With the completion of our chambers Godric and I could not be happier. Only one argument ensued between us, and that was what to name our humble abode so we have decided it shall have two names. Godric thought we should name the hallway: "Lover's Lane," and I consented. The chambers though will have two names. Godric, in his infinite wisdom, wants to call it: Our Naughty Nook. I refuse to call our home by that name, so I shall refer to these chambers as: A Home for a Secret Love.

I realize I should feel guilty for betraying my marriage vows, but considering I did not enter into them willing I do not. I have found my love, and if we can only be together secretly then I would prefer that to having to live my life without him.

The position of the rooms was my idea. This way we could spend every night in our chambers, and in the mornings I could head to my classroom to teach and he to his room, which is connected to his office, to work. I do believe it shall work out perfectly.

My favorite room is the bathroom, and Godric has already promised me that will spend many a romantic night in that tub. Godric's favorite room is our bedroom, but that is because of the bed. It is the biggest either of us as ever seen. He assured me though that he intends to hold me close each night, and not cling to the edge expecting me to cling to the opposite one.

The enchantment on the room will allow us to create new rooms should the need arise, and I for one hope it does. The hallway will display any family portraits made. It is lucky for us that Godric's younger brother excels in the art of muggle portraits, and that he will keep our secret.

I should go now, my love calls me, but I will return with more.

R

Albus looked down at Minerva, "My dear this is most intriguing."

"Indeed, my sweet, it is. I love you."

"And I you. We need to head to dinner?"

Minerva frowned, "Can't we send Fawkes and say it took longer than we thought, and just stay down here. Please?"

"I would love to, Minerva, but don't you think we need to return?"

"No, I don't. We never get away, and I want to find out more about them. Please, Albus?" Minerva put the book aside, and began kissing his neck.

"Minerva...," but whatever he was going to say was lost the minute she started to suck on his earlobe. He gave in immediately, "Alright Minerva. Just let me go to my office and send Fawkes.

"Thank you! I shall not read a sentence till you return."

"Good. I'll be back in a moment."

When Albus returned he noticed Minerva was under the covers. "My love, are you cold?"

"A little, but I just decided to get ready for bed and wait for you." When Albus was under the covers he insisted on giving Minerva a kiss to warm her up, and it certainly did. Opening the book again the next entry was:

Our Story:

Godric and I met three years before we founded this school. It was at some social function, and we were each with our spouses. Godric had been married for awhile, but I on the other hand had only been married for a month. We had each heard of the other through our work and accomplishments, and were most anxious to meet. We spent most of the night together talking about various things. I will not lie I felt more for him in the first hour that I had known him than I did for my husband. As luck would have it one year later we were thrown together in a fight against one of the darkest wizards of our time. We spent a lot of time with each other, and we fell in love. One night we gave into our carnal desires. I will never forget that night for as long as I live, for it was the night Godric became mine and I his. We have never parted since that day, and I know we never shall. He is my world. The creation of these chambers was my love's anniversary present to me, and he could not have given me a greater gift.

This is Godric, now, my love has requested that I write in this book. I feel I need to jump in during the telling of our story. My marriage was arranged, as was Rowena's, and I do not dislike my wife but I do not love her. The night I first saw Rowena I fell in love. Honestly, I did. She was beautiful that night, and I had never come across someone with so much intelligence. We were thrown together, because I requested that she be my assistant during our war. I knew as soon as she joined me that keeping my hands and my feelings to myself would be hard. I tried to think of my wife, and Rowena's husband but the more I was with her the more I fell in love. The night we confessed our love I told her I hated my wife, Elizabeth, and I knew I had met the most spectacular creature alive when she responded with, "Godric, do not hate her. It is no more her fault that you are married than it is hers. Do not waste room in your heart for hate." She became mine in the only way a woman really can that night, and I have never regretted it. I would die for her, and I my only hope is that I can make her happy.

When Minerva and Albus finished reading that part, Minerva had tears in her eyes. "Oh, Albus..."

"Indeed."

Minerva started to turn the page, but Albus' hand on hers stilled her movements. "We need our sleep, especially you, love. The book, and their story will not fade when we go to sleep. Come we should retire to our separate chambers until we can move in."

Minerva opened her mouth to protest, but Albus kissed her before she could speak. When the kiss ended Albus continued, "You will not get around me like you did earlier, Minerva. We will stop, and go to sleep. You need it, and I will not allow you to get less sleep then you already do."

"Alright, Albus, alright, but why separate quarters? Couldn't we sleep in mine or yours," continuing in a softer voice she said, "It just felt so nice, wrapped up in your embrace, and I honestly had the best night's sleep because I knew I was safe and loved." Minerva looked up at him when she finished, and saw tears in the older man's eyes.

"Of course, my love. We shall sleep in yours should your cubs need you. Come."

They left the book on the bed, and headed for Albus' room so as to floo into hers. So focused on each other neither noticed that all but two of the pictures on the wall had disappeared.

Minerva awoke the next morning to the sound of the shower running. Glancing at the clock she noticed they had three hours before breakfast, so with an impish glean in her eye Minerva entered the bathroom and began to disrobe.

Albus let out a sigh when he finished his last bit of paperwork that morning. He looked over to Fawkes, "Well, my friend, do you think Minerva would appreciate a little note while she's on her break?" Fawkes tilted his head, and chirped a happy note before flying to the back of Albus' chair. "I shall take that as a yes."

When the last student exited her classroom Minerva locked the door, and was about to grade some papers when Fawkes suddenly appeared.

"Hello, Fawkes. Does Albus need something?" After giving the bird a ginger newt Minerva opened the letter,

My love,
Consider this your first love letter! Well, from me anyway.
As to your other lovers kindly tell them you are taken, and that I would
Gladly help them look for other girls. I know love letters are supposed to
Consist of phrases like: roses pale in comparison to your lips, your eyes
Are more beautiful than the richest emeralds, or my day starts when your
Sweet, luscious, lips cover mine; but I am no poet. I fear my best is: I
Love you!
Forever yours,
Albus

P.S. My day has been great, because I had the best start to it I could.

"Oh, Albus..." As soon as she said his name aloud the floorboard flew open. Minerva looked at Fawkes as if he would know why it opened to her, and her alone. Naturally the bird had no clue, but sang a beautiful note instead. "Fawkes, return to Albus. I shall pay him a visit rather than write him."