She was thinking, Albus knew, thinking about her next move, and he loved the sight of it. He found the way she arched her eyebrows quite enjoyable- though he didn't know why. She was just so obviously determined to win. As her dad had always been. Henry McGonagall had never played a game without wanting to win it. It was in her blood.
With a slow gesture, she moved her hand towards her bishop, and moved it.
A smart move, of course- as if she ever made stupid moves!
But Minerva felt her concentration slip away with every second that passed. She was totally incapable of focusing and it irritated her more than she even to herself dared to admit.
Why was she, after all? She was in detention, yes, but this kind of detention was not at all unpleasant, was it? Chess was her favorite game, after all, and Professor Dumbledore's hot cocoa was really… hot. She felt all warm and nice inside, and though, she felt slightly uncomfortable.
Was it all just because of the hot cocoa?
As Albus quickly made his move- almost without thinking, thanks to the long years of exercise he'd had- he couldn't keep himself from staring at her. She now had rosy blushes on her cheeks, and they made her look sweeter than she actually was. Remember, just a few days ago…
And now, he was playing chess with her- and having a wonderful time.
Minerva yawned softly. The warmth in the room made her feel so sleepy… Yet, she felt slightly embarrassed when Albus chuckled
"Is this game that boring, Minerva?"
He smiled warmly as she hastily apologized
"I am sorry, Professor, this game is not at all boring, of course- it's just…"
"I know, Minerva. Don't bother. It is rather late and you are tired. I understand. Perhaps we'd better end this game tomorrow…"
With a thankful smile, she nodded.
"Yes, thank you. I indeed feel very sleepy, but…" she added - what had got into her?- with a playful grin. "Don't you dare move any of my pieces!"
Albus chuckled. One wouldn't easily deceive Minerva McGonagall indeed…
"I promise. We'll move the chessboard to my little table over there, and I swear I won't touch a thing…"
He stood up. But as he did so- he unintentionally pushed against the table and one of Minerva's pieces stood now dangerously close to the edge of the board. His reflexes sharp as ever, he stretched his hand out to catch it before it fell… but… found himself holding a slim, pale hand instead. There was obviously one person with sharper reflexes than Albus Dumbledore…
And somehow- Albus couldn't just let go of the hand he was holding. Yet, he knew he had to.
With a fiery blush on his cheeks, he released it.
"I am sorry, Minerva, I didn't mean to…"
But her voice interrupted her, softer than usual, as the blushes on her cheeks became darker as well.
"Don't bother, Professor. It wasn't that unpleasant, and… Well, see you tomorrow!"
With this she almost fled out of office, confused and with an awkward feeling in her stomach.
She could literally hit herself.
With a slow gesture, she moved her hand towards her bishop, and moved it.
A smart move, of course- as if she ever made stupid moves!
But Minerva felt her concentration slip away with every second that passed. She was totally incapable of focusing and it irritated her more than she even to herself dared to admit.
Why was she, after all? She was in detention, yes, but this kind of detention was not at all unpleasant, was it? Chess was her favorite game, after all, and Professor Dumbledore's hot cocoa was really… hot. She felt all warm and nice inside, and though, she felt slightly uncomfortable.
Was it all just because of the hot cocoa?
As Albus quickly made his move- almost without thinking, thanks to the long years of exercise he'd had- he couldn't keep himself from staring at her. She now had rosy blushes on her cheeks, and they made her look sweeter than she actually was. Remember, just a few days ago…
And now, he was playing chess with her- and having a wonderful time.
Minerva yawned softly. The warmth in the room made her feel so sleepy… Yet, she felt slightly embarrassed when Albus chuckled
"Is this game that boring, Minerva?"
He smiled warmly as she hastily apologized
"I am sorry, Professor, this game is not at all boring, of course- it's just…"
"I know, Minerva. Don't bother. It is rather late and you are tired. I understand. Perhaps we'd better end this game tomorrow…"
With a thankful smile, she nodded.
"Yes, thank you. I indeed feel very sleepy, but…" she added - what had got into her?- with a playful grin. "Don't you dare move any of my pieces!"
Albus chuckled. One wouldn't easily deceive Minerva McGonagall indeed…
"I promise. We'll move the chessboard to my little table over there, and I swear I won't touch a thing…"
He stood up. But as he did so- he unintentionally pushed against the table and one of Minerva's pieces stood now dangerously close to the edge of the board. His reflexes sharp as ever, he stretched his hand out to catch it before it fell… but… found himself holding a slim, pale hand instead. There was obviously one person with sharper reflexes than Albus Dumbledore…
And somehow- Albus couldn't just let go of the hand he was holding. Yet, he knew he had to.
With a fiery blush on his cheeks, he released it.
"I am sorry, Minerva, I didn't mean to…"
But her voice interrupted her, softer than usual, as the blushes on her cheeks became darker as well.
"Don't bother, Professor. It wasn't that unpleasant, and… Well, see you tomorrow!"
With this she almost fled out of office, confused and with an awkward feeling in her stomach.
She could literally hit herself.