"Albus, it's your turn."
"Huh?"
"You're in check, Al. Please do haste and save your poor king from my queen's wrath."
"Oh. Right. Bishop to…um…C8."
"Are you sure, Albus?"
"Uh…yes. Fairly sure."
Minerva smiled cheekily. Albus found himself staring at her rosebud lips again.
"Knight to C8."
"Aahh, Minerva. Your brilliance…"
"Thank you, Al. Check."
Albus groaned. "Pawn to D7. Happy?"
"Delighted, Headmaster."
"I'm afraid I'll have to concede the match to you soon, dear."
"Over my dead chess pieces, Al." She smiled again; oh, the pout of her lips was adorable, Albus noted.
Albus leaned over the chess board, trying to pass off his closer proximity to her as a careful study of the chess board. He inched over slightly; Minerva eyed him curiously. He attempted to slide closer, but lost his balance. The chess board crashed to the floor, the pieces squeaked indignantly.
"Oh, Minerva! I'm so sorry…"
"You concede the point then, Headmaster?"
"I…yes…I….what?"
"I would have won anyway, Albus."
"What makes you say that?" Albus replied defensively, staring at her perfect lips again.
"Your attention has been clearly elsewhere tonight throughout the entire chess game."
Albus cringed. Had he been so obvious?
"I'm sorry if I offended you, Minerva," he said, blushing furiously.
"Why, Albus?"
"I never gave you a kiss good luck, my love."
"Well, we'll remedy that, shan't we?"
Minerva leaned over and brushed her lips chastely against his.
"Do I still suffer the wrath of my queen?"
Minerva gave him a glowing smile; her eyes sparkled.
"Oh no, I think not, Albus. You're far too…innocent.
A/N: Oh, Minerva… No wonder Albus is so in love with you. Please review!