Summary: The second edition to my story "Is he gone?" Minerva and Albus
reunite, and express how much they have missed the other. Warning-kisses
ahead!
A/N: Up until now, I had totally forgotten about disclaimers. So: This is not mine. It belongs to the fabulous JKR and...if I owned it, would I be writing fanfic???
Pairing: Albus/Minerva-If this offends you, go back by clicking the big BACK button and find something else to read. If this doesn't offend you, please review. Thanks to all who have!
On with the story...
LAST TIME: Suddenly the oak doors opened and Minerva found herself face to face with her husband-Albus Dumbledore...
Minerva couldn't believe it. It was him. And he was alive. Very much so, by the way his cheeks were flushed and his breathing was heavy.
Then, he uttered the two words that made her do what she did: "It's you." With those syllables, Minerva gladly fell into her husband's arms, and it was only then that she let her tears fall.
After a few moments, she looked up at him through teary emerald eyes. He could see the love that shone in their depths, and knew that she could see the same all over his face. Bending down, he kissed her.
It was a kiss filled with a passion that burned into their very souls. It was a kiss that expressed the need, the longing, that their words could not describe. It was a kiss that made Minerva melt, and left both trying to realize why they couldn't be together all the time-days, nights, meals. One word, however, that flashed through her mind made her pull back suddenly, tears again streaming down her lovely cheeks.
Umbridge. Dolores Jane Umbridge. The lecherous toad that had threatened the greatest wizard in over a century, and in doing so, made an indirect threat to that wizard's witch. Minerva McGonagall. And a threatened McGonagall with an amazing amount of magical capacity wasn't one to be made an enemy of.
Dumbledore, sensing his wife's thoughts, held her at arms length and attempted to look into her beautiful orbs. She, however, had other plans as she lowered her head, so as not to show her confusion, her anger, her sadness. Albus realized this, and shook his head, chuckling softly.
Even if they had been married for over fifty years, there were still some things that the invincible, powerful Minerva McGonagall-Dumbledore could not bear to show anyone. Not even him.
Gently, as if he knew her thoughts, he lifted her from the ground and carried her over to a large purple couch that stood before a blazing fire. Setting her slight yet curvy form onto the cushions, Albus knelt by her side, softly tracing her face-her lips, her nose, her cheeks. Then, carefully, so carefully, he bent and began to undo the buttons to her emerald robes as he had done so many times before.
Suddenly the oak doors opened and Minerva found herself face to face with her husband-Albus Dumbledore... Finally, when all the buttons and clasps were undone, and the robes lay on the floor in a heap of blue and green, Albus settled onto the couch, and Minerva settled onto his chest. With a murmured "Nox" all of the candles save the few above them went out.
A few love words were spoken-he had a feeling that Minerva wouldn't want to speak about Umbridge right now-but after awhile, the fell silent.
Then, "Albus, I-I was really hurt when you said-" Her voice was choked as if she were crying. He felt a warm dampness on his shoulder, and knew that she was, indeed, crying again. "-When you said that-that you would be s-single-handed. I-I felt as if I wasn't g-good enough to h-help you, Albus!" With that, Minerva began sobbing into her husband's bare chest.
Yea, another cliffie. I think that I have written a lot of things waaayyyy better than this, but I did throw this together in about 20 minutes. I really hope that you enjoy this and I'd luv reviews!!! THANX! Kate
A/N: Up until now, I had totally forgotten about disclaimers. So: This is not mine. It belongs to the fabulous JKR and...if I owned it, would I be writing fanfic???
Pairing: Albus/Minerva-If this offends you, go back by clicking the big BACK button and find something else to read. If this doesn't offend you, please review. Thanks to all who have!
On with the story...
LAST TIME: Suddenly the oak doors opened and Minerva found herself face to face with her husband-Albus Dumbledore...
Minerva couldn't believe it. It was him. And he was alive. Very much so, by the way his cheeks were flushed and his breathing was heavy.
Then, he uttered the two words that made her do what she did: "It's you." With those syllables, Minerva gladly fell into her husband's arms, and it was only then that she let her tears fall.
After a few moments, she looked up at him through teary emerald eyes. He could see the love that shone in their depths, and knew that she could see the same all over his face. Bending down, he kissed her.
It was a kiss filled with a passion that burned into their very souls. It was a kiss that expressed the need, the longing, that their words could not describe. It was a kiss that made Minerva melt, and left both trying to realize why they couldn't be together all the time-days, nights, meals. One word, however, that flashed through her mind made her pull back suddenly, tears again streaming down her lovely cheeks.
Umbridge. Dolores Jane Umbridge. The lecherous toad that had threatened the greatest wizard in over a century, and in doing so, made an indirect threat to that wizard's witch. Minerva McGonagall. And a threatened McGonagall with an amazing amount of magical capacity wasn't one to be made an enemy of.
Dumbledore, sensing his wife's thoughts, held her at arms length and attempted to look into her beautiful orbs. She, however, had other plans as she lowered her head, so as not to show her confusion, her anger, her sadness. Albus realized this, and shook his head, chuckling softly.
Even if they had been married for over fifty years, there were still some things that the invincible, powerful Minerva McGonagall-Dumbledore could not bear to show anyone. Not even him.
Gently, as if he knew her thoughts, he lifted her from the ground and carried her over to a large purple couch that stood before a blazing fire. Setting her slight yet curvy form onto the cushions, Albus knelt by her side, softly tracing her face-her lips, her nose, her cheeks. Then, carefully, so carefully, he bent and began to undo the buttons to her emerald robes as he had done so many times before.
Suddenly the oak doors opened and Minerva found herself face to face with her husband-Albus Dumbledore... Finally, when all the buttons and clasps were undone, and the robes lay on the floor in a heap of blue and green, Albus settled onto the couch, and Minerva settled onto his chest. With a murmured "Nox" all of the candles save the few above them went out.
A few love words were spoken-he had a feeling that Minerva wouldn't want to speak about Umbridge right now-but after awhile, the fell silent.
Then, "Albus, I-I was really hurt when you said-" Her voice was choked as if she were crying. He felt a warm dampness on his shoulder, and knew that she was, indeed, crying again. "-When you said that-that you would be s-single-handed. I-I felt as if I wasn't g-good enough to h-help you, Albus!" With that, Minerva began sobbing into her husband's bare chest.
Yea, another cliffie. I think that I have written a lot of things waaayyyy better than this, but I did throw this together in about 20 minutes. I really hope that you enjoy this and I'd luv reviews!!! THANX! Kate