Post by Annie Laurie on Aug 13, 2007 15:11:20 GMT -5
Conference and Naughty
Rating: PG for language and adult situations
A/N: I posted these cookies at FF.net a long while back, but now I'm posting them here as there still may be people who haven't read them.
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"Conference"
An owl just flew in through McGonagall's open window and landed next to her hand. It had a note tied by a string attached to its leg. Curiously, she took the note and the owl flew off, back out the window from which it came. Recognizing the stationary to be that belonging to the Headmaster, she ripped open the envelope expecting it to be urgent. Albus never owled her in the middle of the afternoon unless it was something terribly important. Unfolding the letter and reading it carefully, she saw that it was indeed something that could not wait. Throwing it on the table, she quickly bolted through her door headed to Dumbledore's office.
At the same time, Snape was on his way to Minerva's office to drop off some instructions for Potter and Weasley's detentions. When he saw her rushing passed him, he tried to get her attention, but she hadn't the time.
"Not right now!" she yelled back at him as she scurried along down the hall, her emerald green robes swishing at her sides.
Snape wondered what could've been so damn important. He didn't want to await her return to give her the parchment containing the date and time of Potter and Weasley's detention, so he decided he'd spell-o-tape it to her office door.
When he reached her office, however, he was thoroughly surprised to see her door wide open. Looking around, he made sure that no one was lurking that could report to McGonagall that he'd been in her office. Seeing that he was safe, he entered and saw a piece of stationary sitting on her desk.
"Hmmm... What have we here?? This looks like the Headmaster's stationary..."
Severus picked it up and read it.
Hey Minerva, how about a game of grab-ass? I'll be in my office until three.
Albus
P.S. You better hurry, Fawkes just blew up again, so we'll be alone this time, but not for long.
Severus turned more shades of green than what could be found in a pack of 94 crayons. You'd have thought the Whomping Willow incident had taught him something.
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"Naughty"
It was late in the night and Hogwarts castle was still and quiet. Everyone was asleep, save for the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He was particularly restless as he hungered for the succulent sweetness that his wife, Minerva McGonagall, denied him. He wanted what she had for so long. Her denying him only made him more ravenous...
"Come on, Minerva. PLEASE??" Albus pleaded, his words stirred his slumbering wife.
"No, Albus, and stop asking me," mumbled a perturbed Minerva out of the side of her mouth, irked by the fact that her husband had awoken her in the middle of the night for such a lurid request. Did the man ever think of anything else?? she wondered to herself.
"You know I love you, don't you?" he asked hopeful that she would just give him what he wanted.
"You're not getting any, Albus," Minerva dryly told him.
"Hmph." Turning over, the headmaster knew he wasn't falling asleep any time soon and resolved that tomorrow he'd find out just where she'd hidden those damned Lemon Drops.
Rating: PG for language and adult situations
A/N: I posted these cookies at FF.net a long while back, but now I'm posting them here as there still may be people who haven't read them.
_____________
"Conference"
An owl just flew in through McGonagall's open window and landed next to her hand. It had a note tied by a string attached to its leg. Curiously, she took the note and the owl flew off, back out the window from which it came. Recognizing the stationary to be that belonging to the Headmaster, she ripped open the envelope expecting it to be urgent. Albus never owled her in the middle of the afternoon unless it was something terribly important. Unfolding the letter and reading it carefully, she saw that it was indeed something that could not wait. Throwing it on the table, she quickly bolted through her door headed to Dumbledore's office.
At the same time, Snape was on his way to Minerva's office to drop off some instructions for Potter and Weasley's detentions. When he saw her rushing passed him, he tried to get her attention, but she hadn't the time.
"Not right now!" she yelled back at him as she scurried along down the hall, her emerald green robes swishing at her sides.
Snape wondered what could've been so damn important. He didn't want to await her return to give her the parchment containing the date and time of Potter and Weasley's detention, so he decided he'd spell-o-tape it to her office door.
When he reached her office, however, he was thoroughly surprised to see her door wide open. Looking around, he made sure that no one was lurking that could report to McGonagall that he'd been in her office. Seeing that he was safe, he entered and saw a piece of stationary sitting on her desk.
"Hmmm... What have we here?? This looks like the Headmaster's stationary..."
Severus picked it up and read it.
Hey Minerva, how about a game of grab-ass? I'll be in my office until three.
Albus
P.S. You better hurry, Fawkes just blew up again, so we'll be alone this time, but not for long.
Severus turned more shades of green than what could be found in a pack of 94 crayons. You'd have thought the Whomping Willow incident had taught him something.
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"Naughty"
It was late in the night and Hogwarts castle was still and quiet. Everyone was asleep, save for the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He was particularly restless as he hungered for the succulent sweetness that his wife, Minerva McGonagall, denied him. He wanted what she had for so long. Her denying him only made him more ravenous...
"Come on, Minerva. PLEASE??" Albus pleaded, his words stirred his slumbering wife.
"No, Albus, and stop asking me," mumbled a perturbed Minerva out of the side of her mouth, irked by the fact that her husband had awoken her in the middle of the night for such a lurid request. Did the man ever think of anything else?? she wondered to herself.
"You know I love you, don't you?" he asked hopeful that she would just give him what he wanted.
"You're not getting any, Albus," Minerva dryly told him.
"Hmph." Turning over, the headmaster knew he wasn't falling asleep any time soon and resolved that tomorrow he'd find out just where she'd hidden those damned Lemon Drops.
