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Remus Lupin meets with Albus Dumbledore to discuss the role of Dark creatures in the war against Voldemort. But the meeting turns into something more personal to Remus' heart. This is my second story. A one-shot OotP spoiler. PG just to be safe. NO SLASH!

And I just posted my third story, A Blissful Sleep. This would be a story for all you readers out there that love father-son relationship stories about Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore. The summary...

After a particularly rough night of answering letters from the ministry, Severus Snape is worn out and exhausted. He finds comfort in the care of a certain headmaster. Kind of a long one-shot. Meant to be like a father-son relationship. NO SLASH!

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Chapter 7: So Much For Sleeping In

Albus Dumbledore woke up wrapped in warmth. Although he did not open his eyes, he could sense that it was very dark. He was wondering if he should go back to sleep when he realized that someone was stroking his hair.

Dumbledore opened his eyes and saw Minerva McGonagall staring back at him. "Good morning, Minerva," he whispered hoarsely. "It is morning, right?"

"Yes, Albus. It's five thirty."

"My goodness, you're up early," said the headmaster, closing his eyes.

"Are you still tired?" asked McGonagall.

"A little. Most of my headache's gone, but my back and neck still hurt."

"Well, I can fix that." McGonagall pulled back the sheets so that Dumbledore was uncovered from the waist up and began to massage his shoulders. This caused the headmaster to let out the smallest of pleasure-filled groans. McGonagall smiled. "Easy to please, are we?"

"Mmmm."

"You know, a lot of members from the Order came up to your office yesterday."

"I never knew I was so popular."

"I would expect nothing less from the greatest wizard of the age."

"If I'm the greatest wizard of the age, why am I bedridden right now?"

"Oh, come on, Albus. We all have our off days."

"I suppose you're right. Did I get any mail yesterday?"

"Only a letter from Kingsley."

"Just the one?"

"And he said a reply wasn't necessary."

"Are you sure that was the only one?"

"And a note from Alastor."

"Okay. Nothing else?"

"Positive."

"You didn't burn any letters I might have gotten?"

McGonagall laughed. "No."

"This must be a dream. A very good dream."

"I can assure you that this is real."

"Well, then that's wonderful." The headmaster snuggled closer to the pillow he was hugging.

McGonagall smiled. "Do you want anything to eat?"

"No, thank you."

"Are you sure, Albus? You didn't eat anything yesterday."

"I haven't eaten anything since breakfast on Saturday."

"Even more so, you should eat something."

"I can't, Minerva. I don't think I'd be able to keep anything down right now."

"Well, then what about something to drink? Tea, perhaps?"

"No, thank you; I think it would be best if I just stayed here."

"All right, but promise me that you'll eat something later."

"Okay, I'll eat whatever the house-elves bring up."

"What if they bring up chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy?"

"That sounds nice. As long as it's not a setup for an army."

"What if they bring up chocolate chip cookies, blueberry pies, and strawberry tarts? Or ice cream decorated to look like a cat?"

Dumbledore laughed. "That's even better. What kind of ice cream?"

"Mint Chocolate Chip."

"That would be great."

"It's one of my favorites."

"Mine too. Although if Severus were here, he would want Jamocha Almond Fudge."

"Oh, but he is here. Remus too."

Dumbledore opened his eyes briefly to find three squashy sofas surrounding his bed, two of them occupied by Remus and the Potions Master. He closed his eyes and chuckled. "I didn't know I had bodyguards."

"Well, someone has to keep an eye on you!" They both laughed.

They sat in silence, McGonagall still rubbing his back. By the time she had finished massaging Dumbledore's back, there was a faint glow on the horizon. Then she started to massage his neck. "Don't do that," he protested weakly as he squirmed slightly. "I'll fall asleep."

"Well, goodness knows you could do with some more sleep," she said. She kissed him on the cheek, but did not stop rubbing his neck.

Dumbledore smiled. "You're too good to me, Minerva."

It was McGonagall's turn to smile. "I think I could say the same thing about you, Albus."

They sat in silence until the headmaster's breathing began to slow, and McGonagall knew he had fallen asleep again. As she pulled the sheets back up to his neck, Remus and Snape began to stir. Remus sat up and stretched. "Good morning, Minerva. How is the headmaster?"

"He's still a bit tired, but most of his headache's gone. He just needs to rest more. But, my goodness, you two are up early," said McGonagall.

"Look who's talking." Snape opened his eyes and sat up, flinching slightly as his back cracked. "What time is it?" he asked.

McGonagall looked at the clock. "Six forty."

Snape groaned and let his body drop back onto the sofa. "Well," he said, "so much for sleeping in."

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