Hope the first chapter went okay. Now here's the second chapter!
Albus grinned at her. "Shall we celebrate together?"
Minerva's eyes snapped up to Albus' again, wondering if he was joking.
"Oh, I—I was going to…"
"Clean up." Albus agreed. He stepped closer to her and brushed his lips against her cheek.
"Albus! I DON'T NEED HELP!"
Ten minutes later, Minerva had made a mess of herself. Though she cleaned her robes in a thrice, her body was still covered with chocolate glaze. Albus knocked gently on her door and Minerva searched wildly for a towel. Having found none, she shrieked through the door:
"Albus, THIS ISN'T FUNNY! I need a towel…"
"Here." Albus passed a red tartan towel through the crack of the door. Minerva seized it and, having no alternative, stalked out. Albus nodded slightly when he saw her with her hair pinned up (clean) and pale skin showing through a smooth layering of chocolate. Minerva glared with such ferocity that it would have made Medusa proud.
Albus smiled and said, "Are you utterly sure you wouldn't like help? Or is that just Gryffindor bravado that you're hiding behind?"
Minerva sniffed and rubbed futilely at her exposed arms.
"I think Mr. Potter and his friends would have considered it amusing to have someone else manually wipe it off FOR you, my dear. See?"
Albus traced a long, slender finger down her cheek to her lips, leaving a porcelain trail behind him. He licked his finger slowly, delighting in the way Minerva's face flushed scarlet.
Albus merely laughed.
"Teenage testosterone, darling…so may I?"