Even though most people, professors included, would be leisurely resting and enjoying the Christmas holidays, Minerva McGonagall was not most people. She had shut herself in her office for the better part of the day and immersed herself in grading third year essays. Outside, the snow drifted thickly and the muffled laughter of students, muted slightly by the wind and thick walls of the castle, reached Minerva's keen ears. Then, she found herself scowling and turning her head to the sound of insistent "mumph, mumph" against her window.

She then unwillingly dragged herself up from her chair and peered into the frosted window. Just as she was about to open her window and bellow rudely to the unfortunate person standing right below, a good pumpkin-sized snowball whacked her full-on.

Spluttering and angrier than she had ever been, Minerva pointed her wand at her throat and amplified her voice.

"ALBUS, YOU IDIOT! ARE YOU MAD?"

She resolidified the snow dripping off her face and launched the snowball right back at Albus, who was laughing merrily. Hastily stopping and swerving around to dodge the flying chunk of ice, Albus regained his breath and twinkled up at Minerva.

"My dear, come outside and enjoy the winter wonderland!"

Minerva snarled under her breath.

"I'm trying to work, Albus! Will you kindly…!"

Another snowball came whizzing up her window. She slammed the window shut but the snowball came sailing through the glass anyway.

"Stop it!"

Albus grinned mischievously.

"Come down, Minerva, my love. It's more fun to play down here."

Minerva growled and snatched up her tartan muffler and earmuffs, forgetting her coat.

In record time, Minerva swept downstairs and through the heavy oaken doors to the snow-covered Quidditch pitch.

She immediately bent down and shaped an enormous snowball, aiming and launching it at Albus' head. Inwardly, she thanked Merlin the students had left and it was only the two of them.

Albus laughed at her and disappeared with a swish of his robes. Minerva's keen feline instinct told her he was right behind her. She whipped around and brought her snow-filled hands to his face, grinning as his face now dripped with snow.

"There. That's payback for what you did," Minerva declared.

Her ivory skin glowed in the winter sunlight and Albus found himself cupping her hands in his warm ones and bringing the former pair closer to his lips. He brushed his lips lightly against her cold skin as she watched him with a half-smile on her face. The feeling of his warm minty cocoa-scented breath on her skin sent tingles up her spine. That was when she realized she had left her coat in her office. She shivered and instinctively reached for her wand. Before she completed the complex figure-eight movement for a Warming Spell, she felt her wand being taken from her grip and tossed into the snow.

Albus pulled her closer and rested his head against hers.

"I see that you forgot your coat, my dear. We can't have the Deputy Headmistress falling ill with a cold now, can we?"

"I was just about to cast a Warming Charm on myself, Albus."

"Oh, but where's the fun in that?"

"It would give me a chance to practice my spell work."

Albus tightened his hold around her slightly and bent his head to kiss the small snow flurries lining her eyelashes.

"You flirt, Albus," Minerva snapped, but she was smiling now, her irritation quite dissipated.

"Only you would bring out the best in me, my dear…Mrs. Dumbledore."

"Oh, my name sounds quite nice when you say it."

"Mrs…."

"Dumbledore," Minerva purred softly.

"Merry Christmas, Minerva."

A/N: Please forgive me for the long delay in updates. School's been just a beast and life got in the way. Anyway…yes, it's a load of pointless fluff, but I can never get enough of the utter adorableness that characterizes MMAD. I hope you enjoyed and please will leave a review! :D