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Chapter 8: Please
Albus Dumbledore knocked on the door of one Minerva McGonagall, his Deputy headmistress. A strict, stern Transfigurations professor. The woman of his dreams. How he longed to take her in his arms, to stroke her soft black hair, and to tell her how much he loved her. And oh, how he loved her! As one of the wizarding world's greatest assets, he often got lost in the stress and pressure placed on him in the form of Cornelius Fudge, the Ministry of Magic, and Voldemort. There were many times this year where he wanted to give up on the ministry and the war and just go to sleep, but Minerva had always provided him with an outlet for his stress. She was the one that knew his deepest secrets and his greatest desires. He secretly prided himself on knowing some of her secrets and desires like how she knew his, but he wanted to know more about her. She had his attention, his interest, and his heart. He wanted to be the one that could always make her laugh, always comfort her during hard times, and always protect her from her fears.
"Come in."
Dumbledore smiled. He always enjoyed listening to her sweet voice. The headmaster pushed open the door and saw McGonagall sitting at her desk, pouring over a thick stack of essays. "Good evening, Minerva, my dear," he said. He swept behind her desk and planted a kiss on her cheek, causing her to blush furiously. "I hope you can spare a moment out of your busy schedule for a wanted nutcase."
"Of course I can spare a moment for you, Albus!" said the Transfigurations teacher. "And you're not rightfully wanted. You've been falsely accused of some ludicrous crime, and you know it! "
"Be that as it may, my dear, I'm still a nutcase."
"Nonsense! Unless of course you're referring to the fact that you're a genius."
"You flatter me, Minerva," said Dumbledore, plopping uncharacteristically onto the couch in front of the fire. "Would you happen to know what time it is?" He stretched and yawned, falling onto his side.
"It's twelve-twenty. Speaking of which, we should go check on Severus."
"I did," said the headmaster, closing his eyes. "I went to go see if he ate anything."
"And?"
"And he was gone."
"What?!?!"
"I'm sure he was called to a meeting."
"And he went in his condition?"
"I know; I'm worried too. Aberforth threatened to kick me out of his house because I was pacing so much."
"We should go check on him!"
"I don't think he'll be back yet. Besides, I asked one of the house-elves to alert me when Severus returns."
"But it's late, Albus," said McGonagall. "He could be back by now."
"Just give me five more minutes."
"What?"
"Minerva, I'm tired. I think I might have slept for six hours total this week, at most. Just give me five more minutes. Your couch is so nice and soft."
"Oh, come on, Albus – " she began as she grabbed his wrist and attempted to pull him up.
"Please?"
"Albus – "
"Please?"
"Albus – "
"Please?"
"Really, now – "
"Please?" Dumbledore shifted slightly, and in doing so, pulled McGonagall down so that she was sitting on the hearth rug.
The Transfigurations teacher was about to object again, but she glanced at the headmaster's face and saw the deep shades of purple under his eyes. She hesitated slightly before running her fingers down the side of his face. He opened his eyes to reveal his two blue twinkling orbs. Her heart melted every time the headmaster looked at her. She could get lost in those shimmering eyes. She could float on a cloud if she wanted to. She could do anything she wanted as long as those eyes gazed upon her.
"All right," she said, summoning an extra pillow from her rooms. "We'll wait here if you're sure the house-elves will come to notify us."
"Dobby seemed very enthusiastic about taking up the job."
"Okay, then. Lift your head."
Dumbledore did as he was told, and McGonagall slipped the pillow under his head. "Thank you, my dear," sighed the headmaster, happily. "You're too good to me."
The Transfigurations teacher smiled and placed a kiss on Dumbledore's cheek. I think it's the other way around, Albus. "Sweet dreams," she said as she sat on the couch next to him and began to stroke his hair. After a few moments, the headmaster's breathing slowed, and McGonagall knew he had fallen asleep.
The Transfigurations teacher picked up one of Dumbledore's hands and caressed it in her own. She traced the lines on his skin with a slender finger. He had nice hands. They were soft and gentle, but McGonagall could also tell that they were strong. She brought his hand up to her face and pressed it against her cheek. It was warm, but not too warm. She brought it down slowly, letting the headmaster's fingers brush against her face. "Oh, Albus," she whispered softly, "if only you knew how much I love you."
McGonagall leaned forward and kissed Dumbledore on the cheek again. Leaning back, she felt the warmth of the fire wash over herself, and it was not long after that she also fell into a blissful sleep.
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