Disclaimer: I own nothing of the characters...The following story mostly contains figments of my imagination.
Background Info: AD/MM, set in before HP series times. It's actually a Harry Potter version of a book that I've always liked.
A Kiss... Is It All That's Meant to Be?
Prologue
Ever since Professor Dumbledore was injured, I was assigned to help him recover, being that he's my thesis advisor, the holder of my grades and all. It's been three weeks so far, and it's my last night at the Professor's quarters.
"Minerva...Please, come here...I need your help," Dumbledore called softly. I rushed to his side and found him stifling a giggle.
"Please don't do that Sir. Although some people might find it amusising, others actually care for your safety," I answered haughtily.
"Oh, but my dear Minerva, I DO believe my safety is in jeopardy. You see, I'll miss seeing you around here once I'm all better--it'll dampen my spirits as well as my health."
"Honestly, Professor! It won't be that bad...Other people will catch up with you, so you'll have to find time to miss ME, of all the others."
"Trust me, I will. On another thought, when, Miss McGonagall, are you going to find it easier to call me by name, hmm? I think you've known me quite well enough to do so..."
"Well, Professor, I don't call you by your first name because I DON'T think I've known you well enough...yet. Stop trying to stay up late and get to bed now."
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey."
"Very funny," I chuckled a bit. He laid beneath the cover, awaiting my further instructions. I smiled. "Good night, Albus," I whispered. I hope he didn't notice. He closed his eyes as I kissed him softly. What? I drew back quickly as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Minerva, no, wai--"
"I-I have to go." I turned swiftly and shut the door, leaving a confused Transfigurations Professor behind.