"Now were you saying something about a bath?"
Minerva hesitated, and then nodded. Albus reluctantly released her and she quickly wrapped her red tartan around herself again. Marching straight into her bathroom, she turned on the hot water and pointed her wand at the bubble bath so that rose and lavender-scented bubbles instantly foamed to the edge. Folding her towel neatly and, at the same time, removing all traces of Albus' chocolate fingerprints, Minerva slowly sank into a luxurious bath. Closing her eyes, she sighed contentedly.
Meanwhile, Albus walked up behind Minerva and ran his fingers through her silky black tresses. Minerva almost purred but stopped just before she lost herself to his touch. Adopting a stern tone, she said,
"Albus, thank you but you do not need to…stop it, Albus. This isn't fair."
"You're very welcome, kitten, and I quite agree with you. You couldn't stop me if you wanted to…I can feel your purr building, Tabby." Albus placed a butterfly kiss to her temple.
"Albus," Minerva said, too exhausted to change her tone. Albus suddenly squeezed her shoulders and leapt with an amazingly graceful dive to land in her pool-sized bathtub. Minerva spluttered and gasped, wiping soap suds from her eyes as he surfaced, twinkling at her.
"ALBUS!" What is the name of Merlin was that for?"
"I thought you wouldn't mind sharing your tub with me, dear."
"You thought wrong." Minerva said, tartly. She gathered lilac bubbles close to her chest, though the bath water was too opaque for Albus to really see anything.
Albus chuckled throatily. "You never were very convincing as a fibber, sweetheart. I always can tell…because I am very good at….Legilimency."
He stood up; water dripped off his strong chest, and slowly approached Minerva. Minerva tried valiantly to avert her face from his torso. He stopped about a foot from Minerva and gently lifted her face to his. Breathing in deeply, he could smell a combination of scents that only Minerva could possess to such perfection: honey, chocolate, roses, and lavender.
"Don't you agree, darling?" Albus murmured, trailing warm kisses across her lips.
"Don't flatter yourself, Al. I can—"
Albus ducked his head and pulled Minerva with him under water. Casting a spell so that they could both talk and breathe freely under the water, Albus grinned impishly at Minerva's flashing emerald eyes.
"You look a million times prettier in water, Minerva, love. Your hair floats around you as though propelled by the breath of angels. Your skin is so soft…and smooth. Your lips…"
Minerva didn't wait for Albus to finish. She rose to the surface and wrung her wet hair so that it splashed over Albus' head. She giggled in spite of herself.
"I am quite flattered by the amazing catalogue of qualities that you have bestowed upon me, Albus. I can't say that I agree to all of them, but…"
"They're true, my love," Albus whispered into her hair, wrapping his arms around her chest. "You're beautiful. A goddess, as you were so rightly named for."
Minerva stayed silent for a while, listening to Albus breathing quietly. Then, she gasped.
"Albus, the feast! We were supposed to be there…two hours ago?"
"My dear, I purposefully slowed down all the castle's clocks. We have plenty of time…to attend to that."
Minerva smiled, pressing a kiss into his chest. "You are really an extraordinary wizard, Albus Dumbledore. "
"Mmm-hmm. With quite an extraordinary wand to complement my prowess. Would you care to see?"
"But I'm starving! I didn't have any breakfast, or lunch, or any afternoon tea, and now you ask me…"
"Perfect."
With that said, Albus entered her doors for the second time that evening.