A/N: Posting this ficlet because it's finals week for me, an immensely stressful time, and also nearly my birthday. :D

Sunshine streamed copiously through Minerva's windows. However, she was never going to enjoy the first warm day of summer. Though the grounds were silent, as every other student was studying feverishly for finals, the birds kept a chirping racket going on outside her window. Minerva gritted her teeth and swept to her glass-paned windows to slam the windows shut.

Tension had taken its toll on Minerva; she already had a pounding migraine and the daunting stack of ungraded fourth year essays lay haphazardly on her desk. Minerva usually was not one to make a mess her office: that role, she had firmly told herself, belonged to her husband. But today was the exception. After hearing that Malfoy boy taunt Miss Granger endlessly, and watching her prize student run away in tears, Minerva had to breathe deeply and tell herself that much as she would have desired, punching a Slytherin was strictly out of protocol for a Professor.

"Why in Merlin's name did I want to teach irritating children for?"

"Because you were my top choice for the job and favorite," a familiar voice said quietly from behind.

Minerva whirled around and glared into Albus' twinkling eyes.

"You startled me, Albus" she replied crossly, sinking down wearily in her chair. She dipped her quill in emerald ink and scrawled a spiky, grudging "A" on Ron Weasley's paper.

"Your eyes startled me from the first day I met you," Albus returned gallantly. Minerva rolled her eyes and passed on to the next essay.

"Albus, really, why are you trying to woo me still? We've been married for such a long time."

"And you're still as beautiful, if not more so."

"Thank you, you old coot."

Minerva sighed and rested her head on her hands. Albus took a seat across from her; the seat, he noticed, was one that Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley occupied most frequently when they visited her office.

"Why don't you take a break, Minerva?" Albus offered.

"I can't. I have…"

"Class?"

"Yes," Minerva agreed wistfully. She glanced outside at the cerulean blue sky. "Class starts in ten minutes."

"Well, in that case…"

Albus brought his hands from behind his back and produced a bouquet of early summer roses. Minerva's eyes widened in shock and then warmed in pleasure. Truly, he was such a darling.

"Albus! Why…they're lovely."

"Your favorite, I know. You are my wife after all…and we have been married for a long time, as you've said."

A small smile curved Minerva's thin lips and she charmed a vase to put the flowers in.

"Thank you, Albus."

Albus kissed Minerva gently on the forehead, on her eyelids, and finally, ever so gently, on her lips.

"Good luck with the rest of your grading, my darling. Don't work too hard."

"I…mmmm"

The rest of her sentence was muffled as Albus chuckled and kissed Minerva once more, a deeper, lingering kiss.

A/N: -giggles- well, how'd you like it? Please review. Thank you!