet, searching for some reasonable clothes to wear. Although as it seemed, all that was really within her bureau was maternity clothes. "Albus?" she whispered.
Albus came out through the bathroom, and stared at her. She almost felt like smiling for the first time as she saw him standing there. He had a pair of muggle trousers on backwards, along with a shirt that was inside out. He also, seemed to know what a lost cause it was for him to be wearing muggle clothes, his eyes seemed to suggest that he had somewhat given up. "Yes Minerva?"
"Well for starters, I need to buy some more clothes when we get there, and for seconds, you look absolutely ridiculous with that on. Perhaps you should have gone with something less confusing to wear."
"I probably should have, you're right. Would you possibly mind helping me, I haven't a clue which way is forward and which way is back with these things on."
She stared at him, then let out a sigh. "Oh Albus." She walked over towards him, and stared at him closely. Her hands came up to his shoulder, and pulled down one of the trouser straps. "Albus, how on Earth did you even manage to get this on?" she asked quietly
"Gee I don't know. I just kinda walked into it, and there it was. How on Earth can muggles wear these things everyday?"
"It's easy for them. They at least know what they're doing, unlike somebody I know." she said quietly, as the other strap was let loose. "Albus, I'm afraid this shirt will have to come off too. It's inside out."
"Oh. It is, isn't it?" he said as he stared down at the shirt. He smiled at her, she nearly felt provoked to do the same. He lifted off the shirt, revealing his chest. Minerva stared up at him, beginning to gain an urge that hadn't presented itself for quite some time. She felt her heart begin to race, and her breathing became momentarily deep.
He didn't seem to take the slightest note of her sudden change in mood, but redid the shirt, and placed it back upon him. "Better?"
"Yes. Much." she said in a low moan. "Now why don't you attempt to wear those trousers the right way?"
"Lovely idea Min. Care to tell me what is exactly wrong with them?"
"You're wearing them backwards. I don't think the muggles will take very kindly to man who's trousers aren't even worn properly. You know how they are about things like that."
"Sure I do." he stepped out of the trousers, and turned them around. He held them up to himself, showing Minerva. "Is this the right way?"
"Yes...it is." she said quietly. She couldn't help but stare at him, the impulse had been taken away quite a while ago, but here he was, making her heart race, and for no apparent reason.
The trousers went back upon his body, and he stared down at her, obviously a bit confused by her facial expression. "Min, is there something wrong?"
"No. Nothing's wrong. I was just. Oh nevermind. I'm fine. Are we ready to go?"
***************************************The hotel***************************************
Albus and Minerva stepped foot together into a beautifully lit room that contained just about anything imaginable. To the north there was a balcony that had a view of a small stream, which right by it lay a small cafe. To the East, there was a door that led to a spacious bedroom with all the lengthy hotel accomodations. Also, to the West, there was a small bar, that had a few bottles of wine, as well as gin.
"It's beautiful." Minerva said quietly. "Absolutely beautiful."
"Yes, I agree. Perhaps we should unpack, then you and I can go and get a bite to eat, I don't think I've had a decent meal for ages."
"Yes. Let's unpack."
They both walked into the bedroom, and beemed at the fabulous room. The bed was large, the room was gigantic, and perhaps catching Minerva's eye more than Albus's, in the corner there lay unconcealed bathtub; it looked nearly six feet wide, and five feet long.
It didn't take them long to unpack, not long at all. They were rather limited on what they could bring, leaving probably 10 outfits between the two of them. "So where would you like to go Little Miss Minni?"
She stared at him closely. She hadn't heard that name in a long time, a very long time. "I'm not hungry."
"I don't care what you say, you're starting to become a stick. You're eating, and that's my final word. Now, where do you want to go?"
"I want to stay here. I don't want to go anywhere. I think, I think I want to get used to the room first."
"Would you like me to see about room service?"
"What?"
"It's where they bring food to you. The hotel employees do it."
"Yes, that's fine. Might I uh...take a nap?"
"Of course Miss Minni. You're welcome to it. I'll see about some food. It will take a while before they have a chance to get here. What would you like?"
"Anything. Whatever you're having." She walked over to the bed, and pulled the covers over her body, obviously feeling that those words were the end of the conversation. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, infact Albus hadn't really noticed it until after he had ordered the food from downstairs.
He stared down at her, as she silently slept. She had come so far since that fateful day two weeks ago. She had calmed down, her speech wasn't too grand, but she spoke to more people than she had originally. She starting teaching again only after a week, even if it had really been notes on the chalk board to copy down the whole lesson. And now...here she lay, sleeping, being the beautiful, sensational woman that she was.
"God I miss you." he said quietly to her, knowing that she couldn't hear him. "I really do hope that we get this all turned around. That you and I are able to have a decent husband wife relationship. I really do love you." he leaned down over towards her, and kissed her gently on the lips. He stared back down on her for a second or two. Her eyes seemed to flicker open after a few seconds, and she stared into his eyes.
"Albus...do you mean that?" she asked quietly
"Of course I do. You're my Minni, how could I not?"
"I don't know it's only a question."
"Perhaps you should think about what answers are to come from your questions. You mean the world to me."
"You also to me." she said quietly, she clutched his hand, and pulled him down to lay beside her. His hands fell over her stomach, and his head beside her neck...
The week passed, then another. People tended to drop in and out of Minerva's quarters, only stopping for a chat during their breaks. Together, everyone within the castle did their best to make Minerva feel more like herself...no matter how far it may look before she really was. Her and Albus gained a trust back, though he never really found out what she was thinking at the time of which she began to ignore him. Minerva eventually saw her children again, and may have had some difficulty at first, but her love seemed to overcome any other emotion. Now today, two weeks later than the miscarriage, her and Albus are getting ready to leave, just for the simple means of getting away, and perhaps a reconnection.
Minerva scavenged through her closet, searching for some reasonable clothes to wear. Although as it seemed, all that was really within her bureau was maternity clothes. "Albus?" she whispered.
Albus came out through the bathroom, and stared at her. She almost felt like smiling for the first time as she saw him standing there. He had a pair of muggle trousers on backwards, along with a shirt that was inside out. He also, seemed to know what a lost cause it was for him to be wearing muggle clothes, his eyes seemed to suggest that he had somewhat given up. "Yes Minerva?"
"Well for starters, I need to buy some more clothes when we get there, and for seconds, you look absolutely ridiculous with that on. Perhaps you should have gone with something less confusing to wear."
"I probably should have, you're right. Would you possibly mind helping me, I haven't a clue which way is forward and which way is back with these things on."
She stared at him, then let out a sigh. "Oh Albus." She walked over towards him, and stared at him closely. Her hands came up to his shoulder, and pulled down one of the trouser straps. "Albus, how on Earth did you even manage to get this on?" she asked quietly
"Gee I don't know. I just kinda walked into it, and there it was. How on Earth can muggles wear these things everyday?"
"It's easy for them. They at least know what they're doing, unlike somebody I know." she said quietly, as the other strap was let loose. "Albus, I'm afraid this shirt will have to come off too. It's inside out."
"Oh. It is, isn't it?" he said as he stared down at the shirt. He smiled at her, she nearly felt provoked to do the same. He lifted off the shirt, revealing his chest. Minerva stared up at him, beginning to gain an urge that hadn't presented itself for quite some time. She felt her heart begin to race, and her breathing became momentarily deep.
He didn't seem to take the slightest note of her sudden change in mood, but redid the shirt, and placed it back upon him. "Better?"
"Yes. Much." she said in a low moan. "Now why don't you attempt to wear those trousers the right way?"
"Lovely idea Min. Care to tell me what is exactly wrong with them?"
"You're wearing them backwards. I don't think the muggles will take very kindly to man who's trousers aren't even worn properly. You know how they are about things like that."
"Sure I do." he stepped out of the trousers, and turned them around. He held them up to himself, showing Minerva. "Is this the right way?"
"Yes...it is." she said quietly. She couldn't help but stare at him, the impulse had been taken away quite a while ago, but here he was, making her heart race, and for no apparent reason.
The trousers went back upon his body, and he stared down at her, obviously a bit confused by her facial expression. "Min, is there something wrong?"
"No. Nothing's wrong. I was just. Oh nevermind. I'm fine. Are we ready to go?"
***************************************The hotel***************************************
Albus and Minerva stepped foot together into a beautifully lit room that contained just about anything imaginable. To the north there was a balcony that had a view of a small stream, which right by it lay a small cafe. To the East, there was a door that led to a spacious bedroom with all the lengthy hotel accomodations. Also, to the West, there was a small bar, that had a few bottles of wine, as well as gin.
"It's beautiful." Minerva said quietly. "Absolutely beautiful."
"Yes, I agree. Perhaps we should unpack, then you and I can go and get a bite to eat, I don't think I've had a decent meal for ages."
"Yes. Let's unpack."
They both walked into the bedroom, and beemed at the fabulous room. The bed was large, the room was gigantic, and perhaps catching Minerva's eye more than Albus's, in the corner there lay unconcealed bathtub; it looked nearly six feet wide, and five feet long.
It didn't take them long to unpack, not long at all. They were rather limited on what they could bring, leaving probably 10 outfits between the two of them. "So where would you like to go Little Miss Minni?"
She stared at him closely. She hadn't heard that name in a long time, a very long time. "I'm not hungry."
"I don't care what you say, you're starting to become a stick. You're eating, and that's my final word. Now, where do you want to go?"
"I want to stay here. I don't want to go anywhere. I think, I think I want to get used to the room first."
"Would you like me to see about room service?"
"What?"
"It's where they bring food to you. The hotel employees do it."
"Yes, that's fine. Might I uh...take a nap?"
"Of course Miss Minni. You're welcome to it. I'll see about some food. It will take a while before they have a chance to get here. What would you like?"
"Anything. Whatever you're having." She walked over to the bed, and pulled the covers over her body, obviously feeling that those words were the end of the conversation. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, infact Albus hadn't really noticed it until after he had ordered the food from downstairs.
He stared down at her, as she silently slept. She had come so far since that fateful day two weeks ago. She had calmed down, her speech wasn't too grand, but she spoke to more people than she had originally. She starting teaching again only after a week, even if it had really been notes on the chalk board to copy down the whole lesson. And now...here she lay, sleeping, being the beautiful, sensational woman that she was.
"God I miss you." he said quietly to her, knowing that she couldn't hear him. "I really do hope that we get this all turned around. That you and I are able to have a decent husband wife relationship. I really do love you." he leaned down over towards her, and kissed her gently on the lips. He stared back down on her for a second or two. Her eyes seemed to flicker open after a few seconds, and she stared into his eyes.
"Albus...do you mean that?" she asked quietly
"Of course I do. You're my Minni, how could I not?"
"I don't know it's only a question."
"Perhaps you should think about what answers are to come from your questions. You mean the world to me."
"You also to me." she said quietly, she clutched his hand, and pulled him down to lay beside her. His hands fell over her stomach, and his head beside her neck...