A/N: Yes, yes, I know…it's past Valentine's Day. And I'm sorry that I couldn't update on that day. Nevertheless…here's the belated MMAD fluff! Hope you enjoy.

Minerva stretched in her feline form and presently padded down comfortably to her rooms. It was much less conspicuous for anyone to recognize her when she was transformed into her Animagi. She stifled a chuckle when two Ravenclaws hastily broke away from what evidently must have been a…erm….VERY passionate moment.

"Stop, stop, it's Mrs. Norris!"

Minerva's cat eyes crinkled slightly, but the two students didn't notice. Passing the third floor corridor, Minerva stopped and looked outside. Dusk was just setting in; a very romantic, creamy pink sunset tinged the sky. She gave herself a mental shake: she was not one for such sentimentalities. But nevertheless she sighed. Gone was another Valentine's Day…it wasn't that Minerva minded Albus being to busy to see her…it was just that once, maybe twice, she would have liked to have him to pull out of his Headmaster duties and celebrate her for who she really was…deep deep down.

Minerva felt it was safe to transform when she reached her deserted office. Straightening her glasses, Minerva fluffed herself up and murmured her password very quietly. Her portrait of, ironically, Minerva, the goddess of wisdom, smiled at her knowingly.

"Feeling Valentine blues again, my dear?"

"No," Minerva replied tersely.

"There's someone to see you. A very handsome stranger. He seemed very insistent…he's in your rooms."

"How dare you let someone in!" Minerva snarled. Her hand crept to her wand, but then she realized she was, of course, talking to a portrait."

"Oh, I couldn't resist, my dear. And I think he might alleviate your sorrow."

With that, Minerva watched her rooms open as the portrait hole swung wide. And…

"Albus!"

Minerva widened her eyes in shock and involuntarily stepped back. Her back thudded against the gold door of her room. Albus smiled lightly in greeting and crossed to where she stood.

"Hello," he whispered softly. He brought his hands to his front and a wreath of pale primroses appeared. He gently placed it around Minerva's slender neck. She gazed down at her emerald robes and started. "I could not wait to come to be with you, my dear."

"Oh no, Albus, really, green with pink? I think…"

"Yes," Albus murmured. He trapped her closer to her door and smiled wider. He could feel Minerva's heart thundering in her chest; in actual fact, she was desperately hoping that he would kiss her. Miraculously, he did. His lips caressed hers and she stiffened slightly in surprise. But nevertheless she wrapped her arms around him, albeit tentatively at first. The flowers were crushed between them, but neither noticed.

"Minerva, my darling….my love," Albus said huskily. "Were you sulking today?"

"No," she murmured, smiling radiantly at him.

"You are SUCH a bad fibber, sweetheart," Albus countered. He caressed her soft skin and sent her a small, knowing smile. Minerva recognized that familiar expression: it was the look that got them into several…close shaves with the rest of the staff.

"You are just too good with Legilimency, Al," Minerva shot back, refusing to back down. But her face softened into loveliness as she brought her cool fingertips to his lips.

"Mmmm…I won several awards at school for that, Minerva. And then I won you."

Albus grinned at her intimately. Kissing the tip of her nose lightly, Albus wordlessly started Rachmaninoff's 2nd piano concerto and Minerva breathed in quickly. How sweet of him to remember her favorite classical music...especially today. Albus briefly let her go to bow gallantly. He extended his hand and Minerva wordlessly laced her slender fingers through his. A smile trembled on her lips; she blinked back happy tears.

The last pale streaks of gold disappeared over the horizon as Albus kept holding his Minerva in his arms, kept holding her…forever.

A/N: Like it? Dislike it? Too sweet? Please do let me know.