Chapter 2 Day 1
The next morning Minerva woke up encircled by a strong pair of warm arms. Her sleep addled mind took a moment to remember what happened the previous evening, but when she did she only burrowed deeper into arms. "I might not ever get this opportunity again, so I might as well make the most of it." She closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
When Minerva next awoke the sun was shining through the window and when she stirred in Albus' arms and looked up, she was met by two bright blue eyes. "Good morning, Minerva. I hope you slept well." He looked down at her. "I hope you don't mind; I woke up in this position, and didn't want to wake you."
She couldn't help but smile at his nervous expression. "It's fine Albus. In fact, I appreciate it; I seem to have been more tired then I originally thought. We probably should get up and find a way out of here."
With that, she got up out of the bed and walked into the livingroom. Albus followed a moment later. He thought it wise to wait for the fantasies floating around his head to subside. He found her sitting at the table staring at two menus. "It appears we get room service," she said as he joined her. They each ordered their food and, while they awaited for its arrival, discussed how they were going to get out.
"Albus, do you have any idea what they are talking about? What do we need to be honest about? I know I'm not keeping any secrets from you," she said exasperated.
Albus couldn't help but let his eyes drop at that statement. I knew she couldn't love me. I never should have let myself hope, he thought darkly. "I don't know Minerva; I think we should just go about our day, and eventually they will get sick of watching and let us out. In the meantime they did mention something about a vacation. I think we deserve one, don't you?"
"Albus how can you think of a vacation at a time like this?" she said shocked. "We need to get out."
Albus sighed heavily and his head dropped into his hand. With the other he motioned toward the room. "Very easily Minerva. We are stuck and I, for one, have not had a vacation in ten years. I plan to relax for a day at least." If looks could kill Albus would have been six feet under with a two ton slab on top.
"Fine if you wish to sit around and pretend, enjoy; call me when your ready to go back to the real world." With that, she got up from her half eaten breakfast and stomped off toward the bedroom. The slam of the door and the sound of running water alerted Albus to her intention.
Several hours later Minerva ventured from the bedroom to find Albus sitting in an overstuffed purple armchair; he was reading a book by the fire. Minerva felt a pang of guilt at the thought of how she treated him. "He's only trying to make the best of the situation and I snap at him. I look for ways to spend time with him and when I finally get one, I can't wait to get out." She quietly walked over to the table and ordered two mugs of his hot chocolate and waited. He was studiously ignoring her; probably attempting to give her space. She grabbed the mugs and took the seat next to his. Placing the mugs on the table she waited for him to look up. It only took the smell of his favorite drink and the soft touch of her hands on his. He looked up and was surprised at the look of sorrow in her eyes. "I am so sorry Albus. I never should have snapped at you. Can you ever forgive me?"
He simply looked down at their hands and, picking hers up, he kissed the back. "My dear Minerva, I would forgive you anything." They spent he rest of the day sitting around the fire talking about everything from muggle literature to Gryffindor's quittich chances for the season.
They played chess sometime after dinner and, in a lapse in concentration caused by the light dancing off of Albus' eyes, Minerva lost her first chess match in twenty years. "Well, my dear, either you have finally taken pity on me, or you should head off to bed. Since I know you could never pity me, I would say bed is a more likely option," he said as he helped her stand.
"I suppose your right," she said trying to stifle a yawn. "I'm not a light sleeper so don't worry about waking me when you come to bed. Good night Albus." She subconsciously pecked him on the lips as she headed off to bed, and left a very surprised, and pleased, Albus in her wake. Perhaps I was wrong, he thought merrily as he went to sit once again in front of the fire. By the time he went to bed that evening he knew what he had to do. As soon as he was under the covers, Minerva rolled over and wrapped her arms around him. He gathered her up in his arms, and just before sleep claimed him he couldn't help but think that tomorrow was going to be an interesting day indeed.