Oh thank you thank you STONEYGEM! you saved my hide, literally. Little
monkeys are sitting by the computer and shoving bananas in my face
threatening to choke me with them! Now I have somewhere to look for
research. Again, thanks!
I have to admit, it was interesting the different reviews I got. Lots of you seemed to be pretty in-tune with the idea of Minerva being a virgin...I'm glad u liked the idea, REALLy, I am. Though some of you did have some concerns with the Poppy/Severus pairing? Well, it may sound a bit strange, but if you'll bare with me, I think you will grow to like the couple...a lot.
I'm glad you all liked my humor...perhaps a little adult-oriented, but I found it fun to write. Neways, thanks to chicken13, Nefertiri Riddle, Mavidian, Crystalunicorn14, Evie (you really made me think) punurple, Griselda La Fey, Minnette, Laura Kay, Genkai Shihan, and LinZe. I luv u peoples!
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Albus stared at the ever chiming clock as it hit twelve. He was still up, maybe from excitement, maybe from happiness, but whatever the matter was, he couldn't go to sleep. Not today, not after so many wonderful things had happened.
He could imagine himself with her, he could see it more clearly than ever now. Not simply just 'together' as in the erotic fasion that most people -including him- had become accustomed to, but together forever. Just from her simple yes, he could see himself and her years down the road together. Yes, she was the one, he thought, they'd make a perfect couple, what with her beauty, and her brains, and well, his brains, and power, it was the match of all matches.
He let himself imagine for a moment longer, before he got up from his lonely bed. He couldn't sleep, there was no point in it. So he carefully got dressed, and headed towards the kitchens for a glass of hot chocolate. But to his great surprise, he was not the only person who couldn't sleep, and not the only one with the idea of hot chocolate.
"Minerva?"
He could see her wonderful figure turn through the dark, no longer hidden behind billows of robes, but merely by a nightgown, that was oh-so- frequently in his dreams, and a light robe, obviously only meant to cover what wasn't meant to be seen.
"Albus," he heard her whisper quietly, as if she perhaps even knew that he may show up.
"What are you doing up?" He asked, as he walked towards her, feeling some cautious flutters enter his empty stomach.
"I couldn't sleep. I- I had been thinking too much, you know how it is when you can't stop thinking?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. I'm in the same situation."
"What have you been thinking about?"
"The trip I guess. There's a lot to be thinking about, what with everything that's bound to happen."
"Oh? What's bound to happen?"
"Nothing, nothing is bound to happen. It is what will happen, that is on my mind," he whispered through the darkness, and showed her a chair to sit in, she followed, and allowed him to push it in for her.
"And what do you see happening," she asked quietly
"Alas Minerva...I fail to know anything about divination. So thereof, I know nothing, for reason knows nothing. And if reason knows nothing, then the future is very dim."
"It's late, don't get philosophical at this time of day. You'll only be giving me a headache," she said, as she gently rubbed her temples.
"Headache is like the heart, it only throbs when-----"
"Shhhhh. Do you hear something?" she asked cautiously, as faint whispers were heard through the hall.
"Aha."
They both looked at eachother, then listened again. "I think it sounds like Severus," Minerva said rather awkwardly.
"He's with someone...I can hear it."
They both looked at eachother, then listened again...the sound quickly died away. Both Albus and Minerva stared at eachother through the moonlight. They stayed in an awkward silence for a while, not daring to say anything. "Well, it's probably better that we don't know who he was with, it's none of our business," Minerva said.
"I sure wish I knew who it was though. He has a new girlfriend, and he won't tell me who it is. I'll bet my socks that it was her."
"Maybe, but we shouldn't get into his business. Besides, who would want to know what HE'S up to? I still wonder why you even let him get on the staff."
"He's a great help to me, and the ministry. I understand that you may not like him, but really Minerva, he isn't THAT bad."
"Until I get ten million galleons a year, I'm not going to like him, or even pretend like I like him."
"That will change Minerva. Sooner or later, you'll get used to him. He's a help to us, whether you like it or not."
"Very well, but you can't make me do it."
"Who ever said that I would try? You are entitled to your opinions, and I am entitled to mine. Now, tell me, why are YOU here?"
"I told you, I couldn't sleep."
"Yes, but why not?"
"I was...thinking."
"About what?"
"You."
Albus stared at her, dumbstruck. "Me?" he gulped, "What about me?"
"I was trying to imagine you in a turban," she smiled, "and it rather gave me for a turn when I added the entire outfit. I don't think you'd fit the role of a native egyptian, more or less a Muslim." After this sentence, both her and Albus joined into a remote laughter.
"A muslim? You imagined me with a TURBAN and ROBES? Hmmmmm, Minerva, I think you've had one too many hits on the head."
"Not as many as you have. Tell me Albus, has your nose always been that big, and a bludger smashed it in, or did a bludger just mess it up so much that it got LONGER?"
"I resent that remark! I find my nose rather attractive, you can't contradict the fact that my nose is handsome."
"Maybe," she whispered this time, her voice quiet, almost a soothing ring to it, "but I can't pass up the opportunity to make fun of it."
"What happens Minerva, if I can't pass up the opportunity to make fun of you?" he said, suddenly entranced by the way her voice came out. In smooth rushing waves, like the waves on a beach.
"Then your more than welcome to it. I guess we're both entitled to some playful teasing, we will both have plenty to talk about by the end of the summer."
"Yes we will. Plenty," he couldn't bring himself to say anything more. He knew if he stayed any longer, his mind would wander further away from what he ought to be thinking of, he'd wander to her, then he'd want her, then...it would be all over. He would just bring her down with him, right on the floor. "Why can't I get rid of these thoughts," he said absent-mindedly, though as aloud as ever.
"What thoughts?"
He looked at her. "Are you talking to me?"
"Of course, who else would I be talking to? You just asked why you can't get rid of 'those' thoughts, and I was inquiring as to what 'those' thoughts would be."
"Oh um...nothing, it's nothing."
"Very well," she looked at the clock, then back to him, "I had better get back to my rooms, I think it's about bed time. Would you maybe want to accompany me back?"
"Yes, of course," he said. He watched her get up, and followed her. He hadn't gotten his hotchocolate, but he had gotten something. He had gotten her, free time with her. As they walked, she brought up the subject, "So what does this trip contain?"
"Well, I don't know, pretty much whatever you wish to do. Boatrides, I think they'll have a pool, tours of the pyramids, take your pick."
"What should I bring on this trip?"
"Light clothes for the most part. I think it's a muggle resort, muggle clothes would be best, though I doubt that robes would be noticed, considering the Muslim population. And maybe some heavier clothes for at night. And if you plan on swimming, you can't forget a swimsuit. Also, as is obvious, lots of bug spray, and anything to that nature."
"I think I can do that. When is the trip?"
"June seventeenth through the twenty-seventh. It should be plenty long."
"Yes, I think so," she paused, "and what about rooms?"
"Rooms?"
"How close are our rooms going to be?"
Albus stopped abruptly, he hadn't thought of that. HE knew that there was only one room, but SHE didn't. Oh, what to do!? "We'll be right next to eachother."
"Good," they both entered a long corridor, "should I bring some money?"
"Not too much. Actually, the breakdown is if we were to bring one galleon down there, and turn it into an Egyptian pound, it would equal ten. So, I think you'll be fine."
"Wonderful," they both came to the end of the corridor, and Minerva's rooms, "I um...think we're here."
"Yes, we're here."
"Then I guess...I'll see you. Then we'll be off on the trip?"
"Yes. Keep in touch over the month. Bye Minerva. Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite."
"Bye." He watched as she shut the door, and went in. He turned back down the hallway, and walked up towards his rooms.
Once he had safely closed the door, and gotten himself inside his bed, he looked to his right, where his penseive was. He didn't hesitate to pull it beside him, and recount those few magical moments that she smiled, and the way she looked. He carefully placed the memory within the liquid...and shut out the light.
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okay, #1, I wrote the chapter the way it is so that I could skip straight to the trip, i know you reviewers wouldn't want half the story at the castle! actually, come to think of it, neither would I!
#2, I know it may have been a bit 'corny' but please bare with me. The next chapter or so will be a doozy...stay tuned.
#3, Poppy and Severus? Chance meeting perhaps? Poppy and Severus in this chapter...:-) there is a reason why Minerva and Albus couldn't understand what was going on...it wasn't words, if you catch the drift.
#4, I'm done, please review if it isn't too much trouble. I'm already on the next chapter so please, brighten my day? You did so well last time, make it as good as this one...suggestions would be helpful.
I have to admit, it was interesting the different reviews I got. Lots of you seemed to be pretty in-tune with the idea of Minerva being a virgin...I'm glad u liked the idea, REALLy, I am. Though some of you did have some concerns with the Poppy/Severus pairing? Well, it may sound a bit strange, but if you'll bare with me, I think you will grow to like the couple...a lot.
I'm glad you all liked my humor...perhaps a little adult-oriented, but I found it fun to write. Neways, thanks to chicken13, Nefertiri Riddle, Mavidian, Crystalunicorn14, Evie (you really made me think) punurple, Griselda La Fey, Minnette, Laura Kay, Genkai Shihan, and LinZe. I luv u peoples!
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Albus stared at the ever chiming clock as it hit twelve. He was still up, maybe from excitement, maybe from happiness, but whatever the matter was, he couldn't go to sleep. Not today, not after so many wonderful things had happened.
He could imagine himself with her, he could see it more clearly than ever now. Not simply just 'together' as in the erotic fasion that most people -including him- had become accustomed to, but together forever. Just from her simple yes, he could see himself and her years down the road together. Yes, she was the one, he thought, they'd make a perfect couple, what with her beauty, and her brains, and well, his brains, and power, it was the match of all matches.
He let himself imagine for a moment longer, before he got up from his lonely bed. He couldn't sleep, there was no point in it. So he carefully got dressed, and headed towards the kitchens for a glass of hot chocolate. But to his great surprise, he was not the only person who couldn't sleep, and not the only one with the idea of hot chocolate.
"Minerva?"
He could see her wonderful figure turn through the dark, no longer hidden behind billows of robes, but merely by a nightgown, that was oh-so- frequently in his dreams, and a light robe, obviously only meant to cover what wasn't meant to be seen.
"Albus," he heard her whisper quietly, as if she perhaps even knew that he may show up.
"What are you doing up?" He asked, as he walked towards her, feeling some cautious flutters enter his empty stomach.
"I couldn't sleep. I- I had been thinking too much, you know how it is when you can't stop thinking?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. I'm in the same situation."
"What have you been thinking about?"
"The trip I guess. There's a lot to be thinking about, what with everything that's bound to happen."
"Oh? What's bound to happen?"
"Nothing, nothing is bound to happen. It is what will happen, that is on my mind," he whispered through the darkness, and showed her a chair to sit in, she followed, and allowed him to push it in for her.
"And what do you see happening," she asked quietly
"Alas Minerva...I fail to know anything about divination. So thereof, I know nothing, for reason knows nothing. And if reason knows nothing, then the future is very dim."
"It's late, don't get philosophical at this time of day. You'll only be giving me a headache," she said, as she gently rubbed her temples.
"Headache is like the heart, it only throbs when-----"
"Shhhhh. Do you hear something?" she asked cautiously, as faint whispers were heard through the hall.
"Aha."
They both looked at eachother, then listened again. "I think it sounds like Severus," Minerva said rather awkwardly.
"He's with someone...I can hear it."
They both looked at eachother, then listened again...the sound quickly died away. Both Albus and Minerva stared at eachother through the moonlight. They stayed in an awkward silence for a while, not daring to say anything. "Well, it's probably better that we don't know who he was with, it's none of our business," Minerva said.
"I sure wish I knew who it was though. He has a new girlfriend, and he won't tell me who it is. I'll bet my socks that it was her."
"Maybe, but we shouldn't get into his business. Besides, who would want to know what HE'S up to? I still wonder why you even let him get on the staff."
"He's a great help to me, and the ministry. I understand that you may not like him, but really Minerva, he isn't THAT bad."
"Until I get ten million galleons a year, I'm not going to like him, or even pretend like I like him."
"That will change Minerva. Sooner or later, you'll get used to him. He's a help to us, whether you like it or not."
"Very well, but you can't make me do it."
"Who ever said that I would try? You are entitled to your opinions, and I am entitled to mine. Now, tell me, why are YOU here?"
"I told you, I couldn't sleep."
"Yes, but why not?"
"I was...thinking."
"About what?"
"You."
Albus stared at her, dumbstruck. "Me?" he gulped, "What about me?"
"I was trying to imagine you in a turban," she smiled, "and it rather gave me for a turn when I added the entire outfit. I don't think you'd fit the role of a native egyptian, more or less a Muslim." After this sentence, both her and Albus joined into a remote laughter.
"A muslim? You imagined me with a TURBAN and ROBES? Hmmmmm, Minerva, I think you've had one too many hits on the head."
"Not as many as you have. Tell me Albus, has your nose always been that big, and a bludger smashed it in, or did a bludger just mess it up so much that it got LONGER?"
"I resent that remark! I find my nose rather attractive, you can't contradict the fact that my nose is handsome."
"Maybe," she whispered this time, her voice quiet, almost a soothing ring to it, "but I can't pass up the opportunity to make fun of it."
"What happens Minerva, if I can't pass up the opportunity to make fun of you?" he said, suddenly entranced by the way her voice came out. In smooth rushing waves, like the waves on a beach.
"Then your more than welcome to it. I guess we're both entitled to some playful teasing, we will both have plenty to talk about by the end of the summer."
"Yes we will. Plenty," he couldn't bring himself to say anything more. He knew if he stayed any longer, his mind would wander further away from what he ought to be thinking of, he'd wander to her, then he'd want her, then...it would be all over. He would just bring her down with him, right on the floor. "Why can't I get rid of these thoughts," he said absent-mindedly, though as aloud as ever.
"What thoughts?"
He looked at her. "Are you talking to me?"
"Of course, who else would I be talking to? You just asked why you can't get rid of 'those' thoughts, and I was inquiring as to what 'those' thoughts would be."
"Oh um...nothing, it's nothing."
"Very well," she looked at the clock, then back to him, "I had better get back to my rooms, I think it's about bed time. Would you maybe want to accompany me back?"
"Yes, of course," he said. He watched her get up, and followed her. He hadn't gotten his hotchocolate, but he had gotten something. He had gotten her, free time with her. As they walked, she brought up the subject, "So what does this trip contain?"
"Well, I don't know, pretty much whatever you wish to do. Boatrides, I think they'll have a pool, tours of the pyramids, take your pick."
"What should I bring on this trip?"
"Light clothes for the most part. I think it's a muggle resort, muggle clothes would be best, though I doubt that robes would be noticed, considering the Muslim population. And maybe some heavier clothes for at night. And if you plan on swimming, you can't forget a swimsuit. Also, as is obvious, lots of bug spray, and anything to that nature."
"I think I can do that. When is the trip?"
"June seventeenth through the twenty-seventh. It should be plenty long."
"Yes, I think so," she paused, "and what about rooms?"
"Rooms?"
"How close are our rooms going to be?"
Albus stopped abruptly, he hadn't thought of that. HE knew that there was only one room, but SHE didn't. Oh, what to do!? "We'll be right next to eachother."
"Good," they both entered a long corridor, "should I bring some money?"
"Not too much. Actually, the breakdown is if we were to bring one galleon down there, and turn it into an Egyptian pound, it would equal ten. So, I think you'll be fine."
"Wonderful," they both came to the end of the corridor, and Minerva's rooms, "I um...think we're here."
"Yes, we're here."
"Then I guess...I'll see you. Then we'll be off on the trip?"
"Yes. Keep in touch over the month. Bye Minerva. Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite."
"Bye." He watched as she shut the door, and went in. He turned back down the hallway, and walked up towards his rooms.
Once he had safely closed the door, and gotten himself inside his bed, he looked to his right, where his penseive was. He didn't hesitate to pull it beside him, and recount those few magical moments that she smiled, and the way she looked. He carefully placed the memory within the liquid...and shut out the light.
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okay, #1, I wrote the chapter the way it is so that I could skip straight to the trip, i know you reviewers wouldn't want half the story at the castle! actually, come to think of it, neither would I!
#2, I know it may have been a bit 'corny' but please bare with me. The next chapter or so will be a doozy...stay tuned.
#3, Poppy and Severus? Chance meeting perhaps? Poppy and Severus in this chapter...:-) there is a reason why Minerva and Albus couldn't understand what was going on...it wasn't words, if you catch the drift.
#4, I'm done, please review if it isn't too much trouble. I'm already on the next chapter so please, brighten my day? You did so well last time, make it as good as this one...suggestions would be helpful.