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A/N: Wow it's been a while since I wrote any MMADness. I hadn't realized that. Please excuse the following, but I was feeling the need to shake loose a few cobwebs. Happy reading, Sprinks
fanfic100 Challenge Prompt #70
Storm
"Albus Dumbledore, what were you thinking?"
Albus had never been a fan of storms. As a child he had always been afraid of them. The flashes of lightening had always startled him. The responding thunder only heightened his fears. Sweeping rainstorms and pounding hail had been enough to send him running to his parents' bed. He found it shocking that as an adult he was now drawn to what scared him so as a child.
"Were you even thinking? I can't imagine that you were! Of all the idiotic ideas and now I'm left to clean up your mess!"
Yes, this was one storm Albus was drawn to like a moth to a flame. There was something about its powerful grace, beautiful to watch no matter how frightening it was…and it certainly was frightening.
"It's always me that's left in the end. You get to be the fun one and I have to do all the dirty work! Well, I'm tired of it!"
"You're beautiful."
And she was. The most beautiful tempest in the world, a storm to end all storms when angry, and stunned silent at his words. He had never meant to speak them, yet now that they were out in the open, he knew he had never spoken truer words.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes brightened. Wisps of hair had come loose from her bun, curling at each temple. Even her conservative teaching robes were seen in a different light as her chest heaved in anger. There was no denying Minerva McGonagall's beauty and she was never as tempting as during the storms of her temper.
"W-what?"
"Beautiful."
His fingertips lightly brushed over her silky locks as he cupped her face in his large hands. Her lips thinned even more as she chewed her lip slightly and looked at him, a question in her breathtakingly green eyes.
"Simply beautiful."
Albus had never enjoyed storms, but as her soft lips returned the intimate caresses of his own, he realized he might learn to, especially if each storm had such a beautiful aftermath.