Ceilidh

A/n: Thank you for all the lovely reviews I am recieving for this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I am enjoying writing the dance lessons.Thanks to Miss Ang for being my beta.

Chapter Four: The Gay Gordon's

It had been three nights since Minerva had started teaching Albus the traditional Ceilidh dances. She had been pleased with his commitment and he was putting all his effort into it. He was a patient student who would listen intently to her as she gave him the instructions and watch her as she gave him examples. They had concentrated on the Highland Barn Dance for three evenings and now Minerva thought it best to teach Albus a new dance.

Their dance lesson had been arranged for seven in the evening again but this time they would be dancing in the Headmaster's office. He was waiting for Alastor Moody to report to him and the fireplace in Albus' office was more secure, less chance of anyone accidentally or purposely overhearing their conversation. She was sitting in his chair waiting for him to arrive. He had told her that he was going to go down and speak with Severus Snape and he wouldn't be long. That had been nearly half an hour ago. Minerva had rearranged the furniture twice and was now absent-mindedly feeding Fawkes sherbet lemons.

The door opened and in walked Albus. He was carrying a large collection of books that varied in shapes and sizes. Before Minerva could warn him, Albus dropped the books and instead of landing on the desk like they should have done, they landed on the floor with a thud.

"Where did the table go?" he asked confused as he looked down at the books before bending down to pick them up.

"I moved it over to the corner so we could have room to dance!" she told him as she got up from his chair and went to help him pick up the books.

Albus and Minerva carried the books over to where the table was now positioned and placed them down. It was only when they were on the table that Minerva could read the titles. She couldn't help but smile as she read the titles. Each of the books had a Scottish theme. Amongst the books there were, A Beginners Guide to Gaelic, A Guide to Highland Wear and an A to Z guide of Scottish food.

"Albus," she said with a smile "are you doing all this for me?"

He nodded and then smiled as he drew her into his arms. "I want to make you proud!"

"You already do darling," she said before kissing him gently on the lips. "You are doing so well, love."

"Really?" he asked in amazement.

"Yes, so well in fact," she told him "we are going to tackle a new dance this evening."

Albus smiled. He had been pestering her all day by constantly asking if they were going to tackle a new dance. She had wanted to surprise him and so she told him that they weren't. She had seen his disappointment but knew that it wouldn't last for long as she had agreed to have a sherbet lemon.

"So, what are we learning tonight?" he asked.

"The Gay Gordon's!" she replied as she led him into the center of the room. "It's a little harder than the Barn Dance and we won't add the complication of music till you have mastered some of the moves."

She felt and noticed Albus relax a bit. She knew that he hated putting the dance moves he had learned to music because that was always when he encountered trouble. He found the music moved too fast and he couldn't keep up with it. He would trip over his feet or forget what he was supposed to be doing. She turned around to look at him and cupping his face in her hands she pulled his face down towards hers and kissed him softly. Her hands dropped from his cheeks and wound around his neck loosely as she deepened the kiss. She felt his arms tighten around her waist and once again they were lost in a kiss. The need to breathe broke them apart and Minerva fiddled with his beard before looking up at him with flushed cheeks. She loved to get caught up in his kisses.

"Do you kiss all your students like that?" asked Albus with a smile.

"Only special ones," she answered before winking at him. "Right, stand behind me and give me your right hand."

Albus moved around so that he was behind her and tapped her bottom playfully before offering her his right hand. She placed it on her shoulder before reaching up with her own hand to take his hand. Their hands were joined over her shoulder. Once she had secured that position, she reached for his left hand and brought it past her waist so their left hands joined at the front.

"We start off with the right foot and take four steps forward," she explained. They moved together and then Minerva felt a piecing pain on the back of her ankle because Albus had taken a to big of a step and caught her skin. "Ouch!"

"Sorry!" he apologized profusely before suggesting that maybe he should take his shoes off.

Minerva accepted his apology, though she told him there was no need for one as it had been an accident. They got back into formation and retraced the steps she had already told him and this time, he didn't graze her back of her ankle with his shoe.

"Once we have taken the four steps," she continued, "we pivot on the spot and then take four steps back."

It took a number of attempts to get Albus to pivot correctly. He kept over spinning and getting dizzy. She told him to concentrate on one spot as he pivoted and he answered her back by saying that he was watching her but she kept moving as well. Once Albus had grown accustomed to being able to pivot by himself, they then tried to pivot together but this didn't run smoothly either as they kept bumping into one another. They spent a good half an hour on pivoting before trying the dance steps again. Albus was still having trouble with the pivoting but Minerva decided to tackle the next part of the dance and then go back to troublesome part.

"We repeat exactly what we have just done but this time, in the opposite direction," she explained as she led him through the moves across the office floor.

"Now we drop our left hands and raise our right hands above my head," she said as she raised her hand and Albus let go of her right hand. "Albus you keep hold of my right hand and I pivot under."

"Do I have to pivot?" he asked. He had felt rather ill after spending a long time spinning around.

"No, just me darling!" she said as she pivoted under their hands. "And then we polka around the room."

Once they had walked through the dance several times, Minerva decided that they should call it a night. Albus was looking weary and in need of a good hot chocolate and she needed a cup of tea. They rearranged the furniture to how it was before and then settled down on the couch together. Albus was sitting up while Minerva was leaning against him. They enjoyed this quiet time together after every dance session and they slipped into a comfortable silence, just enjoying one another's company. They would share tender kisses and soft touches before Minerva would have to excuse herself and go back to her rooms.

"Good night, love," she whispered as she kissed him on the lips. "You are my number one student."

"I do try," he replied with a smile. "Sleep tight my dear and I'll see you in the morning."

To be continued