The next night Albus and Minerva met in her classroom at ten o'clock to give them more time to look around.

When he arrived Minerva was standing in front of the floorboard that opened last night, but it wasn't opening. As soon as Albus joined her it flew open. They just looked at each other.

"Albus, this is so strange. I have tried on my breaks to enter again, but it wouldn't open for me. Now as soon you're here it opens. I wonder why it takes both of us."

"Hmm," Albus thought, "that's very interesting, my dear. I have no clue, but let us not waste any more time."

Eagerly Minerva slipped her hand in his to descend the stairs, and in no time they were back where their journey had ended the night before. For half an hour they continued to look at the pictures on the wall until they came to a door on the right side of the hall. The door was made of a dark think wood, and the knocker was in the shape of a Griffin.

Minerva and Albus glanced at each other, and then Minerva said, "Albus, if I didn't know any better I'd say that was the knocker from your office. They look so much alike."

"Yes, they do. Let's see if it opens. Stand behind me, my dear, I would not want you to get hurt."

"Oh my, aren't we the perfect gentleman," she teased.

"I thought I was a rogue," he replied quickly with a smile.

"Well it seems you have characteristics of both types of men. Of course it remains to be seen which of the two will win over your soul."

Albus looked at her over his half moon spectacles and grinning said, "And which, Professor McGonagall, would you like to see win?"

At first Minerva was shocked but she recovered quickly and taking a step closer to Albus whispered, "I like gentlemen, but rogues make better lovers," after a pause she added, "Or so I've heard. Now open the door."

Leaning back Minerva was smiling broadly, because now Albus was the one that didn't know what to say. He was fiddling with his hands, and looking at the floor.

"Albus...the door," Minerva reminded him trying to contain her laughter.

"Oh, yea, well here goes."

He tried the handle but nothing happened. Suddenly remembering the floorboard he took Minerva's hand and placed it over his. The door flew open. Looking back to her for reassurance Albus stepped into the room followed closely by Minerva.

Once inside the room candles appeared exactly as they did last night in the corridor.

Minerva gasped, "Albus! This is the sitting room and I bet there are two bedrooms, one for Godric and Rowena and another for their child. Look at the history in here, Albus, all the furniture and everything. Nothing's been touched," Minerva exclaimed excitedly.

"I know, Minerva. Let's have a look around." The sitting room was huge and richly furnished. Above the fireplace was the largest portrait yet. Godric was standing behind Rowena and she was holding their son when he was an infant. Minerva and Albus had to admit they looked very happy. Minerva sighed.

"Tabby, what's wrong." Albus asked concerned.

"Oh, Nothing. Just, never mind..." she trailed off. Albus put a hand on her shoulder and gently squeezed it: "You can tell me Minerva."

She looked at him, and then returned her gaze to the portrait, "I don't condone their affair, but they look so happy. Do you ever want to marry and have children? I did, still do," she whispered.

"It isn't too late for that, Minerva. And, yes, I would like to get married and have children.

They just stood there staring at the portrait neither aware that Albus' hand had moved from Minerva's shoulder to her hand until Minerva made to move away. They looked at the hands, each other, then dropped hands quickly and moved in separate directions in order to hide the blush on both of their cheeks.

Minerva moved to a door beside of the fireplace. Opening it she realized it was a child's room. There were still toys on some of the shelves, and clothes in the closet. Minerva was about to call Albus, but he beat her to it.

"Minerva! Tabby come here and look at this!"

Minerva hurried out of the room and across the sitting room into another room where she presumed Albus to be. Correct in her assumption she came up beside of him, "Yes, Albus?"

"This must be the master bedroom, look at that bed! I think that is the biggest bed I have ever seen!"

Albus was right; the bed alone practically covered the entire wall. Minerva, also, noticed that every piece of furniture in the room was made to sit two. All the chairs, the sofa, and even Rowena's vanity bench were big enough to occupy two persons.
After a while Albus suggested that they come back on the weekend to investigate the rooms, and focus now on where the hall actually leads. Minerva complied, and they were walking up the hall when Minerva realized just how sleepy she was. Against her will she started to fall asleep!

Albus noticed something was wrong when she almost walked into the wall. Turning her so he could look at her face he saw that her eyes were closed. 'She really is tired,' he thought, and in an effort to help her out he bent down and picked her up. Minerva awoke instantly at realizing she was in his arms.

"Albus, what are you doing? I can walk on my own!"

"Yes, you were doing such a good job of that when you almost walked into the wall back there. Just put your head on my shoulder, and go to sleep."

Not wanting to be outdone Minerva replied, "You just wanted to hold me, I'm on to you Professor Dumbledore."

Albus sincerely hoped she was kidding about being on to him, but decided to play along: "You're right, my dear. I just wanted to hold the most beautiful woman I know."

"Most beautiful, nonsense Albus I am not what you say I am. On with the journey good sir before I have cause to doubt your intentions," she finished placing her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes.

Albus chuckled and did as he was told. In no time he was finally at the end of the hallway, and another set of stairs appeared. When he ascended them, and came out of the floor he noticed he was, indeed, in his private quarters. Well his bedroom, at the foot of his bed to be exact; Minerva had been right. When he looked down at her she was fast asleep, and he didn't' have the heart to wake her so he laid her upon his bed, unpinned her hair, removed her shoes, and placed a blanket over her slender frame. Leaning down to place a chaste kiss on her forehead he whispered, "You are indeed the most beautiful woman I know, Minerva. It was an honor to hold you so close. Perhaps I will have the chance to do that again," he asked the sleeping form. Leaving her in his room Albus went out into his sitting room for the night.