Post by palanfanaiel on Sept 12, 2005 13:38:55 GMT -5
Title: Moody behaviour equals x + 7y...
Rating: 13+ (I’d imagine)
Summary: It's that time of the month for Minerva.
*
“Godric. H. Gryffindor!”
Stopping his hand from knocking on his deputy’s chamber door, a curious Albus Dumbledore quieted his breathing leaning closer to the wooden door, in hope of catching another curse. As he didn’t hear anything he leaned even closer, closer, and in the end succumbed to pressing his ear against the door, his eyes squinted in eager concentration. He had no time to wonder where his deputy had gone to, for immediately the door had disappeared, and he stumbled right into the arms of an irate witch.
Being the gentleman - and obviously quite fast with his infamous brain cells – he gallantly turned his embarrassing fall into a little spin, dropped down on his knees, held the lady’s hand in his and gave his deputy a most brazen smile as he brushed his lips over her knuckles.
After that, he had a bit trouble with what happened. Afterwards, sitting in his office, he came to the conclusion, she must have been in a hurry, for she had trampled him thoroughly, and sprinted away before he could open his mouth to protest. Surely her narrowed eyes had nothing to do with him, of course not.
*
Dinner started out pleasantly, but ended in complete confusion, on Albus’s and most of the staff's part. Chewing joyously on his mashed potatoes, Albus tried his best to ignore the seething witch beside him, and did a marvellous job, at least until desert. Little did he know, what was about to happen to him.
Seeing as his deputy had hardly touched any of her food, he gave into friendliness, and tried to lighten the atmosphere around the two of them.
“Ahhh, chocolate mousse… You should try this, dear,” he said in a cheerful tone, hoping his mood would rub off. As he already knew she would 'thank no' to desert, he was quite shocked to find the whole bowl of chocolate mousse suddenly before her, and his deputy eating almost obsessively, her spoon swinging from her mouth to the bowl faster and faster.
“You should watch out, I have a hard time imagining you, dear, all choppy and fat…” Somehow he knew the moment the words left his mouth, what he had intended for as a little joke, would not be taken as lightly as he would have liked.
A billowing of cloaks and a slamming of doors certainly made the rest of the faculty of Hogwarts look up.
Of course there were those who were already starring transfixed at the odd-looking Headmaster, covered in chocolate mousse from head to toe.
Luckily, Albus thought, there was yet two days till the 1st of September.
*
Checking his watch once again, Albus gave an apologetic smile to Filius, Severus and Pomona. He started the meeting, characteristic cheery, despite nervously wondering where his deputy was.
An hour later he found himself outside her chamber door again, this time he knocked loudly, stroking his chin absently as he waited always the patient one. He was just about to knock again when the door opened of itself. Putting aside a witty comment, he strode into a small hall, and further into his deputy’s chambers with caution. Best not to forget what had happened earlier with the desert. Absently he lifted a strand of hair, sniffing at it as he tried to locate his friend. He couldn’t smash a grin from spreading, hair that smelled of chocolate weren’t that bad.
“Minerva?” He interrupted the still silence.
“Go away!” she shouted heatedly from her bedroom.
After a long silent debate with himself, he decided he would invade her privacy after all, as an employer, and most importantly as a friend, he had a right to check if she was okay. She did sound funny.
“Minerva, dear, you missed the Head of Houses meeting,” he spoke gently as he opened her somewhat ajar door even more.
“Aaaaalllbuuuuus!” Growling, his deputy was lying on her four-poster bed in her day-ropes, and was yet again giving him the look that clearly stated he should have knocked first.
“Dear, all I want to know, is that you’re okay?”
An arched eyebrow went up to her hairline, and her lips thinned. What was wrong with asking how she was? Earnestly, women in mood swings were an absolute misfortune.
“I was fine, until you came along,” her icy tone turned air to frost, and convinced him furthermore that something was wrong.
“As soon as you tell me what’s the matter, the sooner I’ll be gone,” he grinned inside at his smart tactic, though on the outside all he could give was genuine concern, which quickly became real, real concern, as his deputy dissolved into tears, and plunged her face into her pillow.
Unsure of his next actions, Albus sat gingerly down on the edge of her bed, and tried to console her, but stopped when his soothing clapping on her back only resulted in more sobbing.
He pulled his hand back, but changed his mind, and softly lifted his deputy from her position onto his lap. Putting his arms around her, he felt her sobbing subsiding; gladly he continued to rub her back. Before he had time to comprehend what had such an affect on his friend, she had lifted her head from his shoulder, and distanced herself from him a little. Rubbing the back of her hand across her face, one couldn’t even have guessed she had just been crying. A small smile was evident in the corners of her mouth. He thought he must look confused, for she gave a little laugh.
“Sorry about that, don’t know where that came from,” again she gave a little laugh, this time he heard the nervous undertone.
“Minerva, you don’t have to apologise, it’s really normal for a human being to,” his next words were interrupted as full ripe lips attacked his mouth in a heated bounce. Wise words flew far away, intelligent phrases broke apart, and a tingle of passionate warmth flooded his mind in stead. Closing his eyes he gave in and was fully ready to respond, but was too late as the witch above him suddenly jerked away, fleeing the room without a backward glance.
*
After long calculations on his part, and a bit of interrogating Poppy - without revealing anything of importance - Albus Dumbledore rationalised that his deputy, his dear friend, was obviously not behaving normally. Tomorrow he promised himself, he would find the source to all this moody behaviour, presently he would concentrate on bribing his brain into dreaming of… his best friend.
And a most unforgettable kiss.
*
A/N: Aaargggh! I know, not the best… Did it in a hurry. But you should feel privileged, as I did it before my very important homework…
P
Rating: 13+ (I’d imagine)
Summary: It's that time of the month for Minerva.
*
“Godric. H. Gryffindor!”
Stopping his hand from knocking on his deputy’s chamber door, a curious Albus Dumbledore quieted his breathing leaning closer to the wooden door, in hope of catching another curse. As he didn’t hear anything he leaned even closer, closer, and in the end succumbed to pressing his ear against the door, his eyes squinted in eager concentration. He had no time to wonder where his deputy had gone to, for immediately the door had disappeared, and he stumbled right into the arms of an irate witch.
Being the gentleman - and obviously quite fast with his infamous brain cells – he gallantly turned his embarrassing fall into a little spin, dropped down on his knees, held the lady’s hand in his and gave his deputy a most brazen smile as he brushed his lips over her knuckles.
After that, he had a bit trouble with what happened. Afterwards, sitting in his office, he came to the conclusion, she must have been in a hurry, for she had trampled him thoroughly, and sprinted away before he could open his mouth to protest. Surely her narrowed eyes had nothing to do with him, of course not.
*
Dinner started out pleasantly, but ended in complete confusion, on Albus’s and most of the staff's part. Chewing joyously on his mashed potatoes, Albus tried his best to ignore the seething witch beside him, and did a marvellous job, at least until desert. Little did he know, what was about to happen to him.
Seeing as his deputy had hardly touched any of her food, he gave into friendliness, and tried to lighten the atmosphere around the two of them.
“Ahhh, chocolate mousse… You should try this, dear,” he said in a cheerful tone, hoping his mood would rub off. As he already knew she would 'thank no' to desert, he was quite shocked to find the whole bowl of chocolate mousse suddenly before her, and his deputy eating almost obsessively, her spoon swinging from her mouth to the bowl faster and faster.
“You should watch out, I have a hard time imagining you, dear, all choppy and fat…” Somehow he knew the moment the words left his mouth, what he had intended for as a little joke, would not be taken as lightly as he would have liked.
A billowing of cloaks and a slamming of doors certainly made the rest of the faculty of Hogwarts look up.
Of course there were those who were already starring transfixed at the odd-looking Headmaster, covered in chocolate mousse from head to toe.
Luckily, Albus thought, there was yet two days till the 1st of September.
*
Checking his watch once again, Albus gave an apologetic smile to Filius, Severus and Pomona. He started the meeting, characteristic cheery, despite nervously wondering where his deputy was.
An hour later he found himself outside her chamber door again, this time he knocked loudly, stroking his chin absently as he waited always the patient one. He was just about to knock again when the door opened of itself. Putting aside a witty comment, he strode into a small hall, and further into his deputy’s chambers with caution. Best not to forget what had happened earlier with the desert. Absently he lifted a strand of hair, sniffing at it as he tried to locate his friend. He couldn’t smash a grin from spreading, hair that smelled of chocolate weren’t that bad.
“Minerva?” He interrupted the still silence.
“Go away!” she shouted heatedly from her bedroom.
After a long silent debate with himself, he decided he would invade her privacy after all, as an employer, and most importantly as a friend, he had a right to check if she was okay. She did sound funny.
“Minerva, dear, you missed the Head of Houses meeting,” he spoke gently as he opened her somewhat ajar door even more.
“Aaaaalllbuuuuus!” Growling, his deputy was lying on her four-poster bed in her day-ropes, and was yet again giving him the look that clearly stated he should have knocked first.
“Dear, all I want to know, is that you’re okay?”
An arched eyebrow went up to her hairline, and her lips thinned. What was wrong with asking how she was? Earnestly, women in mood swings were an absolute misfortune.
“I was fine, until you came along,” her icy tone turned air to frost, and convinced him furthermore that something was wrong.
“As soon as you tell me what’s the matter, the sooner I’ll be gone,” he grinned inside at his smart tactic, though on the outside all he could give was genuine concern, which quickly became real, real concern, as his deputy dissolved into tears, and plunged her face into her pillow.
Unsure of his next actions, Albus sat gingerly down on the edge of her bed, and tried to console her, but stopped when his soothing clapping on her back only resulted in more sobbing.
He pulled his hand back, but changed his mind, and softly lifted his deputy from her position onto his lap. Putting his arms around her, he felt her sobbing subsiding; gladly he continued to rub her back. Before he had time to comprehend what had such an affect on his friend, she had lifted her head from his shoulder, and distanced herself from him a little. Rubbing the back of her hand across her face, one couldn’t even have guessed she had just been crying. A small smile was evident in the corners of her mouth. He thought he must look confused, for she gave a little laugh.
“Sorry about that, don’t know where that came from,” again she gave a little laugh, this time he heard the nervous undertone.
“Minerva, you don’t have to apologise, it’s really normal for a human being to,” his next words were interrupted as full ripe lips attacked his mouth in a heated bounce. Wise words flew far away, intelligent phrases broke apart, and a tingle of passionate warmth flooded his mind in stead. Closing his eyes he gave in and was fully ready to respond, but was too late as the witch above him suddenly jerked away, fleeing the room without a backward glance.
*
After long calculations on his part, and a bit of interrogating Poppy - without revealing anything of importance - Albus Dumbledore rationalised that his deputy, his dear friend, was obviously not behaving normally. Tomorrow he promised himself, he would find the source to all this moody behaviour, presently he would concentrate on bribing his brain into dreaming of… his best friend.
And a most unforgettable kiss.
*
A/N: Aaargggh! I know, not the best… Did it in a hurry. But you should feel privileged, as I did it before my very important homework…
P
