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Minerva's Grief
Grieved
The rain peppered on Minerva but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything, she couldn't, she was too numb from the pain radiating from her broken heart. She attended Albus Dumbledore's funeral today and it devastated her. He was the one good thing in her life and now she had nothing.
She embraced the cold rain falling from the gloomy sky. It soaked through her thick robes but she paid little attention to it. Her hair had fallen from her usually strict bun but she didn't notice. She just sat there against Albus Dumbledore's tomb letting her tears run unbridled and mingle with the falling rain. She had been there since everyone left and didn't plan on leaving anytime soon. She couldn't bear the thought of leaving him especially on a night like this.
Minerva McGonagall had loved Albus Dumbledore since her first year teaching at Hogwarts. They had built a trusting friendship quickly and it had deepened with the years. Although both had hid their love for the other, they remained committed to each other. Albus, in his younger days, had been quite the ladies man but after he met Minerva he had given it all up. She had had his heart even if she didn't know it. Minerva had never settled for just any wizard and once she met Albus, she knew that no one else would ever meet her standards like he did.
The night before the students had arrived at Hogwarts for the start of term things between Albus and Minerva had changed. A bottle of brandy had accidentally been replaced with a truth potion prompting them to share their feelings with the other. Each had been surprised by the others confession but the opportunity was not wasted. They had embraced each other in a passionate kiss followed by several breathy ones. Albus had taken one look at her desire flushed face, swept her into his arms and taken her to his bed. They undressed each other and took their time exploring the other's body. The two professors had given full rein to their passion and desire that night.
Minerva had waked up in Albus' loving embrace the next morning and every night since then. She had not allowed herself to sleep since Harry had told her of Albus' death and she didn't want to anytime soon. She had enjoyed waking every morning in her lover's bed and now she would have to endure a lonely one. She didn't think she was ready for that, not now, not ever.
The rain continued to pound down around Minerva but she still refused to leave the white stone that entombed her lover. As she sat there beside of Albus' tomb she didn't notice Hagrid walking purposely across the grounds towards her. She noticed when he swept her easily into his arms but she didn't have the energy to say anything or just refused to do so. When he carried her across the grounds, she finally gave in to her exhaustion and lost consciousness.