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AND NOW... THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR....
Chapter Three, Wednesday:
Of course Albus and Minerva had their jobs to do, but in their spare time, they rather enjoyed themselves.
Minerva spent most of her time cleaning. She liked to clean. It gave her exercise, it was enertaining yet relaxing at the same time, and was very fulfilling; to see a room that was messy then when it was clean be able to look back at a job well done. She found that she rather liked the fact that Albus was so messy. It gave her someone to clean up after!
She had a great deal more spare time than Albus had, and so while waiting around in his office for something to do, she meandered into Albus' bedroom and immediately brightened up. There was lots of cleaning to do in there!
She started right away, organizing and cleaning everything she could get her hands on.
She'd only been working for about 15 minutes when she heard the distant sound of someone knocking on Albus' office door.
"Come in!" she called, smoothing Albus' bedspread.
She heard the door open and close,and then the sound of Severus Snape's voice saying: "Headmaster?"
"In here!" Minerva called cheerily, pulling a balled up sock out of the bed covers and frowning at it.
Severus came wandering into the room, looking around in wonder and the sparkling, shiny clean room.
"Yes, Severus?"
Severus looked up. "It's my lunch break; I thought I might come for a visit."
Minerva smiled at him. "Well, I love visitors." She turned to put something on a bookshelf.
Severus opened his mouth as if to say something, then stopped. He opened his mouth again. "Are you alright, headmaster?"
Minerva started rolling and color coding Albus' socks, which wasn't easy, since many of them were multicolored.
"Yes of course I am, why?"
"It's just...you're acting very strange." Severus paused for a moment. "Are you in love?"
Minerva stopped short. "Why on earth would you think a thing like that?"
"You just seem very...giddy," said Severus, studying her.
Minerva laughed nervously. "Must be the lemon drops," she said.
Severus wasn't inclined to believe that.
On Albus' lunch break, he went into Minerva's rooms and read. She had some very interesting books. That day, for the first time, he read a romance novel. He had no idea that 'strict' Minerva read things like that.He also found some historical books, but most of them he'd already read.
One most interesting book, was his own auto-biography, signed and illustrated,the leather hard bound, deluxe, limited collectors edition. The one he knew cost quite a few galleons.He hadn't thought to give her that one. It was on her 'most prized books shelf.' The one that was reserved for her absolute most favorite books. He felt ver honored.
He pulled the book off of the shelf and opened it. He took a quill, and in Minerva's own hand, penned a short note, that should she read it, only she would understand. He closed the book and put it back on the shelf, a secret smile on Minerva's face.
Later that evening, Minerva walked up to her rooms and knocked on the door. She had decided to walk Albus, er, herself to dinner. She also wanted to see how Albus was treating her room.
Albus opened the door and started with surprise.
"Minerva!"
She gave him a look.
"Er, Albus." He stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him. "What do I owe this honor to?"
Minerva had tried to peek over his shoulder into her room, but gave up when he closed the door. "I came to walk you to dinner."
Albus smiled. "Good."
They started walking towards the great hall, and Albus turned to Minerva. "How was your day?"
Minerva waved a hand. "Alright. I spent most of it cleaning."
Albus looked horrified. "Cleaning?!" he exclaimed. "How awful!"
Minerva rolled her eyes.
As they walked down the hallway, they continued conversing, not noticing the people they were passing.
"That's not true, Minerva," Albus argued, "I have lots of work to do, I don't just sit around all day!"
Hermione, Ron and Harry, who were walking by, stopped short.
"Did Professor McGonagall just call Dumbledore herself?" Ron asked incredulously.
"Maybe they're playing some sort of game," said Harry, his brow furrowed.
"Something very strange is going on," said Hermione finally. "And I intent to find out what it is."
"Oh come on Hermione," said Ron. "You're always telling us to mind OUR own business."
"I have to go to the library," Hermione said, ignoring Ron, even though what he said was true.She turned on her heel and ran towards the library.
"Girls!" said Ron. "What hypocrites!"
Harry smiled. "What do you think is wrong with McGonagall and Dumbledore?" he asked.
Ron shrugged. "I have no idea. Unless maybe they're trying to trick someone...or confuse them."
They headed towards the Great Hall, neither one realizing how close Ron was to the truth.
In the Great Hall, Albus and Minerva sat next to each other in their regular chairs. Minerva, forgetting that she had to start the meal, hummed as she unfolded her napkin.
Albus looked at her. He looked at the other teachers and students who were waiting to begin their dinner.
He nudged her. "Minerva!" he hissed loudly, drawing attention to him.
Minerva looked at him questioningly, then remembered she was supposed to start dinner.
Poppy Pomfrey looked at Pomona Sprout, her eyes wide.
"Did Minerva just call Albus...Minerva?" Poppy whispered.
Snape, who heard her, leaned over. "You should have seen the headmaster today...he was positively silly!"
Albus in Minerva's body heard them, and his eyes widened. He leaned towards Minerva. "Albus!" he whispered, paniced. "I'll meet you in your office after dinner, we need to talk!"
Minerva raised an eyebrow at him, but nodded.
After dinner, like planned, they met in Albus' office to talk. Albus sat in his chair and folded his hand, feeling small in the big chair. He reached into the drawer, pulled out a lemon drop, and popped it in his mouth. As he sucked, he looked around the room. He frowned.
"You really did clean everything, didn't you?"
Minerva nodded happily. "I'm glad you're so messy Albus. I might take to cleaning your office regularly-I can always count on it to be a mess."
She sat down in the chair across from Albus. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Oh right." Albus leaned forward, Minerva's unpinned hair brushing the desktop."I heard Poppy, Pomona and Severus talking about us tonight at the dinner table.They're starting to get suspicious."
Minerva shrugged. "We'll just have to try harder, won't we?"
Albus nodded. "I suppose so. Especially with what we call each other."
Minerva, who didn't really seem to worried, shrugged again. "What you say, you mean.No one's heard me."
"Yet," said Albus.
They then moved onto a lighter topic, and after that, started a game of chess.
Minerva stared at the chessboard, Albus' tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth.
Albus watched her, a smile on his face. She was beautiful. Not the body she was in, but HER.
Albus felt his heart surge and felt such a love that he could barely contain it inside. He was starting to understand. Understand Minerva in a way he never had before. He understood that no matter what she looked like on the outside, she would always be the wonderful woman that he loved.
He studied her; noticed the way she handled his body, almost as if she had been born in it. Saw how she took a bad situation and took charge; making it as best as she could. HE was still floundering in her body, extremely uncomfortable.
But she...She was beautiful.
"Albus!"
"What?" he asked, startled.
"It's your move."
"Oh." Albus studied the chessboard.
Minerva smiled and shook her head. Albus got distracted so easily, even in her body.She looked at him and smiled again. Albus had taken her body and let down her hair, walked around in her bare feet, dressed in clothes she would never have worn...He was so cute! He would reach up to rub his chin, and when he didnt feel his beard, for a split second he would stop, his eyes wide. Then he would go back to whatever he was doing. Minerva tried to supress a laugh. Sometimes she loved Albus so much she could hug him and squeeze him and call him George!
Albus looked up then, and met her eyes. They both stopped. They both blinked at the same, and pictures flickered through both of their minds. Albus on a tricycle, Minerva turning into a cat for the first time, the two of them at a teacher's meeting. They blinked again, and for a split second they were back in their original bodies. Minerva was looking at Albus in Albus' body, and Albus was looking at Minerva in Minerva's body. Then they were back again.
Grey-blue eyes met brown. Eyes that lied about who was inside.
Minerva slowly reached her hand out, and Albus touched it. Their eyes squeezed shut as if a jolt had passed through their two bodies, and suddenly, they saw together two roses, one red, and one white, entertwined together, in full bloom and thornless.
Then it was gone, and all that was left was the warmth of their hands pressed together in the still and silent office.
"What happened?" Minerva whispered, afraid to speak.
Albus stared at her, wide-eyed. "I have no idea."
They were silent for a moment.
Albus awkwardly took his hand away from Minerva's. Uh, his.
For some reason they ddn't want to discuss what had happened, though it was on both of their minds.
"Your turn," said Albus, clearing his throat.
Minerva found it hard to concentrate on the game, but she made her move, promising herself, that the first chance she got she would do some research in the library.
Meanwhile, Hermione was doing just that. She had gone straight to the pschological part of the library, and looked at book after book, looking for anything that described Dumbledore and McGonagall's behavior. "This doesn't make any sense!" She finally said to herself, frustrated.
"It's not a good thing to talk to yourself you know," said a voice from behind her.
Hermione jumped and turned around to see Ron standing behind her. "Ron! What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you," he said. "You missed dinner, and I thought I ought to let you know it's almost time to go to bed."
"Oh." She rubbed her eyes. "I am a little tired."
Ron sat down beside her. "Have you discovered any clues about Dumbledore and-"
"No," she said. "Not at all. There's nothing to describe their behavior."
Ron picked up one of the books she had been looking at."Maybe you're looking in the wrong section."
Hermione felt irritated. "Where else is there to look, Ron?"
Ron shrugged. "The magical psychology maybe. You're coming with me, right?" He stood up.
Hermione looked surprised. "Uh...I don't know. I think I should look around a little longer."
Ron sighed and walked over to her chair. He took her bag and slung it over her shoulder and grabbing her arm, pulled her out of her chair. "It's not a school assignment, Hermione, you can look tomorrow."
Surprisingly, Hermione let Ron pull her up and they walked out of the library together, both thoughtful.
