"Albus, I am absolutely appalled with you."

"Why, my darling?"

"Valentine's Day has come and gone again…and how many pounds of chocolate have you consumed during this time?"

"Oh-ah…er…quite a few…"

"Yes, quite a few. Would you mind picking up that empty box of Bertie Botts' Every Flavor Beans for me?"

Albus stared at Minerva for a brief moment before sighing and heaving himself up. He bent down…down…he silently cursed the width of his abdominal circumference. He jerked up again, flushed.

"Here, my love."

Minerva pursed her lips and took the box from him. She went back to cleaning her husband's messy office. Her slender frame seemed even more sylph-like compared to Albus' new flabby look. He pouted, but suddenly was struck by an idea. He walked over to her and pulled the Droobles wrapper from her. She started in surprise.

"Minerva, I can't help it if witches admire me from all over England. As I recall…one particular witch sent me a very nice box of Honeydukes chocolates. I still have her present. I couldn't bear eating it all alone; I must share after all."

Albus grinned cheekily and tilted his head to look at Minerva. Her brow furrowed and she shook her head.

"I am glad to hear that you enjoyed my Valentine present…but really, now that I should have realized…"

"Would you object if I offered you some wonderful chocolates now?"

Minerva took his hands in hers and softly rubbed circles into his skin. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"Well…I suppose…"

"Minerva, I haven't thanked you properly for your lovely present. So shall I now?"

Albus nudged his lips tenderly against hers. Minerva smiled against his mouth and ducked her head. As she straightened his cushions, he said:

"You know, dear, some people call individuals in my state as…er…having "love handles."

"Well, Al, I love your love handles, but it really doesn't suit you very well. You looked…handsomer when you were leaner. I shall have to now put you on a strict diet."

Albus gaped at her, silently deflating. He hadn't reckoned on that.

"A…a what?"

"A diet, Al," Minerva said crisply. She looked at him shrewdly. "It would do you good."

"No…chocolate?" Albus replied in a tiny voice. His lower lip trembled.

"None," she replied smartly. Then she noticed Albus' crestfallen face. She crossed over to him and touched his cheek lightly.

"It won't be that bad. It's only for a little while…and it would probably help you lessen your sweet tooth."

"My love handles…" he murmured feebly.

Minerva chuckled.

"Don't get too attached to them, my dear."

A/N: I just had a weird dream of Albus looking like a chubby-wubby Santa Claus. xD And lo and behold this little oneshot bloomed. Please review and I will share some chocolates with you (virtual chocolates, I'm afraid)!