I don't own J.K. Rowling's characters or ideas; I just twist and manipulate them to attain a certain amount of satisfaction.
Thank yous go out to kidarock for reading and reviewing (I think they're the only two people to have read my story, come to think of it!). Glad you like the prize! Sorry for not getting this up sooner!
As for anyone else: read kidarock's stories! They kick bottom!
Chapter Two
Albus walked slowly down the corridor to Minerva's quarters, almost regretting the thought of putting her unconscious form down. Despite the smell of champagne clinging to her person, Minerva seemed to be sleep as opposed to being drunk in an alcohol-induced coma.
Minerva stirred. "Mmmm…" was all that she said, but not a moment later, she started mumbling something into the Headmaster's chest. Albus craned his head closer to hear what she was saying. "Hot cocoa, Albus? Why not…ginger…newts…too…"
As Albus reached the door to the Transfiguration teacher's room, he couldn't help but sigh. "Ah, Minerva. This is where I take my leave of you. If only I could-" Albus stifled a huge yawn as he opened the door to Minerva's rooms. "If only I could help you prevent tomorrow's inevitable hangover, but I doubt anyone will have the time, capacity, or desire to make any tomorrow." Albus placed Minerva on her bed, and covered his mouth in time for another yawn. "Well, I can still try to make you comfortable," was all he said while pulling a comforter over his best friend.
"Perhaps we could play a game of chess tomorrow? I doubt that you'll be able to concentrate on the board, judging on how much you drank tonight!" I could do with some cocoa, but I think I'll lay down for a bit first. Albus yawned and stretched, surveying Minerva as she slept. She really is a wonderful woman, I'm glad to know her… was the last thought in his head as he drifted into his dream world.
The first thing Minerva felt was a solid warmth against her back, then hair tickling her cheek. She rolled over to find herself in the arms of Albus Dumbledore. She knew she should get up, but he was just so comfortable! I should get up, what is Albus doing in my bed? Not that I mind, of course.
Her musings were interrupted as a migraine dashed through her head and settled like a rain cloud over her thoughts. Oh, I hate hangovers! Why did I have to drink so much? That was stupid, nobody likes hangovers! I still shouldn't have drunk so much last night.
Author's Note:
Well? How d'ya like it? I don't think that I'm that good at writing MMAD, but I do enjoy that pairing quite a bit!
I would like to clear some things up about the story while I'm here. The story is set before Harry Potter, but after the Mauraders Era. Professor Snape has been teaching for a few years, but Madame Hooch was just hired that summer. Madame Hooch isn't a Madame (she's unmarried), see the story that I'll be putting up after this one if you're interested. You'll know which one it is from the description. See the next story after that one if you want to know how Hooch got gray hair; her hair is black for the beginning of this story, but the ending of the story might take place during the Golden Trio's years at Hogwarts, I haven't really decided yet.
The next chapter goes back to the night of the Staff Party, with Severus and Rolanda. See ya there!