Its been an atrociously long time, but here it is. I hope it lives up to your expectations. I really tried to keep things lighthearted, not too sappy, not too angsty. I think this will be the end of this unless I come up with another funny idea that fits. Thanks for everything guys. Even though I don't own Hogwarts or the characters, I have enjoyed writing this story and I hope I keep coming up with new story ideas.

Minerva had been gone for nearly half an hour before Dumbledore left the classroom.

Making his back to his office, Albus was in a sort of daze. Heading straight for his desk and chair, he didn't notice the disillusioned person who was already occupying his office. Snape ended the disillusionment charm, startling the older wizard as he was in the process of sitting. Dumbledore missed the chair and landed hard on the floor, bumping his head in the process.

Professor Severus Snape, not a fan of foolish dramatics calmly stood and walked around the desk to the mighty Albus Dumbledore struggling to get up while rubbing his head. As condescending as possible, Snape commented, "I thought this type of foolishness was reserved for students."

Back on his feet, Dumbledore tried to come up with a reasonable excuse but stopped short when he noticed Snape's arms were quite a lot shorter than they used to be. "It appears that you have embraced this foolishness yourself Professor Snape."

"This," Snape spat, indicating his shrunken limbs, "Is the work of a very pissed of Minerva McGonagall." When Dumbledore didn't immediately defend his deputy, Snape added, "Since you don't have much to say on the matter, I would wager that this whole thing is your fault, and I suggest you to fix it immediately."

Looking quite put out, Albus tried to explain, "I…I…It wasn't originally my fault. The persons at fault are Professor Sprout and Madame Hooch."

Returning to his desk chair, The Headmaster looked pretty pleased with his counter argument.

"I'm not buying that for a second," Snape retorted. "You were so caught up in whatever happened between you two, that you couldn't even recognize a disillusionment charm."

Unaccustomed to this lecturing from Severus, Dumbledore conceded the point. "Minerva is most likely angry at me right now."

Trying to forget about his tiny appendages, The Potions Professor put on his most frightening glare, before asking, "What are you going to do about it then?"

What was he going to do about it? Minerva had been avoiding her friends since they had harassed her about their close friendship. On most occasions Minerva was a good sport in their little gossip circle, but their most recent comments must have been a little too close to home.

Deciding to take Snape's advice, Dumbledore quickly exited the office while Porfessor Snape was shouting something about fixing his arms first.

Minerva was pacing her quarters still fuming mad. It didn't make much sense, but she decided that she had a right to be angry if she wanted to. After all, the great Albus Dumbledore has just spent twenty minutes pestering her about her personal life just to look at her like she had suddenly grown another head when she had finally provided the pertinent information.

Hexing Snape had helped a bit. It probably wasn't called for, but he was in the way and most likely deserved it for another reason anyway.

She finally sat down in front of the fireplace, a small smile appeared as she remembered the look on Severus's face.

Closing her eyes for a moment she sighed before calling for tea. Soon there was a steaming cup of tea in her hands.

Minerva almost spilt her tea as a knock at the door caused her to jump slightly.

Putting her tea down, she walked over to the door almost opening it before she called, "Can I help you?"

There was a pause before the person on the other side of the door returned, "May I come in?"

Slumping against the wall, Minerva couldn't think of anyone she would rather not entertain at the moment. Calmly she answered, "No."

It was quiet and she thought Dumbledore might have left. Still leaning against the wall, Minerva was shocked when a very quiet voice asked, "Do you wish there was truth in their accusations?"

Sadly, Minerva answered, "It doesn't matter."

"That is not an acceptable answer," Albus informed her quite boldly.

Quietly as possible, Minerva tried again, "Yes, I wanted it to be true."

Sounding quite full of himself, Dumbledore ordered, "Open the door Witch."

What was going on with him? Albus Dumbledore never talked to her like that and she wasn't going to let him get away with it now.

Flinging the door open, Minerva McGonagall challenged, "How dare you…"

Quickly crossing the space between them, Albus cut off the end of her sentence with a very long awaited kiss.

Shocked, Minerva was disappointed that it was over before she even had a chance to reciprocate, but pleased that his hands were still on her waist.

Smiling still, Minerva continued, "I suggest you not use those words with that tone again."

"Why," Dumbledore asked, not moving. "Did you dislike the outcome."

Minerva glared unconvincingly as she swatted his arm.

"You are beautiful when you're angry."

Grinning mischievously, Minerva asked, "Care for a game of chess?"

With a confused look from Albus, Minerva leaned in for another kiss surprised to find that his beard did tickle just a bit.

The End

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