Albus pulled her up and twirled her fully around. A most un-Minerva-ish giggle escaped her lips as she leaned her chin against his chest to look him in the face. Albus leaned down and kissed her once more, a far more passionate kiss that left her face flaming. Albus discreetly flicked his tongue over her lips and tasted an enchanting combination: a mix of Sugar Quills and honey.
"How now, Minerva, darling, using Sugar Quills to correct your student essays?"
A mischievous glint of her emerald eyes flashed and she pulled away. Minerva straightened her rumpled robes and gave Albus her infamous glare but softened the effect by smiling prettily.
"As Headmaster and emeritus Transfiguration professor, I would think you'd understand the hassle of grading and poring over parchment, Albus."
"Oh, I know only too well. Shall we?"
Albus held his arm out to Minerva and she gracefully placed a hand over his. They glided back to the Great Hall where they stood close together, bidding the students good night. Minerva was careful not to touch Albus as she reached over him to straighten Mr. Weasley's ludicrous pink lace collar. Ron's ears turned maroon as he muttered his thanks and bade her and Albus goodnight. Albus waited until the last echoing footstep of the students faded before pulling Minerva to him again.
"Albus, please…someone may see—"
A deep rumble in Albus' chest foretold his chuckle as he suddenly swooped and scooped Minerva in his arms.
"It always is customary to carry the bride over the threshold, my dear. Besides, I don't need a cloak to become invisible."
Albus shut the door of his office and planted trailing kisses down Minerva's pale skin.
"I'm going to love you like this always, my darling."
