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A/N: I have not given up on this fic. I just lost where I was going with it for a moment. I promise, regular updates will be back after this!
As the members of the McGonagall clan drifted to their separate rooms, Albus began to get more nervous and fidgety. As they strolled to the abhorrently purple room (Albus must have decorated this himself, Minerva smirked) Minerva finally asked, "Albus, whatever is the matter? Are you anxious about making love? Because, honestly dearest, I've missed you so badly the slightest touch might make me…"
Albus did not grin back at her, "No, darling," He sighed and conjured a loveseat. Miraculously, a room just barely big enough for their smallish bed and trunks held ample room for an overstuffed purple loveseat, matching the décor. "Have you never wondered why I was so certain I would be called upon to fight Grindelwald?"
Minerva curled next to Albus, she naturally rested her head on his shoulder and placed a hand on his chest as his arm secured around her. "Darling, everyone knows you are the most powerful wizard alive. I never even questioned…" Albus sighed.
"That is not entirely true, and not entirely the reason," He took another deep breath, "I know we have never discussed this before now, but I have had a few lovers before I met you."
"That's to be expected, Albus. At your age, I'd be worried if you hadn't," She patted his chest reassuringly, "It has never bothered me. But what does that have to do with your part in the war?"
"The ministry knows that Gellert Grindelwald and I were once very close companion. They simply did not know we were also lovers. Back when we were power-hungry young men."
Minerva pushed away so quickly, her hand nearly winded Albus, "What? You were… You … Gellert?"
She jumped off the cushion and whorled to face him. Struggling to control her temper, sparks crackled in the air around her, "Explain, Albus."
And Albus did explain everything about that lusty summer in Godric's Hollow, the pain in his family had experienced. Albus' father in Azkaban, his mother and sister dead, a brother who wouldn't speak to him. Before Minerva realized it, her anger had deflated and she was merely trying to stem the flow of his tears. The once magnificent Albus Dumbledore was now simply a man in need of love and comfort. He was reaching the end of his confession. "I have had a few lovers, of both genders, since. But Minerva, know that I love you as I have loved no other."
"Do you really think it would bother me that you've slept with a man?" She whispered, snatching his tears as they fell, "Albus, I knew you were vulnerable. I knew you weren't almighty or pure. I just wish you had told me this sooner. I'm a bit hurt that you hid this from me."
"I would understand if you want a divorce." He choked on the word.
"Albus Dumbledore, the only way to get this ring off my hand is to pry it of my cold, dead finger." Albus visibly paled at the image, and Minerva quickly continued, "Ach, what I mean to say is, you won't et rid of me so easily, Laddy boy. I know you much better than you think. Albus I trust you completely, with my life and maybe even with your own. All I ask is that you be open with me."
Albus gazed at her in admiration and awe. "Minerva, I know you are a skilled Legilimens, as an Auror. But there is a less intrusive, more loving type of Legilimency. I have it before with other lovers. It creates a bond of trust and openness that…Well, I would like to try this with you."
"Alright, " She eyed him warily, "What do I do?"
"I am going to put the thing I want you to see at the top of my mind. I want you to try a wandless Legilimencs spell. Whenever you are ready, my dear."
Minerva strained toward her husband's mind. What she felt was sort of an impression. She felt as if she was walking in a vast, foggy library. But there was a torch flickering ahead. It gave off a feeling of deep, protective warmth and love, tinged with regret and pain. The word "protect" seemed to stand in her mind.
"Oh, Albus..I" Minerva curried her face in his chest. She murmured something he couldn't understand.
"I'm sory, dear, what did you say?" He leaned back to hear her.
"You try and see what I'm thinking." She smiled at him.
Dumbledore very gently peered into Minerva's thoughts. A whispered echoed through a vast hall. Albus could tell he was in a massive castle, a fortress of well categorized thought, pride, and valor. But the whisper came again, and he caught it this time, I know I am safe. Albus was so overwhelmed with a felling of deepest love for this woman, his mind came back to reality only to find himself in a passionate kiss. He was not entirely sure who initiated it. But it hardly mattered. In a few minutes, they were hopelessly lost to a long delayed and newly deepened passion.
A/N: Also, as usual, the more reviews, the more motivated I am to update. (You do one for mama, she'll do one for you.)