Are you going to make love to me?
The wedding had been a quiet affair. The current professors at Hogwart, their spouses and some of the best pupils (the golden trio among others) were the only ones attending. The bride was wearing a black satin dress with emerald ribbons and the groom had agreed to wear a smell light grey tuxedo. They had said their vows and eaten. They did not kiss nor did the dance to open the ball. They did not drink nor did they cut the cake. They were now in their room, looking at each other, waiting for something to happen. She was wearing a blue and silver negligee while he was still in his tux.
"Are you going to make love to me?" She suddenly said.
"I'll end up doing just that so what's the rush?"
"There is none. But what's the problem with now?"
"Your late husband is looking down at me."
She turned and burst into laughter. In the frame behind the bed were Albus and a bag of lemon drops, ready to enjoy the play.
"Albus get your ass out of here!"
"Why is that? You have nothing to hide, nothing I haven't seen before."
She rolled her eyes.
"I don't but he does."
"Ow… Come on, Minerva"
"What would you have said if Armando had come during our wedding night?"
"Armando hadn't seen you naked before my dear."
"I wouldn't believe that if I were you. Now get out."
Albus was staring at her without moving an inch. She grew impatient; catching her wand she turned to Filius.
"Give me your shirt."
Her tone dared him to say a word. He didn't and began to strip to grant her request. She took the cloth and moved her wand. The shirt became a curtain and hung itself in front of the frame.
"Now, is there anything else Filius? No? Then let's get it over with!"
And they did.
